Maybe I'm into the whole prophetic painting thing...... (and I paid attention I promise)
Monday, April 06, 2009
I drew this in church yesterday...
Maybe I'm into the whole prophetic painting thing...... (and I paid attention I promise)
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Funny funny funny...
And it ain't racist if THEY came up with it themselves! They just want to laugh at themselves... Haha. Really quite funny
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Kahmera Peekcharssssss.......
So my friends gave me a Holga for my birthday this year. Never used one before. The darn thing felt like a toy in my hands, and I wasted quite a number of exposures which didn't turn out at all. Haha. But here are some of those that DID come out semi-decently.
Not bad I must say, for a FIRST timer who probably needs a "Holga For Dummies" book (if it exists haha).
I'm excited. Can't wait for my next set of shots. I bought the film already! Haha...
Not bad I must say, for a FIRST timer who probably needs a "Holga For Dummies" book (if it exists haha).
I'm excited. Can't wait for my next set of shots. I bought the film already! Haha...
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
I came home and saw THIS at my door...
Haha... yay! REAL wine glasses. (I had been using brandy glasses till now... Hur hur. At least I think that is what they are)Thanks guys! You touch my heart. Deep deep down down!
Monday, March 02, 2009
Life...
The past 2 weeks have been quite a whirlwind. Ups and downs, highs and lows. I remember going through the some of the days thinking "OK I'm gonna go home and blog about this... and that... and THAT too."
But I always end up NOT doing it. By the time I am home, I'm pretty much beat and/or find myself distracted with other things. So anyway, here I am now. It's probably gonna be a really short post but I will post anyway.
2 Fridays ago, we were about to begin cell at my place when we received a call that a friend's dad had just had a heart attack and was in hospital in critical condition. We stopped what we were doing, worshiped God, and then started praying for him and the entire family. I managed to make a call to another group who also came together and prayed.
On Saturday, I went to visit him in the hospital, prayed for him together with his wife (friend's mum). I was full of faith, of hope...
On Sunday morning, he passed away.
48 hours. Just 2 days. Everything changed.
The following nights were spent going down to the wake to provide support for the friend and her family. People worshiped. Stories were shared. Tears were shed. On Thursday morning last week, a few of us attended the funeral and the burial.
During the wake service on the 2nd night, my friend's brother and cousin went up to share about the life of their father (and uncle). There was barely a dry eye in the place. I was moved to say the least, but my external expression was no where near a true indication of what was going on inside. A whirlwind mix of thought and emotion which I am still trying to make sense of.
I listened to the words they shared. He was an awesome husband, father, uncle, and more. I am certain of it. One look at his wife and children confirms that. Beautiful people.
I was at a loss for words for most of those few days.
In the midst of everything though, I caught a glimpse, just a tiny glimpse, of beauty. The beauty of the bride of Christ, His church. What an amazing thought to know that on the night the news broke, at least 3 different cell groups from the church dropped what they were doing, and came together in prayer, crying out to the God of all comfort and mercy to be with the family in that time. 1 cell even stopped everything, went to the hospital to be with the family.
The church came together. In Love. In Unity. It is moments like these which remind us of how we are part of something much bigger, bigger and greater and more beautiful than just the lives we live.
Acts 2 says that the believers had all things in common and gave to one another as they saw the needs. And this was what I believe I saw. That night, the need was strength, comfort, support. Not just that which us humans could give one another, but that which can only be given by the Almighty, the God of all comfort, and the God who is our solid Rock. So we prayed. Prayed during cell. Prayed even when we went back to our respective homes.
I saw people giving of themselves in whatever way possible to be there for the family in what seemed like their darkest hour. Amidst the darkness, the church of Christ was given an opportunity to shine, shine bright with the love that never fails.
As I reflected on the whole experience, I was left with this thought:
Life, is fragile. Every moment of each day presents us with an opportunity. An opportunity NOT to build our own kingdoms, but a chance to tell someone how much we cherish them; a chance to restore a broken relationship; a chance to show someone else the same Grace that has been shown us. We have the opportunity to bless as we have been blessed; to love with a Love that is not our own.
We can make every moment here count for eternity.
My friend's father isn't here with us anymore. Those few days, however, provided a chance for many people, including me, ESPECIALLY me, to encounter the living God and His unfailing love. The Name above all names was glorified, by the passing of one man. What am I doing with my life?
And this is our Hope...
"When we arrive at eternity's shore
When death is just a memory and tears are no more
We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we'll sing,
'You're Beautiful'... "
(Beautiful by Phil Wickham)
But I always end up NOT doing it. By the time I am home, I'm pretty much beat and/or find myself distracted with other things. So anyway, here I am now. It's probably gonna be a really short post but I will post anyway.
2 Fridays ago, we were about to begin cell at my place when we received a call that a friend's dad had just had a heart attack and was in hospital in critical condition. We stopped what we were doing, worshiped God, and then started praying for him and the entire family. I managed to make a call to another group who also came together and prayed.
On Saturday, I went to visit him in the hospital, prayed for him together with his wife (friend's mum). I was full of faith, of hope...
On Sunday morning, he passed away.
48 hours. Just 2 days. Everything changed.
The following nights were spent going down to the wake to provide support for the friend and her family. People worshiped. Stories were shared. Tears were shed. On Thursday morning last week, a few of us attended the funeral and the burial.
During the wake service on the 2nd night, my friend's brother and cousin went up to share about the life of their father (and uncle). There was barely a dry eye in the place. I was moved to say the least, but my external expression was no where near a true indication of what was going on inside. A whirlwind mix of thought and emotion which I am still trying to make sense of.
I listened to the words they shared. He was an awesome husband, father, uncle, and more. I am certain of it. One look at his wife and children confirms that. Beautiful people.
I was at a loss for words for most of those few days.
In the midst of everything though, I caught a glimpse, just a tiny glimpse, of beauty. The beauty of the bride of Christ, His church. What an amazing thought to know that on the night the news broke, at least 3 different cell groups from the church dropped what they were doing, and came together in prayer, crying out to the God of all comfort and mercy to be with the family in that time. 1 cell even stopped everything, went to the hospital to be with the family.
The church came together. In Love. In Unity. It is moments like these which remind us of how we are part of something much bigger, bigger and greater and more beautiful than just the lives we live.
Acts 2 says that the believers had all things in common and gave to one another as they saw the needs. And this was what I believe I saw. That night, the need was strength, comfort, support. Not just that which us humans could give one another, but that which can only be given by the Almighty, the God of all comfort, and the God who is our solid Rock. So we prayed. Prayed during cell. Prayed even when we went back to our respective homes.
I saw people giving of themselves in whatever way possible to be there for the family in what seemed like their darkest hour. Amidst the darkness, the church of Christ was given an opportunity to shine, shine bright with the love that never fails.
As I reflected on the whole experience, I was left with this thought:
Life, is fragile. Every moment of each day presents us with an opportunity. An opportunity NOT to build our own kingdoms, but a chance to tell someone how much we cherish them; a chance to restore a broken relationship; a chance to show someone else the same Grace that has been shown us. We have the opportunity to bless as we have been blessed; to love with a Love that is not our own.
We can make every moment here count for eternity.
My friend's father isn't here with us anymore. Those few days, however, provided a chance for many people, including me, ESPECIALLY me, to encounter the living God and His unfailing love. The Name above all names was glorified, by the passing of one man. What am I doing with my life?
And this is our Hope...
"When we arrive at eternity's shore
When death is just a memory and tears are no more
We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we'll sing,
'You're Beautiful'... "
(Beautiful by Phil Wickham)
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
IpostvideoswhenIwant toblogbutdon'twannathinkaboutwhattosay
If you've ever done that "25 Things" thing on Facebook, this is for you. (thanks to Michelle Choy for discovering it and putting it up on her blog)
Hugh Jackman's performance at the Oscar's. This video totally made my day. He deserves an Oscar for this alone. Listen carefully to the lyrics he sings. He's Australian... so he rocks. Ha!
(Thanks to Walzy for discovering this. I'm so uncreative, untalented, uneverything. I never find anything on my own. I sing. I dance. I steal things <<< even that)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Short girls can't jump...
OK hello world, I'm actually alive and have not forgotten the blog. Haha... A detailed update of the past couple of months is long overdue and will follow soon.
It's a Sunday night, which is normally when my brain goes on holiday, so I am not going to attempt an update post now. I promise it will follow soon.
For now, some thoughts:
1. 2008 ended on a really nice note. Thanks to all involved in my birthday surprise.
2. The 1st 2 weeks of 2009 have been pretty awesome so far. =)
3. 2009 is probably going to be one of the toughest years I will have to go through since graduating. But I'm also certain it will be one of the most exciting.
Anyway, I'm off for now. Full update post to come sometime this week I promise. I shall leave you with 2 photos of Maggie and me attempting to fly at the non-flying Singapore Flyer. Haha!
Maggie is hilarious...... hahahahahahha
It's a Sunday night, which is normally when my brain goes on holiday, so I am not going to attempt an update post now. I promise it will follow soon.
For now, some thoughts:
1. 2008 ended on a really nice note. Thanks to all involved in my birthday surprise.
2. The 1st 2 weeks of 2009 have been pretty awesome so far. =)
3. 2009 is probably going to be one of the toughest years I will have to go through since graduating. But I'm also certain it will be one of the most exciting.
Anyway, I'm off for now. Full update post to come sometime this week I promise. I shall leave you with 2 photos of Maggie and me attempting to fly at the non-flying Singapore Flyer. Haha!
Maggie is hilarious...... hahahahahahha
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Dear Michael...
This warmed my heart...
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Dear Michael,
Let me welcome you to this crazy place called earth. I know you’ve been bouncing around inside my sister for 9 months and i’m sure that’s a wild experience, but trust me, it gets crazier. Right now we’re still counting how many hours you’ve been with us, but soon you’ll be 5 years old. Then you’ll be 12. And before we can blink we’ll turn around and you’ll be going to college. So, as your wise uncle, let me say a few things before all that happens. I hope one day when you’re old enough to understand what’s happening around you that you’ll think it’s cool that i was in China when you entered the world. Maybe you’ll even come visit. I’m going to personally make it my goal that your first word is a Mandarin word, not English. Oh wait, i was supposed to be giving you words of wisdom. Ok, here we go.
First, the world is not too big for you to make a difference. Live for the grandness of God. Make your life about something bigger than yourself. Love deeply. Give fully. Sacrifice greatly. Walk confidently. Make mistakes. Fail. Stand up. Live abundantly. Know grace.
Second, you have wise grandparents. Talk to them, beg them to pass on this wisdom to you. Your parents are cool too. Your mom is a little goofy, but she’ll take care of you. I have no doubt that your dad will show you how to experience great adventures and will show you a good time and teach you really cool stuff. But, in the midst of all that, don’t forget that your uncle Biscuet is the awesome one. I’ll buy you stuff for Christmas that your parents tell you you’re not allowed to have.
And, Michael, my final word to you is this: You are meant for amazing things. Experience life to the fullest. Find ultimate satisfaction in who you were created to be. The world is your playground so have fun.
Ok, i know this is a lot to take in during your first 24 hours on earth, but don’t worry, we’ll help you along the way. For today, just concentrate on what matters to you right now - poop, puke, eat and sleep. We’ll get the ball rolling on our end to show you the cool stuff later.
Your favorite uncle,
Biscuet
(My sister had her first baby today, December 3, 2008. Michael Alan Burr is his name. He weighed in at 8 pounds 6 ounces.)
(Taken from Biscuet.com)
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Oh glenn you're such a sucker for this sorta stuff......
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Dear Michael,
Let me welcome you to this crazy place called earth. I know you’ve been bouncing around inside my sister for 9 months and i’m sure that’s a wild experience, but trust me, it gets crazier. Right now we’re still counting how many hours you’ve been with us, but soon you’ll be 5 years old. Then you’ll be 12. And before we can blink we’ll turn around and you’ll be going to college. So, as your wise uncle, let me say a few things before all that happens. I hope one day when you’re old enough to understand what’s happening around you that you’ll think it’s cool that i was in China when you entered the world. Maybe you’ll even come visit. I’m going to personally make it my goal that your first word is a Mandarin word, not English. Oh wait, i was supposed to be giving you words of wisdom. Ok, here we go.
First, the world is not too big for you to make a difference. Live for the grandness of God. Make your life about something bigger than yourself. Love deeply. Give fully. Sacrifice greatly. Walk confidently. Make mistakes. Fail. Stand up. Live abundantly. Know grace.
Second, you have wise grandparents. Talk to them, beg them to pass on this wisdom to you. Your parents are cool too. Your mom is a little goofy, but she’ll take care of you. I have no doubt that your dad will show you how to experience great adventures and will show you a good time and teach you really cool stuff. But, in the midst of all that, don’t forget that your uncle Biscuet is the awesome one. I’ll buy you stuff for Christmas that your parents tell you you’re not allowed to have.
And, Michael, my final word to you is this: You are meant for amazing things. Experience life to the fullest. Find ultimate satisfaction in who you were created to be. The world is your playground so have fun.
Ok, i know this is a lot to take in during your first 24 hours on earth, but don’t worry, we’ll help you along the way. For today, just concentrate on what matters to you right now - poop, puke, eat and sleep. We’ll get the ball rolling on our end to show you the cool stuff later.
Your favorite uncle,
Biscuet
(My sister had her first baby today, December 3, 2008. Michael Alan Burr is his name. He weighed in at 8 pounds 6 ounces.)
(Taken from Biscuet.com)
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Oh glenn you're such a sucker for this sorta stuff......
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Broken & Poured...
Finished Rob Bell's "Jesus Wants To Save Christians". Yet again, Rob Bell's writings deliver the message with words so simple, yet so powerful that they leave a deep lasting impression on your heart that doesn't fade after you're done with the book.
While, I won't reveal too much, here's some of my favourite quotes. He makes reference to the Eucharist (Holy Communion)...
"God has made peace with the world through the Eucharist, the good gift, of Jesus. And so Christians take part in a ritual, a meal, a reminder of the Passover, called the Eucharist - also called communion or the Lord's Supper or Mass - as a way of remembering and returning to who God is and what God has done in Christ.
But the Eucharist, as it is with any other ritual, is about something far more significant than the ritual itself.
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***further on, Rob talks about Paul's letter in 2 Corinthians***
God gives the world life through the breaking of Christ's body and the pouring out of Christ's blood. And God continues to give the word life through the body of Christ - who Paul tells his friends at Corinth is them.
They are his body. The body of Christ.
The church is a living Eucharist, because followers of Christ are living Eucharists.
A Christian is a living Eucharist, allowing her body to be broken and her blood to be poured out for the healing of the world.
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It is written to the Ephesians that God's "intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms."
We have been given everything we need for the fulfilment of the story. And the act of loving the poor is an act of fulfilling, remembering; it's living our hope; it's the fullness of him who fills all things in all ways.
It's not a building, because no building can ever be big enough for that kind of grace.
The Eucharist is not fair.
Giving to those who can't give in return, that's not fair.
Serving those who have no way to serve in return, that's not fair.
Breaking yourself open and pouring yourself out for people who may never say thank you, that's not fair.
Because God is not fair. This is a God who is defined by action on behalf of the opressed. God is about giving the good gift. Jesus is God's good gift for the healing of the word. The church is Jesus' body, a good gift for the healing of the world.
It's for the benefit of others.
For the good of those who look different from us.
A church is an organisation that exists for the benefit of nonmembers (emphasis mine)."
WOW.... I love that last line. Have we as a church gotten it wrong then?
While, I won't reveal too much, here's some of my favourite quotes. He makes reference to the Eucharist (Holy Communion)...
"God has made peace with the world through the Eucharist, the good gift, of Jesus. And so Christians take part in a ritual, a meal, a reminder of the Passover, called the Eucharist - also called communion or the Lord's Supper or Mass - as a way of remembering and returning to who God is and what God has done in Christ.
But the Eucharist, as it is with any other ritual, is about something far more significant than the ritual itself.
.
.
.
.
.
.
***further on, Rob talks about Paul's letter in 2 Corinthians***
God gives the world life through the breaking of Christ's body and the pouring out of Christ's blood. And God continues to give the word life through the body of Christ - who Paul tells his friends at Corinth is them.
They are his body. The body of Christ.
The church is a living Eucharist, because followers of Christ are living Eucharists.
A Christian is a living Eucharist, allowing her body to be broken and her blood to be poured out for the healing of the world.
.
.
.
.
.
.
It is written to the Ephesians that God's "intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms."
We have been given everything we need for the fulfilment of the story. And the act of loving the poor is an act of fulfilling, remembering; it's living our hope; it's the fullness of him who fills all things in all ways.
It's not a building, because no building can ever be big enough for that kind of grace.
The Eucharist is not fair.
Giving to those who can't give in return, that's not fair.
Serving those who have no way to serve in return, that's not fair.
Breaking yourself open and pouring yourself out for people who may never say thank you, that's not fair.
Because God is not fair. This is a God who is defined by action on behalf of the opressed. God is about giving the good gift. Jesus is God's good gift for the healing of the word. The church is Jesus' body, a good gift for the healing of the world.
It's for the benefit of others.
For the good of those who look different from us.
A church is an organisation that exists for the benefit of nonmembers (emphasis mine)."
WOW.... I love that last line. Have we as a church gotten it wrong then?
Monday, November 10, 2008
Naughty Naughty Puppets
So the 4 of us (Nettes + Walzy + me) went to watch Avenue Q. Those are some naughty puppets I must say. I can never watch Sesame Street the same way again.
Ok so here's the downer. To those who might be offended or will be think me a prude or something of the sort, errr I'm not quite sorry? Haha... ok anyway somewhere between songs that question whose life sucks more and about what the actual purpose of the internet is, a thought popped into my head, and refused to leave me for the rest of the night.
Ok so here's what bothered me: I was thinking about all sources of humour/comedy available to us in the media these days. How many of these rely on racism or sex to get people laughing? Must it be this way? Must we always laugh at the expense of demeaning another race? Or at the cost of reducing something that was meant as a beautiful gift to just a mere recreational act to be laughed at?
I admit, I did think the show was well put together, and that it was definitely creative in many ways. I laughed at many points. But there seemed to be this voice in my head questioning myself WHY I was laughing, at each of the things I was laughing at.
Has the human race degraded to such a point that only such things are able to make people laugh? What is clean humour in today's age? Would clean humour work? I don't have the answers, but I am thinking. Are these things that we as a generation should be working out?
When will people be able to laugh in joy, without whacking another person's race, ethnicity, skin color and their related stereotypes? When will they even come closer to seeing sex as it was originally intended? Do I even see it that way? Truly?...
Ok enough, I could go on...
(the Walzy take one)
(the Walzy take one)
(we were trying to look serious)
(we weren't really trying to do anything)
(the dustbin take one... Walzy's got a lightsaber through his head)
Ok so here's the downer. To those who might be offended or will be think me a prude or something of the sort, errr I'm not quite sorry? Haha... ok anyway somewhere between songs that question whose life sucks more and about what the actual purpose of the internet is, a thought popped into my head, and refused to leave me for the rest of the night.
Ok so here's what bothered me: I was thinking about all sources of humour/comedy available to us in the media these days. How many of these rely on racism or sex to get people laughing? Must it be this way? Must we always laugh at the expense of demeaning another race? Or at the cost of reducing something that was meant as a beautiful gift to just a mere recreational act to be laughed at?
I admit, I did think the show was well put together, and that it was definitely creative in many ways. I laughed at many points. But there seemed to be this voice in my head questioning myself WHY I was laughing, at each of the things I was laughing at.
Has the human race degraded to such a point that only such things are able to make people laugh? What is clean humour in today's age? Would clean humour work? I don't have the answers, but I am thinking. Are these things that we as a generation should be working out?
When will people be able to laugh in joy, without whacking another person's race, ethnicity, skin color and their related stereotypes? When will they even come closer to seeing sex as it was originally intended? Do I even see it that way? Truly?...
Ok enough, I could go on...
(the Walzy take one)
(the Walzy take one) (we were trying to look serious)
(we weren't really trying to do anything)
(the dustbin take one... Walzy's got a lightsaber through his head)Kids...
I love kids...
Glenn
Haha... sorry just had to say it. I love kids... And I hope I get the chance to have my own one day. And if I do, and if I had a little girl, she'd be my princess forever (together with her mother of course... haha).
And I'll take photographs of her. Running... dancing... playing... like this
Haha... aiyah this whole post was triggered by this photo (by Daley Hake of course).
***Announcement***
Glenn will be on reservist training for the next 3 weeks.
As one is forbidden from bringing a mobile phone with camera into any of the military camps/bases of the Super Armed Forces, if you wish to contact him between the hours of:
7:30AM - 6:00PM daily...
... Please dial/SMS 9457 5284.
He will be contactable via his regular phone number at all other hours.... (incl weekends).
However, he will be on exercise next week. Things might change. Stay tuned...
Sleep in peace friends (and the rest of Singapore), Glenn's got your back.
=END=
As one is forbidden from bringing a mobile phone with camera into any of the military camps/bases of the Super Armed Forces, if you wish to contact him between the hours of:
7:30AM - 6:00PM daily...
... Please dial/SMS 9457 5284.
He will be contactable via his regular phone number at all other hours.... (incl weekends).
However, he will be on exercise next week. Things might change. Stay tuned...
Sleep in peace friends (and the rest of Singapore), Glenn's got your back.
=END=
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Zilch...
Silence
Is sometimes all I am capable of
During those times when the waves come crashing
When things fail...
And people disappoint
And I disappoint...
I'm sitting here
... trying to be still
trying to hear
But still the race goes on...
And so does the battle for the soul...
It may be a moment (and many more) lost... but this is me and this is who I am. Trying to find the balance between knowing, being and doing, I just want to be real. And this is how it is...
Save me from myself...
Is sometimes all I am capable of
During those times when the waves come crashing
When things fail...
And people disappoint
And I disappoint...
I'm sitting here
... trying to be still
trying to hear
But still the race goes on...
And so does the battle for the soul...
It may be a moment (and many more) lost... but this is me and this is who I am. Trying to find the balance between knowing, being and doing, I just want to be real. And this is how it is...
Save me from myself...
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
more faithful than the seasons...
Pretty spot on...
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The heart progresses through the seasons.
Like a tree, it is cut down, only to grow back stronger.
It is in that first spring that we are closer to Heaven then we will ever be.
It eventually experiences the nostalgic chill of fall that streams into the death of winter.
Our hope lies in the return of spring, which beckons us to move forward towards the freedom of summer.
Embrace the fall - for winter is inevitable.
This is only a fraction of the greater human struggle.
Embrace the struggle…every meaningful story must have conflict.
This is a season that is necessary for your story.
Hold on…
Behind you are the prayers of the Saints
.…spring will dawn.
For God holds your soul, and God is more faithful than even the seasons.
I find myself in a season where I trust very few….the least of these, Christians.
However, I write this not out of bitterness…but out of desperate hope.
I will continue to press on grasping to a single truth……
God transcends seasons.
(Daley Hake)
Help... I'm turning into a hopeless romantic! =S
Seriously, what is happening to me?! I saw THIS after 3 hours of non-stop work and got REALLY blown away by the sheer amazingness of it. Like how beautiful is this man? (Promise herself is sooooo hot)
I choke, get teary eyed and smile like an idiot to myself for about an hour after reading this.
(Mag has always feared the worst for me and my sexuality had I not come to know Christ, maybe she has reason for that fear)
And then after reading after that, you can go read the boyfriend's (now fiance) account of the same event. HERE
If it doesn't move you, you're not my friend.
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If I'm even half as crazy about you as I know I'm gonna be
I'm hanging on for the rest of the story
I choke, get teary eyed and smile like an idiot to myself for about an hour after reading this.
(Mag has always feared the worst for me and my sexuality had I not come to know Christ, maybe she has reason for that fear)
And then after reading after that, you can go read the boyfriend's (now fiance) account of the same event. HERE
If it doesn't move you, you're not my friend.
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If I'm even half as crazy about you as I know I'm gonna be
I'm hanging on for the rest of the story
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