one through road

one true road.

rollerblades

last night, i dreamt that somebody gave me my very own pair of sleek, black rollerblades. (:

but i can't remember who it was!

on a happier note(:

the staff at b.hill are really one nice bunch. if i ever become a cher, i'm going back there.

forgiving is for giving.

i ever asked myself this question. what does forgiveness truly mean? or are there simply many different levels of forgiveness? sometimes, we just stop being angry at the people who hurt us and we don't hate them anymore. is that it? or does it mean that we trust them not to ever hurt us ever again, and we allow them into our lives one more time that we may risk being vulnerable. if the latter is the case, then I have not forgiven.

The idealist never wants her dream wrecked and her ideal shattered into imperfection. So she tries her hardest to restore it. But just like in every other thing in our lives, there has to be a balance of both doses, idealism and realism. It is time to start listening to my brain.

strike two. isn't something plainly amiss?






strike three, and you're definitely out.

my grey macbk

i just gave my laptop a bath. spanking clean! but it doesn't feel brand new.. :(

sigh.. anws...

finding the peace in your heart... is that the best guide to live by?





i've got peace like a river
i've got peace like a river
i've got peace like a river
in my soul....
i've got peace like a river
i've got peace like a river
i've got peace like a river
in my soul.

A story about the Victorian poet/hymn writer William Cowper illustrates how dramatically God’s grace can interact with our despair. Anyone knowing his history would understand why Cowper was given to long periods of depression. On one occasion, convinced he had committed the unpardonable sin, he left his home on a foggy London night and walked toward the Thames River, determined to commit suicide by drowning. As he walked, the fog grew thicker and he lost his way. After several hours of blind wandering, he found himself back at his doorstep. Astonished at God’s intervention, he wrote a poem that later became a beloved hymn:

God moves in a mysterious way His

wonders to perform;

He plants His footsteps in the sea, and

rides upon the storm.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

but trust Him for His grace;

behind a frowning providence He

hides a smiling face.

Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan

His work in vain;

God is His own Interpreter, and He will

make it plain.

-rbc

nanny-fied

my family's nanny-fied.
we're nuts over this sitcom 'The Nanny', think most people know it, it was a big hit last time.
haha we just can't get enough of it! really laugh until i wanna faint. and i can't stop watching it. help.

anw it's on hallmark channel can go check it out :)
or youtube provides nearly all the episodes also!

i'm really happy that my parents finally have enough staff for their business. they're home a lot more nowadays! i'm not a latchkey kid anymore.