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I lift my eyes to you, the author of my faith You are the faithful one, the answer to my prayers I lift my eyes to seek You, my comforter and friend You'll never let me go, that I know. In everything I do, I pray it be for You That You be magnified, be glorified on high. Jesus, it is all for You Jesus, it's all for You. I lift my eyes to you, the author of my faith You are the faithful one, the answer to my prayers I lift my eyes to seek You, my comforter and friend You'll never let me go, that I know You'll never let me go, You'll never let me go, You'll never let me go, that I know. i thought i'd put the lyrics for today's offering song here. sorry it doesn't have a title. yet (: was really nice during 11.30 (or rather, 11pm) service cos people were SINGING! heh. ok well. The first line might sound familiar - "i fix my eyes on you, the author of my faith". cos well, got inspired from that :) what is this thing called faith? (uh. no. don&#

Ok well, in reply to Matthias. 11.30 used to have more ushers. But anyway. Now 9.30 has so many ushers, mainly cos of the sec1s. we have about…7 sec1 ushers. But I’m thinking that I should just make them greeters and not ushers, as in, the ushers who…do whatever the normal duty is. But actually, thinking about it now. I shouldn’t even let sec1s in. a week ago, this sec1 girls mom sms-ed me to ask whether “Thursday’s practice was compulsory” . I was like… huh?! Cos. There was no prac for ushering. So is this another case of a sec1 using the ministry as an excuse to go out or whatever, and lying to her parents? *shrug* . I guess so. So that’s bad. So I don’t really want sec1s in, I guess. But then, I can’t exactly “kick” them out of the ministry, since I’ve already accepted them right (ok yea I said they’ll only start in 2 months time. Oh maybe I can extend that to….like, 9 months? Ok. I’m talking rubbish) So well, I guess 9.30 has about uh, 23 ushers now? Not 30. yea. Thereabouts. Band

Rich or Poor? Author unknown. From " Stories for the extreme teen's heart" One day a father took his rich family and his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing him how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night on the farm of a poor family. When they got back form the trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "Very good, Dad!" "Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked. "Yeah!" "And what did you learn?" The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the gardem, they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden, they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon." When the little boy was finished, his father was speechless. His son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are!" _______________________________________________

So remember I was typing something but the whole post got deleted? It was this. Just the first part for now. I know it's long. but just read it. especially for the baby christians (haha. hi la and db) and well, whoever's having doubts about your faith... :) Our Daily Bread The Triumph of the Resurrection 10 Reasons to believe in the Christian faith 1. The Credibility of its founder Christ said He came from heaven to die for our sins and to bring to His Father all who believe in Him. Logic says that He was either a liar, a lunatic, or the Lord in heaven. His followers saw His miracles, heard His teachings, examined His blameless life, witnessed His terrible death, and saw Him alive again. They concluded, “We have come to believe and know that You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.” (John 6:69) 2. The Reliability of Its Book Written over a period of about 1600 years by 40 different authors, the Bible tells one story that begins with creation and concludes on the threshold

Boxes Author unknown I have in my hands two boxes Which God gave me to hold. He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black, And all your joys in the gold." I heeded His words, and in the two boxes Both my joys and sorrows I store. But though the gold became heavier each day The black was as light as before. With curiousity, I sopened the black I wanted to find out why And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole Which my sorrows had fallen out by. I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud, "I wonder where my sorrows could be." He smiled a gentle smile at me, "My child, they're all here with me." I asked, "God, why give me the boxes, Why the gold, and the black with the hole?" "My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings, The black is for you to let go."

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I LOVE MAMA CHAN! ok well. er. haha. ok. she gave us this project assesment thingie sheet of paper with stuff she wrote on it and hehehe. ok. at first i didn't want to look at the paper cos i was super scared that everything would be like, circled 1 or 2. (ok it's 1-5, 5 being the highest. Liyi got EVERYTHING circled 5, with an arrow pointing towards...uh...not 4..the empty space beside. duh. she's getting an A* for VSCP1. mamachan wants her to submit her work for the crowbar awards (ok. maybe only joshua will know what i'm talking about.)) ok it's good that i'm actually scared cos i never got this worried about my marks in secondary school so ok. it shows that i care. haha. huh. yea. but ok THANK GOD my stuff's like....phekgek (ok. phekgek = mamachan) circled most of the stuff 4. I have no idea how. because I think my work was absolute crap. really really absolutely just crappy crap crap but she circled "4" for most of the stuff and i'm like,

ok. see. i just typed this super long thing. and i pressed the wrong button. and everything got deleted. i am so smart. sharks. ok. i will type it again. but not now. haha. maybe later. bye! ah. ok. later.

I LOVE CHRISTINE!!!! a super beeeeg thank you to you... heh oh wow. xuanie and i are in the same boat. hahaha. crap. i'm like, so off and on on high-ness. it's crazy. ha. nevermind. n cheese and shoulders, crazy toes. crazy toes. crazy toes. sorry. i'm high. you see. you can tell that i'm high. usually from when i talk too much. and i RAMBLE. (rambling rolllllll. ok. it's not really "rambling roll". it's smtg else. sung by Nat King Cole. but it sounds like that. hm. what else is there. "where are those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer." but anyway, it's now Frank Sinatra for me. i'm singing Cheek To Cheek. "Heaven I'm in heaven. and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak. and i seem to find the happiness i seek. when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek...." i think i memorised the whole song today. i'm going to get a sore throat if i sing it anymore. haha. but it's fun, you know.) i must be crazy. i

my mom just msg-ed to ask me to pray for chinee to get well cos she's sick (funny. it went "pray for e ". haha) and the msg ended with "back on sat" and i was like, huh? and i just realised she actually flew off to thailand this morning before i woke up. :/ , cos i wasn't aware. it just feels very strange. my mom went cos (just took it from my sister) : "dearest granduncle passed away at ten thirty last night. we just got the news, ah kee uncle called from yala just now. you are one of the most caring persons i've known; much nicer than many of the closer relatives here in singapore in fact - and i can still remember your kindness and affection after ten years of not seeing you. if not for the stupid south thailand violence and if not for that nasty fall i could have visited you in december. ma is flying up to yala tomorrow (meaning today. she wrote this yesterday) with another aunt. if i didn't have school i'd have wanted to go too. but it

"Moon River" music by Henry Mancini, lyrics by Johnny Mercer Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you're going I'm going your way. Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end-- waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me. moon river - :)

Ushering retreat was pretty good. We had many giggly sec1s who were running from this room to that at ymca. Ushering on sunday was GOOD. Ben was blur, as usual (haha. hi ben, if you're reading this. or well, brad ) haha. but it was all good. and it was fun - that fifteen minutes before service where all the ushers came in for service and the rule was to make a new friend that day. I don't know if they did. But anyway, it was good cos well, the atmosphere...i dunno. it was just happy-happy. haha. you know, lulu wanted to go running in her birks with me. in her birks. yes, in her birks. but of course, we didnt. it wasn't all good. like, i had this mother calling me cos her daughter lied to her that we ended at 7 instead of 4, so she could go for the cross-trainers activity at acjc. and cos her daughter didn't have a consent form. i tried to explain why. but her mother was still angry so well too bad. so i just kept saying sorry. but well, nevermind. doesn't matter. i

my thumbs are aching a slight bit from pulling the blue tack thingie. ha. ha. and. no fair! for self-promo, those under mama chan had to make their gifts while those under keejan could just buy the stuff :/ and so many pple in keejan's class got an A. OHTHOSELUCKYLUCKYPEOPLE! haha. i hope i don't fail :/ i'm quite scared. that i'll fail stuff this sem. or do really badly :/ pffty. yaiyamyettingyayeddleyissedyanyaybeyayeddleyellyerroyised. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahahahaHAHAHA. sorry. ok i better click "publish post" before i die laughing and type some more crap. bye. ahhh.d;askljdsdkjagbsdkgbjsadklgsghsghahaha

hello meimeijiejie . i was feeling very you today. (meimei-ish) haha. " I lie on my bed dreaming, I lie on my bed reading, I lie on my bed writing ." I spent my whole day doing that. Like you in your dimly-lit room. (just not today) And me in mine. Just that mine's more cosy cos I've got that bunk above, and the wall on one side, the blanket covering the other. haha. And I wrote a whole lot. Many pages of this and that and just about everything. (well. not really everything. the number of things in this world.......it's kind of overwhelming. but anyway, you get what i mean). Once I start writing, I can't stop. I have to force myself. haha. well, sometimes. writing is a nice thing to do :) the only downside about writing is that you can't write faster than you think so sometimes by the time you get to writing it, you might have forgotten what you wanted to write. sometimes, you're forced to think a little more slowly. perhaps, a little more deep. so i g

the 9.30's ushering team size has doubled since this year! we've now got 29 ushers :D i'll tell the new sec1's to start ushering only next month i guess. or else too many new pple, can't handle. the back of the hall's getting crowded. haha. but anyway, yay! :D heh. ushering retreat this sat-sun, 12th - 13th March 2005. meet at yWca, room 806 (level 8) at 1.30pm if you're gonna be late, call me and i'll tell you where we are. we're staying overnight at ymca (wow. haha) bring : the normal stuff. clothes(including ushering shirt) plus bible plus stationery. and moeny for your own food (breakfast, lunch, dinner. so that's about 15 bucks that you need to bring). will end at about 4. then those who want to head for the cross-trainers activity at acjc can do so then. worship retreat on 14th, 15th march. i have school on the 15th! poo. just to hand something up. abi! do we need forms? no need right. cos not overnight. and then another retreat. at jingy

My Heart Blown Hot and Cold Luo Jing Mei My heart, blown hot and cold, bleeds into the ground. The coolness of depression stimulated by humanity's darkness dissolves in the heat of my burning, flaming passion for life. this sheen dies the day I stop dreaming, the day I stop reading, the day I stop writing. Passion feeds itself like a fountain but dries up in this tiresome world like strains on a coffee cup. I faint again and again, the dizziness swirling in my faculties. My nerves are plucked like weathered harp strings and I lie on my bed dreaming, I lie on my bed reading, I lie on my bed writing. Anyway, no, I'm not putting this poem here for any reason. But anyway, I like dreaming, and reading, and writing. Hello everybody, good day to you all.

I don't really want to do my work. But I have to. So, well. Anyway, a song. Pl-lites might know this - it was the theme song for our musical in year 2000. Sorry if the lyrics are a bit wrong. I'm typing it from memory :) The Great I AM Don't tell me that you've never seen The moon up in the sky Don't tell me that you've never asked Who put it there and why The creator of the universe Our God of grace and might Put it there to show us He is still there in the night (Chorus) Do you believe in the great I Am Won't you put your trust in Him He is the one treasure of your soul All that you're searching for All that you're looking for All that you need is in the great I Am Don't tell me that you've never felt Alone and so afraid Confused by sin and darkness Plagued by demons within Are you wandering round in circles Or are you running from your fears On an endless journey, A destiny unclear ______________________________________________________

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freehand died on me. one hours worth of work is gone. and it's stupid tracing! poo. :( ah nevermind.

i like my IndoMie MiGoreng. hi dawn . thank you gfor saying my diess stuff is ok. if not, i'd never get started. haha. yes sarah ! i'm the girl with the blue specs, who's a christian! hehe. it's good news :) and hello, ponkberry . and hello, ((: how's spaceworld?