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emily-ish exposure: July 2007
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From the unsuccessful blogger. Saturday, July 21. There was much to glean from the sermons in the past two weeks. bravely bringing on the topic of sexual purity, pastor kenny shared an insightful quote on the definition of sin. Here's what Susanna Wesley (John Wesley's mother) had to say about what sin is:. Whatever weakens your reason,. Impairs the tenderness of your conscience,. Obscures your sense of God,. Or takes away the relish of spiritual things;. She expounded : 8:44 PM. Thursday, July 19. Let h...
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emily-ish exposure: starting & stopping
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From the unsuccessful blogger. Friday, February 12. It's terribly hard to start again at something. once you've stopped. My exact sentiments about blogging, really. But I'll start with something simple, perhaps trivial. So, 10 things I'm happy about:. 2 The looong weekend, thanks to CNY. 3 The ang-baos I'll still receive despite the fact that I'm past toddler-hood and adolescence. Manageable. For now. 5 Just looking at Am and Meg's store of photos on my computer. Such cutie nieces I have! 7 I baked today.
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emily-ish exposure: December 2006
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From the unsuccessful blogger. Monday, December 18. In my previous post, i promised more pictures to make up for my absence. And so, here are some random ones. i would typically try to string the pics into my entries in a sort of anecdotal style.but now.i shalln't bother. Birthday pressies from my lovely sister. 2 bags of homemade brownie cookies. 2 penguin book stands. 7 rolls of shiny colourful tape. 5 rolls of cartoony scotch tape. A pack of 25 popcorn gun man lunch bags. But tasted just as divine.
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emily-ish exposure: June 2007
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From the unsuccessful blogger. Friday, June 29. I think we each have a right to randomness, at the right time. Here's my time. after a week of slogging it out. I've wanted for awhile to blog about mess. Artistic mess. look at all that colour (:. Panorama view. so you see the big picture. I shall also unabashedly show you part of my room, which bears the same trademark clutter, but (may i remind you) which is. I seem to bring this ability to most places i go. here's one slightly watered-down example.
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emily-ish exposure: November 2007
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From the unsuccessful blogger. Thursday, November 22. I love november and december! Its the time when. Seems to happen (:. End of projects, lighter workloads, birthdays, youth camp, christmas, christmas with the community, and clearing leave :p. There's just so much to be celebrating about. the end of the year always bring for me an air of anticipation.there's so much to be looking forward to! And this year is no exception.starting this week:. Italian family dinner on sunday (no.not eating. But yes, i'm ...
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emily-ish exposure: taking a trip
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From the unsuccessful blogger. Wednesday, September 10. Yes, i did take a trip on sunday.and it wasn't to church or the bahamas. i made contact with the ground. And i thought i'd better blog about my trip before the poignancy of the incident began to fade, which in my case often does because i take too long to get down to blogging. God has always been about the work of pursuing us, calling us unto Himself. Trusting can be hard. (anyone say amen to that? God is patient and kind. He chooses to work in ...
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emily-ish exposure: life and a lump-on-a-leg
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From the unsuccessful blogger. Thursday, August 6. Life and a lump-on-a-leg. This might be a potentially depressing entry. Sigh what a way to begin an entry after.8 months of silence. What would possess me to even post an entry at this hour, i don't know. I was just back from work less than an hour ago. And yes, this appears to be the pattern of my life now:. Work is just.work. and more work. And, a walk in the valley is always a reminder that God is not quite done with me yet. He is in the business ...
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emily-ish exposure: October 2006
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From the unsuccessful blogger. Monday, October 30. As i begin writing this post, i can't help but wonder, as i often have, about the thin line between writing in stark complete honesty and writing censor-bly. (pun intended, for lack of a better expression.). I've tried to answer this question for a long long time and i haven't come to a comfortable solution. i feel like sometimes i ask too much, try too hard and fear too much. where do i draw the line between self-revelation and self-censorship? There, G...
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emily-ish exposure: my lost art
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From the unsuccessful blogger. Wednesday, November 23. It seems blogging is a lost art. And I say so for, well.myself. But back to my original thought (which I've just remembered by looking at the first sentence of my above paragraph - - topic sentence they call it - - but clearly my topic sentence wasn't supported at all. Since we write to communicate, and thus be understood, then we should make sure people understand what we're writing, no? She expounded : 6:16 PM. I miss you Ems. :). Life and a lump-o...
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emily-ish exposure: a random rant.
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From the unsuccessful blogger. Thursday, October 28. There used to be a time when words did not fail me. when my thoughts and feelings would find fruitful expression in the right words. there was precision and clarity. there was meaningful rumination. there was also time. time to reflect. time to ponder. time to create. time to think. Time seems to be in such short supply. and so are my words. My vocabulary fails me. The impetus for expression impels. Yet wordlessness stares defiantly. What will it be?
