what God gave me today?

wHat God GavE mE tOday ?

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Puffy Clouds

I've got butterflies in my stomach.
Bubbles in my feet.
Cheeks rosy red.

I'm just happy.
Smiling back at myself.
I thank God for that.

:)

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Saturday, July 28, 2007

You Changed?

It's amazing how one can change from a perfectly sane character into some out-of-the-world mad person.

Beats me how they do it, but hurts me how they hit me with their temper.
In result to that, I ran to the toilet to cry.

I didn't have a choice. It's either I sat at the computer, halfway typing away, wiping my tears away; or I go to some place where people can't see me.
That leaves me with only one choice. The washroom.

Couldn't stay in there for too long cos someone came in. They'd find it weird to hear someone sniffing in one of the cubicles. So, I had to go back to my seat. Made sure my eyes didn't look red.

Went back to my half-written article. Thinking of a 100 ways of how to concentrate and not write rubbish? I just couldn't.

Minutes later, I got a message saying, 'Hey, I just said a short prayer for you.' It's been so long since someone said that. The last I had that was when Suleen accidentally texted my other mobile. I even missed people telling me that they prayed for me. I felt a little better.

I want thing that had gone bad to recover. When will that day come? :(

I miss RBS. I miss my room mates then.

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My thoughts always tend to boggle over why people choose to be what they are today. I could never understand.

Sometimes I feel silly to think that there is a good person in everyone. But that's what I've been holding on to. All these years.

I need a hug :(

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How Deep The Father's Love For Us

How deep the father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss –
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.

Behold the man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life –
I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer;
But this I know with all my heart –
His wounds have paid my ransom.

Stuart Townend.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Bumped

Thought she looked familiar, then when she turned sideways, JANE !
Hurm... kinda miss them.. the ex-colleagues.. before Jane left we took this pictures ! (suddenly I remembered that I haven't posted them..hehe)

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