Apple Muffin

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Apple Muffin
Taste like milk.. *ew!*
Hehe!
Pull myself out of bed for erm..
"No class?"
Hmmm..Crapxxx..
But erm.. at least something to drive de piggie out from my comfy bed..
=P~
Had a nice outing last Sunday..
But it cost me a night without sleep to finish my weekly tasks..
Must sacrifice some things for another thing.. =P~
Thanks to 'my slave' for the wonderful dinner and the fun I had!
Assignments piling up..
Electrical System and Materials!
*aaahhh*
Presentation in another week's time!
*aaaahhh again.. nervous*
In the midst of all this, VCF still has so many activities!
As end of the semester is drawing near..
So manyyyyy assignments from VCF also!
*aiyerrrrrr!!*
Thursday's Final Celebration of the semester!
Amendment of annual report of ministry............................
Proposal for our new ministryyy.....
Sharing for Retreat Camp Night!~
Quiet time for retreat camp?
*aaaahhh! *fainted* *
Retreat camp is like few DAYS time !
OMG!
Another less than one month and ..
*poof!*
FINAL EXAMIINATIONS
*OMG not readyyyyyy!! how how how? *soBs* *
then
BON VOYAGE MIRI
"Home Sweet Home"

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A place where I can share my thoughts, interests and dreams to friends and family or even strangers who stumble upon this humble blog of mine~ The title of the blog was adapted from a quote of love from St. Augustine whom once said

"Love is temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become entwined together that is is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."



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