a simple plain jane who believes Jesus is her only saviour.
she has an awesome family but in need of salvation.
her current addiction is 2pm but shinhwa will always remain as the love of her life.
| Friday, September 29, 2006 |
| racheal, joel, bday, cg outing |
GOD blesses me in every way, whether it's small or whether it's big; whether it's happy or whether it's sad. GOD has been kind to me, and thus I have more happy moments than those sad ones.
My CG has an illegal meeting yesterday. We had very good reason, we celebrated 2 CG members birthdays, Joel and Racheal. Racheal is my CG leader this year, while Joel is my ex-CG leader. Haha~~ Am blessed by both of them. *smile widely*
It's been a long time we play with tanglungs and candles again. I know I had fun yesterday in Sam's house. We were experiencing with candles. I dunno how to describe, but we did something very very cool yesterday, and burn Sam's wall to black. Ooopppsss!! But never mind, I think my CG has agreed to paint his wall on one free slot next sem.. Haha, Sam will have to wait patiently then. ;)
I always enjoy hving lots of friends gathering together. Even though there aren't too many of us, only 12 (Racheal, Joel, Andrew, Aaron Lee, Kok Phin, Sam, Billy, Jeremy, Lucius, Jonathan, Jia Tsing and me) but it seems all of us have childhood, burning all those candles to wax. Lol. Too bad we didnt hold the lantern and goes around the neighbourhood. Should have done so. :p
Just wanna praise GOD to let us have a great time and hope everyone has full preparations for the final. :DLabels: birthday, cg |
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| Tuesday, September 26, 2006 |
| a story |
Stories, one of the things that I like to post on my blog. I read it, and it said 7% of ppl forwarded it and 93% dun. To be frank, I'm lazy to forward it so I figure I'll just post it on my blog lar and hopefully some ppl will still remember I have a blog and come and check it out. So enjoy.
A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the survivors, not knowing what else to do, agree that they had no other recourse but to pray to God.
However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the
island.
The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren.
After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was nothing.
Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing.
Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island. The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered.
As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, "Why are you leaving your companion on the island?"
"My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them," the first man answered. "His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything."
"You are mistaken!" the voice rebuked him. "He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings."
"Tell me," the first man asked the voice, "what did he pray for that I should owe him anything?"
"He prayed that all your prayers be answered."
For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but those of another praying for us.
"When Jesus died on the cross he was thinking of you!"
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| Friday, September 15, 2006 |
| ruin |
I feel u dun care n bcos u dun care, u ruin my day.
I know u dun like my presence, tat's y u're only willin to spare me ur 1 hour.
Maybe I'm expectin too much and so in the end I get frustrated with everything.
I shall never expect anythin from u again. |
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| Monday, September 11, 2006 |
| a quiet comeback, n to the person i love most |
I'm hving a quiet comeback, dun think anyone will notice my blog also, but I'm blogging again cos I need some place to filter my thoughts and I need someone to share or know my feelings. I'm LOA.. :p I guess tat might be the reason ppl are bloggin, they want ppl to care, they want ppl to know what's on their head or wat on their lifes. If speaking is not workin efficiently, then maybe writin is. OR maybe they just find it too hard to speak it out, then they write it, at least they dun get slaps rite away, they get slaps later. LOL.
I told myself I want to write happy posts, at least posts tat cheer ppl up or meaninful post, post that ppl wont feel their time are wasted after readin it. But with my limited knowledge, with my limited vocabulary, I end up hvin a weblog diary instead, something that make ppl yawn. Nope, I'm not as creative as renee, andrew, mark or any others in the CF. I hardly upload any nice pics since I dun hv a good digicam. In fact, my blog might seem boring bcos Im writin so long, makin u yawn. Yeah, tat's me in real life as well, a borin person. *stick out tougue*
This post will be a long post, a sorry post, written by me to my mother, the closest person to me, the person that I hurt most since young. The person I disappointed most not bcos I did badly in my exams but bcos of my attitude, or my behaviour that stabs her heart and makes her cry. Knowing how much she loves me, how good she treats me, how much she has sacrifices for me, I turned her down by my unfilter words and childish attitude. And yet, I'm not willing to say sorry to her even I know I'm wrong. I'm a failure who fails to be a decent daughter.
Bro said I take my parents for granted. He wrote on an A4 paper, begging me to care about my parents more. I did feel sad and ashame hving my younger bro to point it out, and showing me a more mature attitude than I am. My parents never request anythin from me, not even a good result, what can I ask more from parents like them? I'm ashamed, so ashamed that I feel like digging a hole and bury myself.
I do not dare to call my mom or answer her phone. I'm only willing to sms her, and silent the sound whenever she call, pretend I'm away. I feel guilty, my conscious tell me wrong. I so want to be in good terms with my mom again but it's so hard to squeeze the word "sorry" from my mouth. I know I have hurt her and I'm not ready for the consequences of it. If I call my mom, would she answer me coldly like the last time I called when I haven't call in few days?? I know I cried after hearing her tone, she sounded sad n down. And to be honest, Im not ready to face that again when time time, the situation is even worse, I got to do somethin.
I love my mom, more than any person in this world. I might be going out with tons n tons of ppl, I might be gettin dozen kids of my own but I know the person I care and love most is still my mom, be it in the past, present or future. I need courage from GOD, I need to tell mom I'm wrong, I'm sorry n I love her. And thus, I wish I can tell her through this blog. I hope she's willing to open and read it. And if she's willing, I hope I can get a call from her, and then I'm ready to tell her with my trembling voice on how sorry I am, and how much I love her.
I'm sorry mom, I love you.
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