<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/22335200?origin\x3dhttp://thelanguageof-love.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Monday, May 15, 2006 Y 11:52:00 PM


oh yeah, my room is finally packed.
wait wait, i mean my books, to be more specific.
oh and i smartly forgot to give my mother her card yesterday.
but i did so today anyways :)
i realise there's a lot to thank her for.
somehow i don't think i've really appreciated her, i mean deep down, yes.
but i doubt i really showed my appreciation to her.
i think she really sacrificed a lot, for this whole family.
so thank You Father for the mother! :)

had a dream yesterday, man it was super real, as usual.
but this time it involved prayer.
it began something like this.
there was a break in and i was alone at home.
so i ran to my mother's room, because i thought that's where most of the expensive stuff would be.
i locked the door and called the police.
i whispered my address and then quickly put down.
a man, whom i later found out was indian, was trying to use those screw and all to open the door.
he finally did, so i went to hide in my mother's toilet.
i think i called my mother or something to tell her, and dad too.
but it's so weird because in my dream i remember dad being one of the burglars too.
but why would dad wanna steal stuff from his own house?!
that's quite dumb, very i mean.
ok, so in the end, the man managed to break open my mother's toilet door.
but i don't know why after that he just went to take the stuff,
wait actually i can't really remember anymore.
but i remember this part, i told him something like "ok, u take the knife first, but please, let me do something for awhile can?"
somehow, he agreed.
so i put my hand on his head and started praying.
i remember praying and asking God to take away that wrong desire, which is stealing.
i just continued praying and the indian man just kept nodding his head,
like as if it was the work of the holy spirit or something.
after the prayer, he decided not to steal anymore.
whoaaa there was peace.
that's all i can remember.
but i still think the dream is weird, but somehow like,
the power of prayer :)
eeyer my mind is funny,
and i remember dreaming of so many random people last week.
from church to school etc.
some of the dreams were really nonsensical, but some, quite realistic.

oh yeah im suppose to go for nic tan's celebration,
but i'm not really in the mood to.
just feel like spending the day at home.
oh and yes, talking to bestie just now was so hilarious.
whee im happy for her :)
oh yeah and we laughed a lot, really a lot.
but now when i think of it, it ain't really that funny.

recorded at11:52:00 PM




Disclaimer.

This is my blog.
> Please respect it cause it's not yours.

Should there be any reason which causes you to dislike it,
you're given the liberty to Click here.




a vessel of His love.

Charmaine

30101990

To seek to love and honour the Most High above all else.

"Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised."
Proverbs 31:30






love's language.




speak twittery love.



love is in the air.

music please.



credits.


Designer: [x]neeliex-*
Image: photobucket
Tagboard:: cbox