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Wednesday, March 2 4:29 PM


(truth is, i never got over you)

i am seriously deproving in every way.where has my challenger gone? no really every way.i think im much better this year. look at chem and phy.i think i did better in it.but still turn away from chinese and maths.if anyone could make my love those two subjects, i would will do anything in my will for you.(except climbling the highest mountains, dying for you...and the list goes on) maybe only GOD can.yes indeed only GOD.i have been neglecting my spiritual life recently.that shdnt be the way.like forgetting to pray at night.bad to worse you can really say.i just don't knw why i am typing my personal life here anyway.results i've never gotten, results that bring me down literally just gets me thinking of giving up.but i knw GOD is trying to tell me something.am doing some cleaning up as dad's gonna go renovations to my room when i came across this letter samantha wrote me when she was p6.it was really something. just a simple letter, has woken me up. how amazing can that be? a miracle.she wrote something that she just neede to share and i thought last time, it didnt help much but now, it helped me emotionally ALOT.i just wanna personally thank her and scream sheer happiness at her.but i cant do that now.all my hope is not lost, when i place all my hopes in the LORD.isnt that phrase just simply perfect? btw, i have some big news. may be getting baptised on 27march.may not be some big issue to other people, but to me, its like having given a new life, a new chance.sorry for my oh-so-emotional entry. haha.gaby asked me to write some bsrois or smth on msn and stuff. haha. weird.i will, later though i am actually online.off to clear my junks.

loved