28 October 2007 Y 2:01 AM

Haha.
about bing again.
wen bing says that i like blogging about her.
she's right.

today fio, bing and i headed out.
blur girl ah bing.
she said 'David Henney'.(Daniel Henney)
'doey pasta?', "doRy pasta lar bing, doRy!'
another one, 'philosical' (philosophical)
fio and i can't help but kept laughing and laughing.
how blur can this wen Ring get.
hahahahahahaha

then blur as she is,
she left her wallet at coffee bean.
my gosh.
i was shocked by her too.
i can't help but marvelled at the extent of her blur-ness.
haha.

Then we headed back to coffee bean.
it was 11.30pm already.
last train, hers 11.47pm.
i prayed as we walked back.
"God, don't prove wen bing right again that she's INDEED blur. Amen."
We reached.
and a couple asked if we were looking for something.
a wallet.
Bingo!
God was so cool.
With gratefulness and thanking God in my heart,
we headed back to the station.

We considered my last train,
but forgot about bing's.
Hah.
When we reached the station,
[Last train-Boon Lay Arrived]
I grabbed her hand and ran.
tapped our cards,
i held her again.
Ran with her hand in mine.
Saw the train and i kinda swung her in. =)

There was still some time left.
I stood there, not wanting to leave until i see the door close.
We both panted.
I looked at her.
Marvelling at how this blur girl could be so special to me.

I told her and told God.
[i am willing to do anything for this girl, even laying down my life for her.]
My promise to you, bing.

You're my Special.



Y 1:13 AM

[because the decision is based on 'i know yet i want']

[i nearly rejected His best,
choosing to settle for my best.]

fragments of my conversation with Ronald.
He approached me and ask,
'Hi Jocelyn just wanna ask you whether u felt a bit lost?'
He prayed at 12mn for me.
I said i was feeling so at 12mn.

At 1230am - my heart was clear. my eyes were unveiled.

i was confused about you.
VERY~
my dilemma lasted for weeks.
i thought once again i was defeated.
I blamed my heart for being so fragile everytime.

I hurled God lots of hurting stuff.
that i rather have the world than Him.
i rather make the wrong choice, because i preferred it.
and that i'll face the consequences myself.
I was in the abyss.
Jesus came to my rescue.
He knew i could not bear this alone.

Ask me.
if i'm willing to go through it again.
I'll say I am.
why?
it was because of this,
that i feel all the more, I can't give God up.
I rather give you than give God up.

I'm someone that you care,
but what's more,
i'm someone that God loves.

i feel my importance.
not from you.
but from the King.

[I want to be adored by the King.
Loved by the Queen.
Protected by the Prince.
i want to be Princess. can i?]
i wrote this on October 9, 2006.

i am Princess.
God, You make me one.



25 October 2007 Y 12:42 AM
i thought it was true.
i thought it was real.
it all turned out to be a lie.
a fantasy i build upon empty promises.

i felt i was on cloud 9 then.
now i feel like i'm in the deepest valleys.

i hate your care.
i hate you asking how i am.
i hate the promises that you've made.

my heart, like what fio said,
feels as though it has gained the pounds.

i cried,
because of you?
i ain't sure.

on tuesday night, i told God this:
"the one thing that i hate the most now is to PRAY.
So stop asking me to pray!"
on wednesday morning, i talked to God again.
i said: "the only thing i can do,
which is the very thing that i hated the most,
is to pray."

And so i did.



18 October 2007 Y 12:29 AM
May i lay in your arms,
till i'm tired and weary,
fallen asleep.

May your embrace shroud me,
shutting out the clatter of the world.

Love and Hate does coexist.
For a time as this,
i'm believing this myth.

Forgiving is beyond reach,
Forgave is ancient.

I still have one more choice,
Forgive.

I want you.
I don't need you.