got this email frm a fren..yeapp too lazy to forward..so here goes..
I had on new clothes,
New sneakers on my feet.
I was there for class on time,
Went to the back and took my seat.
Yeah, I'm moving up,
I'm already grown.
Soon I'll be graduating,
And out on my own.
I talked to some of my friends,
We were all having fun.
Said some things I shouldn't have said.
Did stuff I shouldn't have done.
I knew I was different.
I felt God touch my heart,
I knew I should set a standard,
But then I'd be set apart.
Walking to the bus,
I was not looking for strength.
I heard the car tires screeching,
But now it's too late.
I'm standing in this room,
And I can see the heavenly gate.
Oh no! I never prayed.
I thought I had time to get it straight!
An angel walked to me,
He had a book in his hand.
I knew it was the Book of Life,
When would this dream end?
I told him my name,
And he began to look.
Then he looked at me sadly and said,
Your name is not in this book.
Angel, this is a dream,
No, I can't be dead!
He closed the book and turned away,
He whispered - You cannot proceed ahead.
No...no this can't be real,
Angel, you can't turn me away.
Let me talk to God,
Maybe he'll let me stay.
He led me to the gate,
Jesus came to me.
He did not let me in but said,
Beloved what is your need?
Jesus, I cried, please,
Don't cast me away from you.
Tears ran down his face as he said,
You knew what you needed to do.
Lord, please I'm young,
I never thought I would die.
I thought I'd have plenty of time,
Death caught me by surprise.
Lord, I went to church,
Please Jesus, I believe.
He said you would not accept me,
My love you would not receive.
Lord, there were too many
hypocrites. They weren't being true.
He took a step back and asked,
What does that have to do with you?
Lord, my family claimed to be
saved, They weren't real. You know.
He said, I died for you,
Now I have to go.
I fell to my knees crying to Him,
Lord, I planned to be real tomorrow.
I couldn't make Him understand,
I had never felt such sorrow.
Then it hit me hard, I said,
Lord, where will I go?
He looked into my eyes
and said, My child you already know.
Please Jesus, I begged,
The place is so hot.
It seemed to trouble and grieve him,
He whispered, DEPART FROM ME, I KNOW YOU NOT.
Lord, you're supposed to be love,
How can you send me to damnation?
He replied, With your mouth you said you loved me,
But each day you rejected my salvation.
With that in an instant,
Day turned into night.
I never knew such torture could be,
Now too late, I know the Bible is right.
If I can tell you anything,
Hell has no age.
It is a place of torture,
Separated from God and full of rage.
You know, I thought it was funny,a joke,
But this one thing is true.
If you never accept Jesus Christ,
HELL IS WAITING FOR YOU!
So please, ask Him into your heart.
Please show this to everyone you care about.
((which should be everybody))
IF SOMEONE HAD A GUN HELD IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE,
AND ASKED YOU IF YOU BELIEVED IN GOD, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
SAY NO AND FEEL ASHAMED THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?
OR SAY YES, I DO, AND DIE STANDING UP FOR GOD?
i know what i would do.. do u?
yessyeess..brings us back in time when i was stuck on would i die for God..well..all ive got to say is knowing and doing is pretty much different..but i guess if u kno tht u'll say yes..ure at least better of than those who dnt..so ooh well..
when uve been robbed of familarity..
it hurts when familarity has been robbed of u..in many sense..im pretty much akined to changes but..yarh i still hurt bad when ive been robbed of what's ooh-so-familiar..things hadnt exactly been going too well for me..fought with my momma..for abt almost one week.. cold-war now..sigh i kno..God's 4th..honour ure dearest pop and mom..ah..jus leave me be..sooner or later i'll succumb..to wad i dno..i realise how much i suck as a kid man..suck..i'll give myself for free..to any parent who wud want..wont take long for tht dumb fool to realise how this leech works..drainning u of ur money..ur attention..everythg..i feellike ive kinda lost contact with God too..sigh..and of course..ive been ROBBED OF FAMILARITY..and if familarity refuses to come back..i shall let familarity go..after all..im accustomed to be left without familarity..maybe i should go in search of making somethg else familar..but then again..i'll be robbed..ah..oh well..not tht im trying cover-up..make me feel better..but familarity isnt exactly good either..as in i had had thoughts of discarding familarity earlier on too..tht was of course before i lost familarity..and to u who robbed me of my familarity..i dno..i dnt blame u..or it..or wadeva it/you is supposed to be..i dno why..i m not peeved or anything..prolly i dnt really like the old familarity anymore..want a change..ooh well..dnt wana be so wrapped up with thgs..dnt wana screw o's like how i screwed psle..(PS..DNT COMMENT ON MY PSLE AGGREGATE)feel so stupid..inferiority complex i should think..but yet again ooh well..
i miss You God..like how its said in the bible..
dnt hide Your face frm me anymore God..i dno wads wrong..i think i am..i wana love You..but You seem so out of reach..i dno wads wrong..can u like erase the wrong..give me back wad i felt..like when i first fell in love with You God..i want tht to last forever..but somehow..i cant evoke the dead heart..sighh..God..pls..come back??im anxious for You..pls dnt hide frm me??anymore??pls??im hurting..everything they say..drives so deep nowadays..doesnt take them much to drive home the point..pls Lord..let me come back to You..not let..help me..pls..i want to..why dnt i feel anything when i say this???is this empty writting..i want You back..love me..let me love You back too..pls..i wana love You so hard..i wana start crying..i really miss You..
God dont ever forsake me..i kno You wont..but..i cant hear You..why has our connection broken..im searching..im searching really hard..You said You see..You kno my pain..You wana help me..but..i should turn to You first..pls dnt turn away frm me..pls..dnt hide frm me..i wana find You..im gona keep searching till i find You..i kno You exist..i kno U are there..let me come to You..noones gonna stop me..unless You dnt want me to find You..pls..let me find You..dnt let me lose this game..please..its not a game..pls dnt let me not find You..i need to..in all humbleness..only through You..can i live my life..pls..
im not a good christian..i never am..i dnt want to be..but..all i really want to is to be in connection..to feel You by myside..thts all..even if im banised to hell..so long as i can feel You..so long as i can hear You..im content Lord..i truly am..
van
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Saturday, January 31, 2004
yeah, i felt a need to revive this blog. So, i basically wanna say that as Christians, we are made in the image of God. and as friends, we should come clean with one another. Remember, no one is perfect. I'm not, and so are you. So, no matter what, everything should be done to the glory of God. I despise all that cold shoulder crap. yeah. so. yay! God loves us.
-bev-
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Tuesday, January 27, 2004
wad is wrong with my eng??????grammer..tense..spelling,punctuation mistakes..boy..im gonna fail my 'o's
van
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Wednesday, January 21, 2004
hello!!hello!!HELLO!!
yuppp yupp..s'been ages since i blogged sigh..sorry..ahh..cny is like tmr??so who cares..so long as i get my ang POWs..common..since when has any of our festives been wad.......like say..MEANINGFUL????so ooh well..i shall jus care bouch the money..okayy..
all abt today..
was HORRID..
to begin of..our perf sucked..wad happened????it was so not our standard..disappointment..sighh..but honestly i din screw up..cept for the little booboo i made..stood up with my wrong leg..but thts the way ive been doing it in all the rehearsals..but yarh..still pretty down bout it..after all like veron said.."this aint no one man show.."yeapp..we shud have moved in a team..so..sighh..was bout to burst into tears but tht was till the later part when everythg jus accumulated..
then..i was doing survey at orchard mrt..and i was doing fine smiling my way through digging at zhi min tht she got rejected and i did not..when this enormous blob of massive fat did the ultimate..he din even look at me..mann..rejection..felt totally demoralise..i shud have turned and screamed 'fat ass i dnt need u for my freaking statistics!!after all..ur hands are prolly so fat they'll cover the questionaire.."but yarh..
then gues who i met????my bez fren!!at least we used to be..for abt so long..i think 9 yrs..9 long yrs of frenship..okayy..tht wasnt the bad part since i managed a hugg..and she helped with my survey..but only after tht did i realise how much i miss her..tons..i mean T.O.N.S.. ooh well..how much i wanted to cry..i jus cudnt do it in frnt of her..so yeapp..jus tht breif say 5 mins?!?!yeapp..after 9 long yrs..tht brief 5 mins meant the wrld to me..but wad can i say..
so i was jus mopping ard..too tired to ask..so i decided to be a smart asshole and did a few of the surveys myself..of cos i knew all the ans..i did the research!!!!!
THEN..exhaustion,breathlessness,fatigue..plus the fact i woke up at 615 this morn for the perf..slumped against the pillar..i started to??c.r.y.yes..in the mrt station..how nice..with it swarming..i din fail to attract attention..in one single day..perf was a FLOPP,REJECTION,HAUNTING MEMORIES,and the SPOOKINESS of predicting i wld meet the same jerk one more time..was today bad or..bad??i dno..take ur pick..but whatever it is..thank You God for all thts happened today..last but not least..
cheers to the INTERVIEW GRP!!!jus tht i feel i shud be sacked frm my post as being leader..i am utterly useless..jean..u'll do perfect!!!kkay..u take it then..God bless!!!
toodles..
van k
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Wednesday, January 21, 2004
OOoh.. Here's something i never got down to reading. Could somebody read it then tell me what it is? Too lazzy?
An invitation to Joy
The following passages are taken from the book The Return of the Prodigal Son by Father Henri Nouwen
I realise that I am not used to the image of God throwing a big party. It seems to contradict the solemnity and seriousness I have always attached to God. But when I think about the ways in which Jesus described Gods Kingdom, a joyful banquet is often at its center. Jesus says, Many will come from east and west and sit down with Abraham and Isaac and Jacob at the feast in the Kingdom of Heaven. (Matthew 8:11) And He compares the Kingdom of Heaven with a wedding feast offered by the king to his son. The kings servants go out to invite people with the words: Look, my banquet is all prepared, my oxen and fattened cattle have been slaughtered, everything is ready. Come to the wedding. (Matthew 22:4) But many were not interested. They were too busy with their own affairs.
Just as in the parable of the prodigal son, Jesus expressed here the great desire of His Father to offer His children a banquet and His eagerness to get it going even when those who are invited refuse to come. This invitation to a meal is an invitation to intimacy with God. This is especially clear at the Last Supper, shortly before Jesus death. There He says to His disciples: From now on, I tell you, I shall never again drink wine until the day I drink the new wine with you in the Kingdom of My Father. (Matthew 26:29) And at the close of the New Testament, Gods ultimate victory is described as a splendid wedding feast: The reign of the Lord our God Almighty has begun, let us be glad and joyful and give glory to God, because this is the time for the marriage of the Lamb. . . blessed are those who are invited to the wedding feast of the Lamb. . . (Revelation 19:6-9)
Celebration belongs to Gods Kingdom. God not only offer forgiveness, reconciliation, and healing, but wants to lift up these gifts as a source of joy for all who witness them. In all three of the parables, which Jesus tells to explain why He eats with sinners, God rejoices and invites others to rejoice with Him. Rejoice with me, the shepherd says, I have found my sheep that was lost. Rejoice with me, the woman says, I have found the drachma I lost. Rejoice with me, the father says, this son of mime was lost and is found.
Rembrandt paints the moment of the return of the younger son. The elder son and the three other members of the father household keep their distance. Will they understand the fathers joy? Will they let the father embrace them? Will I? Will they be able to step out of their recriminations and share in the celebration? Will I?
I can see only one moment, and I am left guessing as to what will happen next. I repeat: Will they? Will I? I know the father wants all the people around him to admire the returning sons new clothes, to join him around the table, to eat and dance with him. This is not a private affair. This is something for all in the family to celebrate in gratitude.
I repeat again: Will they? Will I? It is an important question because it touches---strange as it may sound---my resistance to living a joyful life.
God rejoices. Not because the problem of the world have been solved, not because all human pain and suffering have come to an end, nor because thousands of people have been converted and are now praising Him for His goodness. No, God rejoices because one of His children who was lost has been found. What I am called to is to enter into the joy. It is Gods joy, not the joy that the world offers. It is the joy that comes from seeing a child walk home amid all the destruction, devastation, and anguish of the world. It is a hidden joy as inconspicuous as the flute player that Rembrandt painted in the wall above the head of the seated observer.
I am not accustomed to rejoicing in things that are small, hidden, and scarcely noticed by the people around me. I am generally ready and prepared to receive bad news, to read about wars, violence, and crimes, and to witness conflict and disarray. I always expect my visitors to talk about their problems and pain, their setbacks and disappointments, their depressions, and their anguish. Somehow I have become accustomed to living with sadness, and so have lost the eyes to see the joy and the ears to hear the gladness that belongs to God and which is to be found in the hidden corners of the world.
I have a friend who is so deeply connected with God that he can see joy where I expect only sadness. He travels much and meets countless people. When he returns home, I always expect him to tell me about the difficult economic situation of the countries he visited, about the great injustices he heard about, and the pain he has seen. But even though he is very aware of the great upheaval of the world, he seldom speaks of it. When he shares his experiences, he tells about the hidden joys he has discovered. He tells about a man, a woman, or a child who brought him hope and peace. He tells about little groups of people who are faithful to each other in the midst of all the turmoil. He tells about the small wonders of God. At times I realise that I am disappointed because I want to hear newspaper news, exciting and exhilarating stories that can be talked about among friends. But he never responds to my need for sensationalism. He keeps saying; I saw something very small and very beautiful, something that gave me much joy.
The father of the prodigal son gives himself totally to the joy that his returning son brings him. I have to learn from that. I have to learn to steal all the real joy there is to steal and lift it up for others to see. Yes, I know that not everybody has been converted yet, that there is not yet peace everywhere, that all pain has not yet been taken away, but still, I see people turning and returning home; I hear voices that pray; I notice moments of forgiveness, and I witness many signs of hope. I dont have to wait until all is well, but I can celebrate every little hint of the Kingdom that is at hand.
This is a real discipline. It requires choosing for the light even when there is much darkness to frighten me, choosing for life even when the forces of death are so visible, and choosing for the truth even when I am surrounded with lies. I am tempted to be so impressed by the obvious sadness of the human condition that I no longer claim the joy manifesting itself in many small but very real way. The reward of choosing joy is joy itself. Living among people with mental disabilities has convinced me of that. There is so much rejection, pain, and woundedness among us, but once you choose to claim the joy hidden in the midst of all suffering, life becomes celebration. Joy never denies the sadness, but transforms it to a fertile soil for more joy.
Surely I will be called naive, unrealistic, and sentimental, and I will be accused of ignoring the real problems, the structural evils that underlie much of human misery. But God rejoices when one repentant sinner returns. Statistically that is not very interesting. But for God, numbers never seem to matter. Who knows whether the world is kept from destruction because of one, two, or three people who have continued to pray when the rest of humanity has lost hope and dissipated itself?
From Gods perspective one hidden act of repentance, one little gesture of selfless love, one moment of true forgiveness is all that is needed to bring God from His throne to run to His returning son and to fill heavens with sounds of divine joy.
Not Without Sorrow
If that is Gods way, then I am challenged to let go of all the voices of doom and damnation that drag me into depression and allow the small joys to reveal the truth about the world I live in. When Jesus speaks about the world, He is very realistic. He speaks about wars and revolution, earthquakes, plagues and famines, persecution and imprisonment, betrayal, hatred and assassinations. There is no suggestion at all that these signs of the worlds darkness will ever be absent. But still, Gods joy can be ours in the midst of it all. It is the joy of belonging to the household of God whose love is stronger than death and who empowers us to be in the world while already belonging to the kingdom of joy.
This is the secret of the joy of the saints. From St. Anthony of the desert, to St Francis of Assisi, to Prere Roger Schultz of Taize, to Mother Teresa of Calcutta, joy has been the mark of the people of God. That joy can be seen on the faces of the many simple, poor, and often suffering people who live today among great economic and social upheaval, but who can already hear the music and the dance in the Fathers house. I, myself, see this joy every day in the faces of the mentally handicapped people of my community. All these holy men and women, whether they lived long ago or belong in our own time, can recognise the many small returns that take place every day and rejoice with the Father. They have somehow pierced the meaning of true joy.
For me it is amazing to experience daily the radical difference between cynicism and joy. Cynics seek darkness wherever they go. They point always to approaching dangers, impure motives, and hidden schemes. They call trust nave, care romantic, and forgiveness sentimental. They sneer at enthusiasm, ridicule spiritual fervour, and despise charismatic behaviour. They consider themselves realists who see reality for what it truly is and who are not deceived by escapist emotions. But in belittling Gods joy, their darkness only calls forth more darkness.
People who have come to know the joy of God do not deny the darkness, but they choose not to live in it. They claim that the light that shines in the darkness can be trusted more than the darkness itself and that a little bit of light can dispel a lot of darkness. They point each other to flashes of light here and there, and remind each other that they reveal the hidden but real presence of God. They discover that there are people who heal each others wounds, forgive each others offences, share their possessions, foster the spirit of community, celebrate the gifts they have received, and live in constant anticipation of the full manifestation of Gods glory.
Every moment of each day I have the chance to choose between cynicism and joy. Every thought I have can be cynical or joyful. Every word I speak can be cynical or joyful. Every action can be cynical of joyful. Increasingly I am aware of all these possible choices and increasingly I discover that every choice for joy in turn reveals more joy and offers more reason to make life a true celebration in the house of the Father.
Jesus lived this joy of the Fathers house to the full. In Him we can see His Fathers joy. Everything the Father has is Mine(John 16:15), He says, including gods boundless joy. That divine joy does not obliterate the divine sorrow. In our world, joy and sorrow exclude each other. Here below, joy means the absence of sorrow and sorrow the absence of joy. But such distinctions do not exist in God. Jesus, the Son of God, is the man of sorrows, but also the man of complete joy. We catch a glimpse of this when we realise that in the midst of His greatest suffering Jesus is never separated from His Father. His union with His Father is never broken even when He feels abandoned by God. The joy of God belongs to His sonship, and this joy of Jesus and His Father is offered to me. Jesus wants me to have the same joy He enjoys; I have loved you, just as My Father has loved Me. Remain in My love. If you keep My commandments you will remain in My love just as I have kept My Fathers commandments and remain in His love. I have told you this, so that My own joy may be in you and your joy be complete.(John 15:9-11)
As the returned child of God, living in the Fathers house, Gods joy is mine to claim. There is seldom a minute in my life that I am not tempted by sadness, melancholy, cynicism, dark moods, sombre thoughts, morbid speculations, and waves of depression. And often I allow them to cover up the joy of my Fathers house. But when I truly believe that I have already returned and that my Father has already dressed me with cloak, ring, and sandals, I can remove the mask of the sadness from my heart and dispel the lie it tells about my true self and claim the truth with the inner freedom of the child of God.
But there is more. A child does not remain a child. A child becomes an adult. An adult becomes father and mother. When the prodigal son returns home, he returns not to remain a child, but to claim his sonship and become a father himself. As the returned child of God who is invited to resume my place in my Fathers home, the challenge now, yes the call, is to become the Father myself. I am awed by this call. For a long time I have lived with the insight that returning to my Fathers home was the ultimate call. It has taken me much spiritual work to make the elder son as well as the younger son in me turn around and receive the welcoming love of the Father. The fact is that, on many levels, I am still returning. But the closer I come to home the clearer becomes the realisation that there is a call beyond the call to return. It is the call to become the Father who welcomes home and calls for a celebration. Having claimed my sonship, I now have to claim fatherhood. When I first saw Rembrandts Prodigal Son, I could never have dreamt that becoming the repentant son was only a step on the way to becoming the welcoming father. I now see that the hands that forgive, console, heal, and offer a festive meal must become my own. Becoming the Father is, therefore, for me the surprising conclusion of these reflections on Rembrandts The Return of the Prodigal Son. (Pages 113-119)
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Friday, January 16, 2004
who are you HORNY-CORNY?!?!?!?!?common own up..
vanessa
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Thursday, January 15, 2004
I know God is putting me through a test and He is teaching me some things..
Thank you, Jesus.
love,
beverly
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Tuesday, January 13, 2004
thisisclau
clauhasaquestion
Last night something odd happened.
I can't even remember if it was a dream or reality, but now i think it was a dream.
I dreamt (or experienced this)
I was sitting up in bed praying with my eyes closed. Come to think of it, i can't even remember whether i was lying down praying.
Then I lay down (this means i must have been sitting up praying)
And while i was praying, i felt like i could feel this evil being's presence coming from the general direction of my brother's room. Then i dun remember this part, but the next part i couldn't move, BUT i wasn't scared at all. Then i thought the Lord's prayer, because i couldn't speak. Then after i thought it, i still couldn't move, but this weight pinning my arms down was gone. Then i said the Lord's prayer again, then i fell asleep. What is this?!?!?!?!
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Sunday, January 11, 2004
jenna, abt when God comes isnt for me to say part..pls read my entry proper..im not dictating to God to come at this date etc..so yeaps..appreciate tht u'll read it proper..thnx anyway yupp..
van
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Saturday, January 03, 2004
ooh..p.s..if u think my entire entry doesnt seem to link..please..blame it on beebs aka bwong aka bev aka BEVERLY WONG..
peace..
ahahhahahahahahahhaha
van
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Friday, January 02, 2004
hello!!!!!!!im back!!!!okayy..i think im really high now..#warning#it means pms is bout to begin..
i was siting opposite my father jus jus now..i had a clear view of his face..it was jus me and him..though he'd prolly not realise wad tht brief dinner of his actually meant for me..sitting there..u wud have seen the desperation in my face..[those who kno abt my stuff]i felt like lunging out and jus grabbing him..i realised how much i love him..and the thought tht ligers still fluttered by..i dnt want God to come now..u have no idea jus how much i wanted to hug my dad..i was fighting back my tears as i continued to stare at him and his miserable bread.."i dnt want God to come now..i need to change my dad..and for jus tht second i thought momma dnt matter..now i shame myself..i dnt kno..in the shower i jus had so much to write..so much to tell..i kno this sounds cliche..but..it really was overwhelming..he jus looked so fragile there..does he kno tht he will never atain eternal life??and thnx to our favourite..beebs[yuckyuckyuck]my train of thoughts jus ran out of coal..seems like im stuck..all i kno is..in the shower..i knelt down and begged..[seems like ive been begging alot lately]tht God You dnt come so soon..not now..not till my father mother two twerps of bros have converted..i dno if this was really wad i felt..but when i felt like loving my father with everythg..i felt like oso loving God with my life..
ooh..and jus now..i was all alone at hme..and i dno..i really was freaked..i think either i was trying to play with myself..or i really was falling prey to satan's old tricks..but ooh well.."He who is in me is greater than he who is in the wrld.."anyway..i wana tell God..i love You to bits..pls give me courage and dnt let me chicken now..ppls..thnx..smuacks..
van
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Friday, January 02, 2004
"a new yr a new beginning..HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!..my new yr resols are......."yaddleyaddleyaddle..likie..arnt all this a facade??as in..wad different was there on thurs??or wed night??dnt u all feel silly celebrating jus a normal day..who set tht 3++ days were to be a yr???isnt it in actual fact jus another day..passing??i dnt understand pple..and surprisingly..im one of u..not those who were going crzy..no..not..but im one of u humans tht i cant understand..usually marvel goes along with not understanding..but i certainly dnt gawk in the mirror and MARVEL at why i dnt understand us..i jus see a blob..
had cell grp today..and again..i DIDNT feel anythg..i dno perhaps there is a reason..but God..can u tell me if theres a reason..i mean..not wads the reason but yarh..as in..at least i wud kno if im actually doing somethg wrong..yeapp..and when i heard bev's mom was praying for God to come now..i certainly was terrified..no not now Lord..pls..i need more time..will You stall for me??mommy and daddy arnt Ur followers yet..and i need to work up courage to tell korkor..yes..pls??i guess im jus being selfish and by saying this im jus making myself feel better..tht many pple on earth arnt wad You want them to be yet..so pls Lord..not now..not till my family has changed..thnx..
this yr had better be a turning point for me..i need to get myself started..dnt wana do the last minute rushing again and the high fever..though i certainly love exams..the adrenaline..as u race against the clock..the hands sore frm writing too hard..too furiously..the mounting pressure as butterflies start to fill ur tummy..its like all the cramming..all the pressure..released when uve finished the paper..sticking in till u finish the last paper..i simply love it..
and this yr..i thank You Lord..for all the teachers we are given..though i do not wish to comment on their capabilities..i pray tht wadeva teacher U have given to us wud help us through our 'o's..i think mr anthony wud be good..like his style..confidence..expectation..pressure.."i'll be expecting 42 A1s.."okie dokes..i'll try..ms siti will be grt as ever..mr ng..i jus hope i wun fall asleep in his physics lesson..after all the straining of the ears to hear his croaky voice..mrs gene tan..mr lee..mrs low..though i really am sad to say i'll be missing mrs f khor..yeapyeap..hope this yr will be a good one..and all the rest equally good or better..
i really am setting high standards for myself this yr..dnt wana say it out loud for fear of crude remarks..wadeva it is..want it to be a good yr..God help me.. thkx..
yayay!!!
God bless
van
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Friday, January 02, 2004
Clau here.
QUOTE
New Years Eve 2003, another year past and the promise of another in the offing. The New Year is usually portrayed as a baby and as hackneyed as that may seem it still carrys a ring of truth.
With each new "child" comes the message
that God is not yet tired of Man
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Anonymousbelieves with God; everything's alrite.Thursday, January 01, 2004
