Hello, I've moved to wordpress .

Under the positive influence of my other half. HEHEHE. Heheheheheh! Guess why I posted this pictue? Besides them being my favourite people (:

Life is so much easier without those.

Bay Bay ah, can you PLEASE cut your hair. Come my house there and cut la. Please please please. God is not satisfied to just be a part of our lives. He wants to be more than just a CCA, activity, half an hour QT God, feeling, or just another friend.

He wants to be your entire life. Your whole being. That if you were to sum up your life in 3 words, it would just be "God and me" .

Where else can we find a God who is like Him, who desires to be exclusively ours? He is definitely, in hot pursuit of you.

King David calls God his Portion. I have always wondered what that meant. Thought about it, asked around. Then I realised. When we say, "Hey, that's my portion of the cake, etc.", we're saying it belongs to us. So when King David said God was his Portion, he was just simply saying God is his, that all of God belongs to him!

& that means. . when God is my Portion, all of God belongs to me! To us! My heart pounds with excitement whenever I think about this. Imagine, the Creator of Heaven and Earth! The most wonderful, beautiful Being is for us! He offers all of Himself to us; well, afterall, He gave His One and Only Son for us (:

This life is nothing short of abundant when we meet Life. All I have now is an expression of Your grace
Without Your breath, I'd be nothing less than dust

Thank You Jesus, for everything You are doing in my life, whether I can see it or not. I know You are, because You said that in Your Word that You would complete the good work You began in me.

Thank You for reminding me that whatever is in my life right now, it is not too much for me to handle. You are in perfect control. So Lord, help me to be a good steward of my time and energy.

Thank You that Daddy is nowhere near the area where the earthquake hit this afternoon.

Man, I was like ahh when my aunt called to tell me about the earthquake that hit China. I called my mum but she didn't pick up. I couldn't find the China calling card to call dad. I couldn't find my dad on msn, where is usually is.

Many thoughts ran through my head while I was checking on the quake news. What if he got stuck somewhere and nobody could find him, what if he's gone? What if I couldn't see my dad for the one last time? There'd be no more daddy, there'd be no more msia family trips, there'd just be nothing.

But one question hit hard, and it was that, if, just if my dad was gone, would I still be able to praise God? Would I still love God?

Anyway my dad's fine. Nothing of what I imagined came to pass. I think I'd definitely treasure my daddy more, because it is God who determines when our lives should start and end.

I wanna live my life in a way such that if, just if any trial/tragedy would happen, my answer to the hard question would be a straight yes. I just went through another fight with the killer named Stress.

Okay, maybe not a killer. Stress is good only if it doesn't climb over me. But too much of killer stress is not good for me. Shoo to the unhealthy level.

Sometimes weekends seems like a fantasy, like I'm zapped out of the A levels world. And then on sunday night, Stress promptly turns up at the door of my life (at approximately 9pm), knocks hard and tries to barge in.

Especially after the weekend has been so wonderfully wonderful. Sigh.