she's OUR joy.
smth happy to share.
mummy told me over dinner:
Me: " .... yes, i slept @ 4..."
Mum: " me too lor, i couldnt sleep last nite, n i went to talk to you dog"
(wynn staring @ us.... wagging her tail.. )
Mum: (turns to wynn and sorta told her smth like " i tok to u lst nite hor"
- mum said she couldnt sleep n went out to the couch... n she sorta fell aslep there.. but.. my wonderful dog kep squeezing on the two sitter couch w her! and she told me.. she was asking wynn why can't she move over to the other 3 sitter couch instead -
Dad: " ... that day ar, i fell aslep on the couch oso. then i woke up feeling a warm furry thing on my belly... "
- apparently they seems to love her more then i do already -
;)
-the negative thing abt it is.. wynn is fed alot of not so healthy food!! but i can't bare to keep stopping my mum n dad frm giving it to her.. they love her so... -
presenting...
the culprit: my Wynn Wynn
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other not-so-pretty moments...
"stop staring @ my butt. trying to slep"
- in deep drems -
' i slep like u'
'wad u want'
when she was sick, and she slept on my sheets; crying like a baby...
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a chapter;
: Love Refugees :
love ' -
: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
: a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
Refugees ' -
: One who flees in search of refuge, as in times of war, political oppression, or religious persecution.
-thoughts-
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Perceptions.
"we don't live in a world of reality.
we live in a world of perceptions"
when u see me blogging to often..
its obvious im having a study brek.. n supposedly..
studying.. which im not.
ok it hasn't been productive.
but this period..
made me realise..
made me think..
stopped my pace...
perception.
what is perception?
1. the act or faculty of apprehending by means of the senses or of the mind; cognition; understanding.
2. immediate or intuitive recognition or appreciation, as of moral, psychological, or aesthetic qualities; insight; intuition; discernment: an artist of rare perception.
3. the result or product of perceiving, as distinguished from the act of perceiving; percept.
4. Psychology. a single unified awareness derived from sensory processes while a stimulus is present.
Synonyms 1. awareness, sense, recognition.frankly,
i do not know wher this entry is gonna lead to.
but my mind is all over the place..
my own perception-s..
in the many many ..many issues.
i don't think i'll ever know if my
perception is right.
n who is ther to agree with me (thou i tnk..often i got
Witch.XY n ger)
keke.
but u know.. i can be really
'Off".. really WAaay..
Grey
Grey - the colour between the reality n sides of Right n Wrong. (white & black)in jj's eyes i tnk.. theres only white&black.
in cind's eyes.. theres. white, black, light grey, grey and dark grey.
i think i understand.
i think i know it.
but..
i realise i can be so weird.so wrong.so far n so lost.
xy, we r weird huh? or r we jus special? :Ptold u the entry is going nowhere!!!stop hooking me. stopstopstopat tyms i rather never knew. never heard,never seen.at tyms.. i wonder. y m i at spots i dun tnk makes the best of me.y.mylove
Higher Ground
1. I'm pressing on the upward way,New heights I'm gaining every day;Still praying as I'm onward bound,"Lord, plant my feet on higher ground."
2. My heart has no desire to stayWhere doubts arise and fears dismay;Though some may dwell where these abound,My prayer, my aim is higher ground.
3. I want to live above the world,Though Satan's darts at me are hurled;For faith has caught the joyful sound,The song of saints on higher ground.
4. I want to scale the utmost heightAnd catch a gleam of glory bright;But still I'll pray, 'til heaven I've found"Lord, lead me on to higher ground."
Refrain:Lord, lift me up and let me standBy faith on heaven's table-land,A higher plane than I have found:Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.
Crossing the LINE.
"I didnt come to fit in,
i came to make a Statement."
"If failure isint' a possibility,
then victory aint' anything"
I hope i got them right.
was @ Pastor Lim's service this morn..
he spoke of "crossing the Line"
Hebrews 11:8-16:)
it shoked me.
it shoked many.
i felt so refreshed after.
He talked abt growing up in the rules. "inside the line"
like when u were a kid, colouring outside the line is Wrong...
He mentioned about the "drumS" being so not christianity, has passed..
i guess all i understood was ..
Walking out of YOUR Line!
be brave to persue.
God has great plans for u. n for him, u shld walk out of your line too..:)
when the song.
Higher Ground played..
we sang.. n it just brought my heart , mind n soul towards his words..
(cnt find the lyrics!)
i teared.
n i think, i knew why.
i guess. i can't wait to bravely
walk out of my line too..
my'' boys will always be my'' boys..
ok. i think i sounded like a mummy!
it was a simple n completely silly-annoying-fun-moronic tym~
haa. its just...
i cnt describe.
but.
each tym.. i felt them alil more grown up.
each tym.. i felt alil more close-y yet far.
each tym.. i felt alil mre silly!
each tym.. i felt so very old.
this tym..
i feel that not only
he gone thru much..
he made us grew up with
him..they are still my''boys.
ha.
y m i such a brave nut when i'm with them? i almost fear none! (mayb cus i know im safe? or mayb.. they r not my match! wahhaha)how can we communicate without saying the titles of those songs yet we read each other's minds? -actually usually.. no1 remembers titles! we all "that 1 that 1"and when i thought im the girl singer.. im wrong.. we all are! :Dwhen those irritatingly dirty words comes flowing out.. n those irritating laughter surrounds us.. i just had to swollow.. as i slap them all about.and we just go out.. n msgs, phonecalls will cum when the tym approaches..its like.. its so 'the usual"haa.
n when stan asked.."any1 wan food.." we all shoke our heads.but he ordered.then when the food came.. we all stood up..stretch for it.. shared n ate..n u can hear him "..WHO SAYS DON'T want!! then now EVERY1 is Eating!...!!!"but stan ordered .. a whole platter? for who leh? ahahaah..n u know..when.. "i duno how to sing.. but i like.." sum1 will sing. haha.. n one song can be shared by every1?.. boon for the high pitch? uu..for the act act.. etc... hahhaa..and not forgetting...
those lil lil details of care when cums to safety.. and all the way to our pockets..they are really my'' boys..n will always be...
"eh, stop taking photo la"
- we took quite a few? w multiple poses? "eh..how to make my face dun look fat?""dun sing bd song lor"
-we sang?"u better drink"
-they all drank?n i got home.. with inbox flooded with... ru hm?. . alot alot alot more.
u know wad.
i love... my''boys.
hehe.
-my apologies 4 being so random.. im quite happy n slepy :)
stop thinking
its like.
what caught me thinking.
it was frm..
"
power of imagination...makes us inFinite"then wad subcouncious mind.
then wad
the reason.its so so scary.
i wanna run away.
sum1.
lesson.
: i heard this so many times!. but each time. it reminds me ... and teaches me the lesson again..
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A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full they agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar . Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with a unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things- your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained ...your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.The sand is everything else -- the small stuff.If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal." Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
When things in your life seem almost too much too handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.
mydance..
did i ever mentioned..
i melt' @ every show's 'Love Dance"..
if u know me.. u shld know how impt it is to me to do me "the Spin"..
u know.. the turn around spin... :p
n again.. i melted when he learnt to dance for her...
n i melted when they dance..
cinds.. and her drem dance on her garden wedding.
y does every love story just make us girls draw those pretty pictures?
Stay Home Saturday with You...
Love is always patient and kind;
it is never jealous.
Love is never boastful or conceited...
It is never rude or selfish...
It does not take offense, and it is not resentful.
Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in truth.
It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
the eyes..
the dance..
" your love is like the wind.. i can't see it.. but i can feel it..."
Its June's all time fave! and she says.."... its the purest love..."
and i nod smiling..
my plentiful of :thoughts:
True Love is two parts coming to form one whole,
but both parts need to be whole themsleves..
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Saw this @ KAP MAc with ger.
i call it 'the purest joy'..
we talked abt it.. ger said : " the grandparent's joy is from that lil grandchildren of theirs.."
and we both yelled : " we wanna return to childhood again..."
my mind twirled around growing old.. still being in love... have to hold that wrinkles hands of his.. walking with heavy steps yet... having a light mind and heart.. enjoying the last days with great comfort and joy..
ohmy ohmy...
:
Love is bringing a plant which you fancy home.Marriage is about taking care of the plant and nurturing it.
- i tnk.. love is about growing a baby plant as you experience rain and shine...
marriage is about building a shelter together ant protecting that plant.
(?)
: Reminds me of the tym @ Magaret River in Perth..
memories that will always be.
:
Our Feverish Planet.
in dismay.
: it was sandcastle building, it was sunshine after the rain, it was eating, it was celebrating, it was tons of laughter that brought me tearing, it was cam whoring.. it was our friendship our joy~
mylove
ur kite, my kite, our kites
7
kites to be exact.
i recall buying them from those old toy wholesale place in msia on my roadtrip.... almost 2-3 yrs ago.
i remembered my perserverence and excitement buying them.
n i even got lost in that huge wholesale place in the midst!
haha.. darn i was really frightened then, i recalls! hahhaa
but bought 1 in the beginning.
then i looked and saw.. n started buying e 2nd,3rd,4th,5th,6th.....7th.
i wanted to pick 1 for each
1 each for the
6 of us.
my mind was filled with much excitement for our next outing-kiteflying.
then.
in the end i bought 7. haaa. because i wanted to buy 6 of the similar ones and to hand pick each
kite for a particular person!
n yes.. i spend all my shopping tym at that place for
kites!
i felt it was worth it.
today those
kites sit on this lil insignificant corner of my room.
haa. yup im hiding it.
because my mum (frm the tym i carried that 7 long n super 'zo deng'
kites in n out of the custom) since then alrdy warned me abt keeping it @ hm..
but only untill today, i started opening them frm those dusty lil transparent bags they r packed in n chose 1 for our picnic tmr.
oh
kites kites kites.
sorry what i had in mind when i got u guys never did came true.
sorry i left u there.
i admit i didn wanna rack up my
memories n
hopes.
n i left u there to hide frm my mum!!
:)
my dearest
kites..im nt gonna abandon u guys anytym soon.
dnt worry.
because as long as the
memories are so much deep in my hart n mind...
i stil like to steal alil glance @ u all when i pass by the corner..
to me.. those memories are like the kites that will never leave me..
n like the kites i would be flying them high up in the sky... freely.. happily...
our
friendship...
:
i was really angered.
tired.
felt that im being very much over wrked.
but when i saw the ppl i love arnd me..
even more tired then i am.
i woke up.
i shld be glad.
i should be happy.
i shall not complain.
because everyone is wrking hard too!
i shall not be grumpy.
because im having a picnic w the
sventies tmRR!!!!
:)
i cnt wait.
