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Thursday, 28 February 2008 . 11:04. There is always the danger that we may just do the work for the sake of the work. This is where the respect and the love and the devotion come in - that we do it to God, to Christ, and that's why we try to do it as beautifully as possible! I know i know. Tuesday, 26 February 2008 . 22:42. Sorry everyone. i know i haven't written in quite a while. I've been really busy with the Lenten Talks. I just came back from Day 2, and man was it good or was it good? St Francis sai...
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21 and 1 day. Friday, 30 January 2009 . 19:52. Taking life day by day, step by step, second by second. and I suddenly wake up to count 21 years of life. wow. I've been so blessed in these years. I look back, and I can truly see God's hand guiding me through in every step of the way, especially through situations or people. Very unexpected fun day! Tuesday, 27 January 2009 . 19:03. Cutting the end of exam/birthday cake. We didn't have enough candles so we improvised Roman Numerals. Well done Simon! Q: Typ...
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Wednesday, 30 January 2008 . 09:51. 66 BILLION heart-beats pumping at once . close your eyes and cover your ears for a second and just hear that . heard it? Now magnify that x 6.6 BILLION . its a common sound . a sound heard every second all around the globe . heart-beat = life; life = time . We all say we're too busy . then we all cry out for help . we say no one is ever there for us . we feel alone . Wouldn't the world be a better place? Tuesday, 29 January 2008 . 07:55. Its a new decision to love God ...
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Sunday, 31 May 2009 . 23:46. Thursday, 28 May 2009 . 10:05. A surgical glove, delicate and frail,. Saves lives in the midst of surgical detail,. The glove, insignificant in its own right,. On the surgeons hand becomes an invincible knight. If a basketball in my hands lands,. Compared to its value in Jordan’s hands,. Is surely worth not more than a win,. It all depends whose hands it’s in! Like the captivating tune of a violin,. A delicate sail can catch the wind,. And I absorb the ocean breeze.
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Last assignment to go. Saturday, 21 June 2008 . 11:02. Sorry for the delay, but I've been working on my last assignment as a first year student! However, this assignment is different to the rest. u see, its about Child Protection, its one of the areas I have at heart, and an area i would definitly love to work in as a graduate. however, it got me thinking sideways. the intro to my assignment is so:. Other times, when we're on good terms, we even pray together! And their hugs say so many things at once "i...
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Monday, 30 March 2009 . 18:18. On special request, here's the poem that was read at "Tear It Down". I’m ordinary, Like a canary,. Trapped in a cage of canaries,. All the same, except our name,. We’re lame, we swim in shame, we’re all to blame,. And our aim is solely to win the game. We do anything in our might to make our wishes come true. And if we hurt someone, then boo-hoo screw you! The world has become all dark and low. And the more we grow the lower we go. We need someone big enough to pull us up.
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Can you sleep when the wind blows? Wednesday, 29 April 2009 . 10:43. Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were. Reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the. Awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received. A steady stream of refusals. Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached. The shutters ...
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Wednesday, 2 September 2009 . 20:03. Losing appetite in an internal excavation. As Void stalks my every sensation. My coffee’s gone cold and I keep asking why. Only consoled by the fact that angels were made to fly. A desire to control, to hold my guardian by the wing. To experience the secure presence and that gentle scent of spring! Straining my voice in vain as loud sounds of silence reply. So I let go to the certainty that angels were made to fly.
