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Fortress Refuge: Metaphor
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Where All Thoughts Belong. Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia. View my complete profile. Friday, January 9, 2009. Yesterday stopped at the traffic light. As it sat, Today tore by in front of it,. At a life-threatening speed. And Tomorrow turned the corner, following. Slowly behind Today. It would reach its. Destination all too soon for anyone's liking. Yesterday sat, its engine idling slower slower. The light, never to be green again,. Stared at Yesterday with a baleful. I Know Where Yesterday Has Gone by Cindy Booth.
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Fortress Refuge: Ice-Cold; Hot-Spots
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Where All Thoughts Belong. Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia. View my complete profile. Sunday, January 4, 2009. When I first went back to my college, I heard my friends commenting on the University's Upgraded wireless, Aruba if I were not mistaken. They were telling me that the connection was fantastic, and one of my friend even told me that he had supposedly downloaded "Spiderman" in less than 3 hours, I was skeptical at first. Post more updates next time. January 5, 2009 at 11:01 PM. Hahai think later will get be...
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Fortress Refuge: Iris of Nostalgia
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Where All Thoughts Belong. Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia. View my complete profile. Thursday, January 15, 2009. A muffled, familiar tone was playing in the distance over and over again. As if instinct, I stretched my hand towards the pile of dirty clothes, as if a desperate predator searching for its prey. Underneath the layers of filthy clothes, I felt my cellphone. Like a prize, I took it to my face and squinted my eyes to see the time. I blink my eyes; He blinks his eyes. When I was done brushing, I scampered...
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Name | His Finished Work
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October 28, 2010 · 5:09 pm. If we should ever meet again, I’d ask for your name. Filed under A Beautiful Stranger. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. 97 Seconds With God.
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Who would’ve known? | His Finished Work
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The Greatest Act →. April 4, 2010 · 4:25 pm. Who would’ve known? A year ago attending New Creation Church would have been my dream come true. It was tiring, it was long, it was tedious, it was frustrating, it was amazing. I’ve met a programme director whom despite being the busiest person in the stadium, took her time to share with us pastor’s heart for the musical and to show each and everyone of us her heartfelt appreciation for serving. I’ve met anointed actors, musicians and artists who rehears...
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So? | His Finished Work
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Who would’ve known? March 18, 2010 · 4:11 pm. Cousin’s Colleague: I’m a City Harvester, what about you? Cousin: Oh, I’m a New Creationer. Cousin’s Colleague: *condescending look* My church is bigger than yours. God blesses us all. Filed under New Creation Church. Who would’ve known? 2 responses to “. March 19, 2010 at 3:15 am. March 28, 2010 at 5:16 pm. It’s not about how big the church is! God bless that man. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Generation Chu...
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The Greatest Act | His Finished Work
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Who would’ve known? August 30, 2010 · 4:28 pm. I have forgotten how to blog. I have been writing my prayers and musings on paper for the past months, preferring to keep it between myself and Him. But this I want to shout out loud, I want the world to know because I am no longer afraid or sorry to say that I truly love acting and narrating! There is no stage, no platform too large for us because even the largest of platforms belong to God. I love to act, I love to narrate and I’m proud of it. Leave a Repl...
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Captured | His Finished Work
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October 30, 2010 · 5:47 am. 8220;You’ve captured my heart, dear friend. You looked at me, and I fell in love. One look my way and I was hopelessly in love.”. 8211; Song of Songs 4:9 (The MSG). Filed under A Beautiful Stranger. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. おめでとうございます 1 year ago.
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Fortress Refuge: December 2008
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Where All Thoughts Belong. Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia. View my complete profile. Monday, December 29, 2008. I have never celebrated Christmas in my life, no presents, no wishes, no feast and do not even mention turkey. Ngo geh dei tao, in Cantonese]. In my mind, I was thinking that they are even better at skimping than one of my friend in Ipoh. *Salutations*. Instead, we parked our car along an abandoned shop lot. There weren't any bungalows, there weren't any Christmas Carols nor there were any Christmas...
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Fortress Refuge: January 2009
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Where All Thoughts Belong. Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia. View my complete profile. Thursday, January 15, 2009. A muffled, familiar tone was playing in the distance over and over again. As if instinct, I stretched my hand towards the pile of dirty clothes, as if a desperate predator searching for its prey. Underneath the layers of filthy clothes, I felt my cellphone. Like a prize, I took it to my face and squinted my eyes to see the time. I blink my eyes; He blinks his eyes. When I was done brushing, I scampered...
