Tuesday

Rite... this post is dedicated to Joyce, 'Maddie ppl get tired looking at the sunday post' .... Yes I get the hint

Monday
My room neeeeeeeeeeds to be cleared up. + Christmas shopping. I'm getting lesser and lesser sleep. [Quite amazing huh] First, I have to get some christmas shopping done. Then, my room need new shelves - my TEXTBOOKS are pilling up everywhere.... giftwrappers everywhere... jigsaw everywhere... It's totally messy.

Tuesday
So, Julian and I sort of went down to Ikea for shopping lar. .. On my list of things to buy [hangers, shelves, rack], I only managed to buy 1 out of 3 - the hanger.... The rest of the items tt I bought where impluse buying - my fav was the pinky clips .... whhahah [ BUT IT"S SO CUTE LOR] ... yeah! My room is totally cluttered with things... bags... Not much improvement since monday thought.. But I have more things to decorate my room with. Hee hee. Wait till I get down with the drawers... tt's worst!

The funny thing was tt I took a bus down to AMK and met him at YIO CHU KANG... then we took a buz down. ... On the way back, I realised tt 153 goes there. I have a direct bus and it takes half the time spent getting there.. whhahah

After which I had to go for breifing... long long long day. I have lots of stuff to fill in. Work is pilling up.. what the hell.. It's the holidays.

Wednesday
Today would most likely be the same... shopping! hopefully I would be getting the rest of the things that I want. then I would be able to start clearing my pile of dust. I sleeping at 3 am and waking up at 9 plus. - i'm going to beat joseph's quote liao... MY STITCH! ... whahha! Prolly going to Ikea later to get my stuff. Life is confusing - buying stuff to make my room clutter and things to make my room neater.

Then it would be a nite of meeting again with calista and luke. ZZZzzzzzzz...

Thursday
Would be a maths day for joyce
Violin lesson for me which i haven't touch for 2 plus week. I don't think i would remember the scale. Then it's going to be endless... scarles... Cmajor, A minor, Gmajor, D major .... Seeing stars =0S

Friday
My dad's birthday and my best friend's 21th birthday... CELEBRATION.

This is my week - busy!

"Scars"


Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.

His mother, in the house and looking out the window, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go.

A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.

The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go."

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You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way.

But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful. He did not, and will not, ever let you go.

Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through. Never judge another persons scars, because you don't know how they got them. Also, it is soooo important that we are not selfish to receive the blessings of these messages without forwarding them to someone else. Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and that you love them too: enough to not let them go.

princess maddie.