I love Jesus. No matter what, I choose to believe. To believe in my beliefs that I've held close to my heart for ever so long.



I'm gonna appreciate life's small things =) No use pondering over questions where I won't get my answers in the short term!



I just read "The Last Song". Its super super super nice. Seriously. I think I cried for over an hour (since the page when Ronnie knew about her father and his condition)... Even though the author (Nicholas Sparks) already dropped many hints previously, the way the emotions were portrayed and all were way too real. The reality of someone close leaving. What should we do after we know of our limited time left on Earth? Or rather, what CAN we do?

Nothing much I guess. It feels as though many things are often out of our hands, but I firmly believe that its definitely not out of God's hands. No matter how many times I go running to Him, He always welcome me with open arms. He always accept me for who I am. For who I wished I wasn't.

Here's a little moment I would like to share!

"Wake up! Its time for school."
*10 minutes later*
"Its ___ time now! You're going to be late for school!"
*Looks at the clock before jumping out of bed*
"Why didn't you wake me up ealier! T.T"
*rush around getting ready"

Yep, this happens almost every morning! Hahas, yet, looking back, this is what made my clean record of not being late for school. For the past 10 years, (almost) this is what have happened. And this is my early daily dose of Motherly Love.