(especially brain, eyes, shoulders and every single muscle)
I promise to treat you better after this Wednesday. (edit: erm, I really meant next Wed)
So, please don't break down on me.
PS: I hope the burger and fatty fries will appease you for at least a few days.
Love,
your whole.
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3/25/2010 01:05:00 am
He is jealous for me. Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree.
I would like to say that I really like the media/creative people in Passion.
And I am still holding on to the little dream of attending one of them conferences. Not cos it is a big deal but to be part of something that actually moves people and puts actions to words. (and see how they do it)
'Do Something Now'
Love that.
The Awakening album is pretty good stuff too! Loving the David Crowder band track "How He Loves". Title of this post is the first line of the song.
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Tonight, I am reminded again of how weird it is that I find it so so precious to see adults (no not young adults) serving with their talents. Sometimes the whole 'young people' idea is a little bit overrated. Just sometimes.
I'm reminded of the service we attended at St Andrew's Cathedral with Jen a few months back, when worship was led by this old man who easily was old enough to be my grandfather. He was singing and playing the guitar.
I thought he was cool. EQ did too and we even went to talk to him and tell him how he's encouraged us. That's how cool I thought he was.
To be at that age where he can easily say oh I've been there, done that, done my part, time to step back and watch and enjoy, and yet he's still serving with all he's got.
That's cool.
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3/23/2010 09:38:00 pm
H :)
I have to say something I can no longer keep in.
I... I think I'm in love.
His name is Hudson. He has blond hair and blue eyes, chubby cheeks, pretty long lashes, loves baby goats, legos and playing in mud. He's quite an artist too, kudos to his mum who's into crafts and photography.
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He's also 3 years old.
But, really, that doesn't matter. Think about it! Just ignore the fact that he still screams and cries and needs his mummy, I think he's perfect. :)
Okay, just in case his mother somehow finds her way here, I don't want her thinking I'm some psychotic paedophile who's eyeing her second son. But really, he is so cute. The whole family is cute! I love reading family blogs, and Ashleyann's currently tops my "family blogs" list, simply because she has more kids than the others. And she does crafts. And photography.
Yes it's a want, not a need. Yes, I don't necessarily know how to use one very well professionally - hey at least I know what shutter speed and aperture is and how they work together. Yes, I got a C in photography (after spending like $400+ on my 4 assignments).
But I still want it. Crazy. Doesn't help that my mum is putting thoughts in my head. "You want to buy? Buy la, cheap what." (She was looking at the IT fair ads.)
Okay, I probably won't buy it. But still...... Ugh. Think crazy expensive. Think not necessary.
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3/05/2010 12:00:00 am
Scars.
What I really need now is to fall a good, painful, bloody fall (like physically), cry a little, clean it, put cream on it and suffer with the pain for a few days.
Then watch as the scab grows and dries up and heal as time passes.
And eventually be left with a scar.
I love scars. I think they are very cool.
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3/03/2010 10:59:00 pm
Point.
"If God were to answer all our prayers today, what would change?"
More rich people with zero troubles and reserved parking lots everywhere they go?
Heard this question from a short podcast yesterday and it really made me think. Do we really believe in the power of prayer? How does it show in the way we pray, the things we pray for? Especially the things we claim to be passionate about, the changes we want to see. Are we really passionate about them? Are we even praying for these things?
Really. What are we praying for?
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3/03/2010 06:50:00 pm
Growing pains
1 day of heels = ?? days of pain?! I've been trying to appease my feet by wearing real comfy flats and eating loads of chocolate, but they're still really mad at me I guess. I think I'm growing old. Yikes.
How do older women wear heels then? Please tell me there's some secret formula to taking away pain. I don't want to live with this pain for the rest of my life, and I don't wanna give up wearing pretty heels (which are bound to inflict great pain) either. |
3/03/2010 01:37:00 am
My boy.
Aunt: *reaches for C's hand* Never wish me happy new year ah!
Caven: *sheepishly* Happy New Year
Me: *stretches out my hands and mimics aunt* Never wish me happy new year!
He turns to me and I half expect him to say something lame/rude but cute and run off to play his games, but he said "this one, cannot la" (or something along this line) and then walked towards me and gave me a big "Happy New Year" hug.
*grins*
He also told me (on a different occasion) that I am his 2nd favourite cousin; the first being a slightly older boy who is his Ps2 buddy (whom I also think is bad influence).
*double grins*
I asked him once if he could be my boyfriend (playfully, to see what this lil genius would come up with) and he replied with a confused kind of smile , like he was really considering it "huh... cannot la." Why? "You older than me know..." :) not cos we're cousins.
I love this boy. so much. I hope he calls me for advice next time when we're older and he needs help with life, girls and stuff.
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