Chapter 1: My apple, my buddy and me.

Chapter 1: My apple, my buddy and me.

Zoinkie Fish

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Once again	[Nov. 23rd, 2005\|05:13 pm]
I'm trading my sorrows, I'm trading my shame, I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord, I'm trading my sickness, I'm trading my pain, I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord, We say yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord, Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord, Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord, Amen.
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Upside Down World	[Nov. 19th, 2005\|02:52 pm]
Packing up for the year sure makes one reflect on the events that have passed. But an account of my year will be left for another day. While physical things need to be rearranged and stored in my room, the same goes for the files on my computer. It was then when I realised that while I love making videos for other people, I love receiving them just as much. Rediscovering videos specially made for me remind me of the blessings poured out on my life. Like it says in the lyrics of 'My Funny Friend and Me'..."But you were kind to me and you reminded me": Without a doubt you're off, (dual meaning there...sneaky you :P) Maybe not to discover the world, But to live your precious life God's way, Face forward, Stride on ahead, Twirling winds and gorgeous sights, Valleys steep and vistas wide, Every blink of an eye, Every breath drawn, A worship a sacrifice, For the Lord's delight, An honour for always, Your intensely incredible life. -KJN- I was getting tired of running the race but you just reminded me of why I started running in the first place. Yes. Two is better than one. Thanks...
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Part of Your world	[Nov. 17th, 2005\|04:16 pm]
What would I give If I could live Out of these waters? What would I pay To spend a day Warm on the sand? Betcha on land They understand Bet they don't reprimand their daughters Bright young women Sick of swimmin' Ready to stand.
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Jie

[Nov. 14th, 2005|11:03 pm]

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As much as I don't like it that big sisters are almost always right, I'm missing mine today.

Jie: Why do you have to sleep on MY bed?
Me: Because it's softer.
Jie: How is that possible? It's exactly the SAME and we bought it at the SAME time!
Me: Because you're bigger.
Jie: You're not making any sense!
Me: Yeah.
Jie: ........*shifts to the side to make room for me*

Ohhh...I get it now. It's in the job description to love me unconditionally (thank God!). And in return, yes yes you're smarter and all that other stuff.

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With all I am	[Nov. 13th, 2005\|05:26 pm]
Banana juice with my best friend (who willingly takes the first sip, so if anything she passes out first) is comforting. I like it that we can say with confidence that the future IS certain with Him. Love you. Into Your hands I commit again With all I am for You Lord You hold my world in the palm of Your hands And I am Yours forever.
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Imp to me	[Nov. 12th, 2005\|02:26 pm]
Having recently changed to a pro softhome account, I realised I've been receiving significantly fewer emails. Those who knew me as a child would also know what a downer that would be for me. The 'happy to receive mail' syndrome probably stems from early childhood days when I would run without slippers on toasty hot floor tiles at the sound of the postman's motorcycle because any letter bearing my name would be either from the D'light magazine (hopefully telling me my jokes have been accepted...yea yea dorky), the Sustagenius Club (telling me how drinking more of their chocolate powdered milk would make my bones strong and body healthy...and that I'd be a genius if I drank their new vanilla flavoured one too!...Bwah got conned again), my Australian penpal (used to be my only window to the bigger world) or my kindergarten good friend (who would ask me how to spell every word on the letter and then mail it to me...still loved the "surprise" nevertheless). In short I wasn't getting any 'good stuff'. Only a daily dosage of work related mails...hrm no wonder I was depressed! A few calls to Softhome and I was redirected to a page with a long list of email addresses, each marked in one of 5 colours denoting priority in terms of receiving emails. horror of horrors Nooooooo! Why are all my friends in the spam list??? ...Glad to say that was resolvable. It's a bit disturbing having to classify friends in different colour categories so EVERYONE is now priority beams The list also states the number of emails that have been sent back. Oooh. My apologies.
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Fatty	[Nov. 10th, 2005\|03:18 pm]
Call off the search party. Photobucket has solved the little red "X" problems found in my previously posted pictures. Which means I can now post photos like these grin : Sorry she was the first thing on my mind so...yeah looks around Humm.
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Love, Squeaks.

[Nov. 7th, 2005|12:07 am]

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There are people in life whom you'll meet, smile at and perhaps never make much conversation after. And then there are people who make lasting impressions in your life when they choose to support and love you because it's just in their nature to do so. Now, that's Ba.

I wish I knew earlier that...
- There would be someone who would take my side in PBLs and get into trouble with me and after all that, still talk to me.
- There would be someone who would greet me in the carpark on gloomy mornings when all I feel like is out of place.
- There would be someone to laugh with to the carpark after a day's worth of uni.
- There would be someone to share a room with during clinical rotations, to break my fall after I've fallen off my bed.
- There would be someone who would trust me enough to share bits of her heart and in turn make me feel alright to share bits of mine.
- There would be someone to be quiet with when the partner medical school results were released.
- There would be someone to sit with in the library, to encourage me to finish strong in the finals despite all odds being against us.
- There would be someone to help re-tie my fallen sarong during the Yu-lympics, laughing all the way, making me feel less silly than I am.
- There would be someone to hug after opening our amazingly blessed Semester 5 results.
- There would be someone to keep me company online at the wee hours of the morning, with 'rolling over' emoticons and all.
- There would be someone to help me pack 24 hours before my flight, when I was in a daze.
- There would be someone whose going away card would make me cry.
- There would be someone I could call when my new Melbourne room was too dark and creepy for my liking.
- There would be someone to leave morning messages on my handphone because the time difference made it harder to stay up at night.
...I wish I knew all that earlier so I wouldn't have dreaded the first step into IMU years ago.

Happy Birthday Baaaaa!

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Grace	[Nov. 7th, 2005\|12:03 am]
The beauty of this trade is that it's unequal in my eyes, yet perfect in His. I'm trading my sorrows, I'm trading my shame, I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord, I'm trading my sickness, I'm trading my pain, I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord, We say yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord, Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord, Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord, AMEN
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Needs

[Nov. 3rd, 2005|05:51 pm]

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Research deadlines. Presentation jitterbugs. All in a day's work they say. It ends with a rescheduled meeting and a stolen mouse. Now now, patience.

It's easy to get caught up with flooding thoughts as you wait for a tram while the cool breeze blows away. But I snap back to reality when the corner of my eye catches a bearded man with a dirty red sweater. A half curled smile as he reaches for the dustbin next to me. The Big M is empty but he smacks his lips away as if he's really had an icy chocolate drink. Digging deeper for remnants of food but disappointingly fishing out paper, cardboard and plastic. My heart tugs as I clench my recently purchased coffee scroll, almost embarassed that I was carrying something edible. He licks at a chocolate wrapper. People around us walk by as if dining this way was a norm. My mind races as I try to reason why we're so alike yet I'm not rumaging through discarded goods. He's done searching and begins to turn away. Sweaty palmed by now, "don't talk to strangers" ringing at my ears and as I run through the list of why mom says I shouldn't...I surprise myself when the words just flow. "Hey Mister."

He's as shocked as I am. And as we share the scroll together, I begin to realise the water around me isn't half as deep as I thought. Thanks.

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