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Thursday, September 6, 2007

Just came back from celebrating ' Kissing Bandits' victory for Curtin Futsal Tournament!
Congratulations girls! ^^
You girls are grrrrreeeeatttttt ! =)

Had cellgroup before that, it was not bad.. Kinda enjoyed the ice breaker.. So funny laaa..

"Thaddeus" on my head..

"Who am I ..? Who am I ? "

Ppl replied: " Yours so hard la.. " " I never heard before!" " I'm sorry I don't know"

I was so sad.. I was gonna be the lasttttt...Got punishment laterrrr !!

T-T

Uncle David attempted : " Hmm.. The front of the name is a jungle man's name. Jane's boyfriend"

-_-"""

Really hilarious.. But great ice breaker ! ^^

We did bible study on FOLLOW UP..

When I came to my page for viewing of the verse of the dayy.. was so surprised that it's something we ve learnt in cellgroup today!

Great coincidence ! and this is it...

“Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” (Matthew 28:18-20)


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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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