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Thursday, February 10, 2005
` 7:44 PM
dear diary

finally i see the point in tiffy's comment.

_ _ _ is 20 alr.

it seems tt we're like... so irritating to her. inferior to her. and wadever.
we dun dare to approach her la. so afraid tt we'll disturb her.... she's so bz anyway. you get wad i mean.

hai. nvm. i shall keep my mouth shut from now on. dun comment at her blog anymore. i have to avoid it to not step on her toes.

we alr stepped on her toes.




my music is like so loud... to drown out the funeral 'noise' downstairs... haa.

` 1:18 PM
dear diary

i'm getting darn freakingly pissed off with my mom.

wth.

i open my angpows today got problem.
i trust vinnie with the cookie recipe oso got problem.

fine. i dun need her help on saturday can.
i do it MYSELF with mandy.

wad the freakingly is wrong with her?!

zzz. brr. cold sia. i'm pissed.

` 1:31 AM
dear diary

when was the last time i did qT?

that qn hit me HARD...
i wish God will smack me hard and wake me up. get things into perspective.
but haa... as lq pointed out.. i'm His princess.
and as i'm thinking of this.. He's alr reminding me.
cant wait for spd camp 2005...
ahh..

convicted.


Tuesday, February 08, 2005
` 8:36 PM
dear diary..

this is tough. but... once i start there's no turning back. there IS.. but i dun want to... i want to continue..
aiyah. he la.. never tell me. hahaha.. it's okay anyway. the journey is fun.
maybe i've come to a crossroad. the road straight ahead is filled with broken glass. somehow it seems tt God wants me to walk straight.
it's painful... but i have to. continue.
ouch...
and nonononono... i dun want it to end. this is so nice.. =)

Faith
Trust
Obedience
Humility. =)

Thursday, February 03, 2005
` 5:27 PM
dear diary

sianx.
why cant my mom even donate a single dollar?
pls lo... so difficult meh.
if my parents dun even want to save my school... then how about my relativeS? isnt it gonna be worse?!
whats more hurting is tt when i asked her even for s very small sum to donate.. she said to me. "it's YOU who wants to save your school" oh my gosh.
but NEVERMIND... since she dun want to donate so be it.

confusing? lemme explain. my school is on leased land... in order to renew the lease, we have to pay 1 million odd in 9 years time. if not the whole school goes to the govt.

hai. cant she even understand? =(

Wednesday, February 02, 2005
` 6:34 PM
dear diary,

seems that this is my super private place. no one bothers to read anymore. but might as well, this is my own little world. =)

i'm feeling so bad since sunday. i feel as if i'm letting the Holy Spirit down. he HAD tugged at my heart and yet i didnt listen to him. it's like grieving him lor.. and i dun really feel good about it.
if only i had listened and knelt down. i miss God sia. i want to run back into his open arms. sigh. this is not good.
pride la. the prob is pride. it stands in the way.. between jesus and me. =(
he said come onto me.. come onto me! all who are weary... and i will give you rest.
a pure heart.. that's what i long for.. a heart tt follows hard after thee.

;where are you Lord. i'm weary.. i need rest. i want to run back to you like a child. where are you...i'm so sorry...

girl ;

me?
im just another incohorent girl on the face on the earth. singing's my passion, but i do badly at it.
and it doesnt help that some people stress that point to me too. it redundant, cos i already know it.
trying to live for God alone. still trying.

you'll find out who sheryl really is here.

wait a minute.
you dont even need to know me.

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