Joygerms: August 2006

Joy

Hi, my name is joy. I am joy and i'm joy years old. People call me joy because i'm a bundle of joy. I am very joy because i'm so joy. So, this is me, joy. Thank you for your kind attention.

So me

What's wrong with having hair on the brownish-blond side? Jealous? What's wrong with me getting things done faster than any other normal peeps? I think i'm perfectly normal, just a little bit on the speedy side. I don't think i'm weird just because i can eat subway for the rest of my life. The smell is just so me. Why can't i carry my camera around and take pictures of others? At least to me, they're artistic. I love pink. Forever! What's wrong with that? I have a face with freckles. Sometimes, pimples come and go. So? It's just this way. There's nothing wrong with wearing shorts. It's selling everywhere and i buy them whenever there's a sale. I have puppy eyes and a button nose. Does that affect you in anyway? I abhor newspaper. Because, it's as smelly as you. I'm gifted because i can play the keys without getting my grades. I know you can't do that. I've got an aunty who dotes on me so much which i know you don't have. And a mum who buys me anything on earth. I know i'm certainly very fortunate. I know for sure that i have a pretty blog. Just a piece of advise, take your time. Last but not least, i'm in love with my pretty toe nails. That's just me and i like it just this way. I need to sleep now. You can't stop me. Bleah! =p

This is my week

It's saturday, going to sunday. Monday will come really fast, sooner than you can expect. I'll try to make it better on tuesday, that's when i give up on wednesday. Thursdays and fridays gives me the shudders while i pray for saturday to come again. This is my week. How's yours?

Last christmas

Sing along only if you can

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Youth band

Bitter sweet girl

I believe that somethings will end up better left unsaid. Better still, unwritten. I totally agree. It would be much better if you don't even ask why. Because, all i need is time when my blood is boiling. Everything's fine at the moment. I'm enjoying my favourite ribena in soda water. Please for heavens sake, don't ask me why. I'll make sure i punch you in my dreams. Hard! I'm not violent, just a little manly. Afterall, i'm just a bitter sweet girl.

Thirst God's Truth

Carpenter's tools

That'll do

I think i'll refrain from a tete-a-tete with you because i'm so sick. You don't have to know who you are. As long as i know, that'll do. Now, over to wretch. If you know what i mean, it doesn't make any diff. As long as i know, that'll do. I'll just make peace by posting up pictures taken with my superb photo taking skill.

Bye bye

This is my prayer

Dear heavenly father, as CTI leave singapore and return home, i pray for journey mercy and that they will continue to shine the light of jesus. And as much as i hope for peifang who is lost to accept You as her Lord and Saviour and that you are the only way to real joy, i pray for chari as well that You'llovercome their own fears and take the step of faith to believe in You because the ulimate barrier is themselve. Not their friends nor parents but themselves. I thank You for this great week ahead and that You'll keep me safe and sound in Your hands, away from any mishaps and falls ever again. And apart from that, i pray that Lord You'll heal my leg to a scarless leg so that it can be a testimony to show others that You are real and forever faithfull. Amen. =)

Scar

Arghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Scarrrrrr!!!!!!!! Againnnnnn!!!!!!!! After giving white vanilla pocky to CTI in their apartment, i walked back to church confidently with my new brown with a pinch of pink wages from pretty fit. There i was joking with wini and zoey when i stepped on a rotten fruit that landed on the floor from the tree. That's it! There goes my leg. So, we went up again to wash away my wounds. And as the tap water was running down my leg, i could see my air-stewardess dream running away as well. Don't get close to me, i'm an ugly duckling.

Not again but yes again

Scaredy cat

Call me a scaredy cat if you want because i don't care. I'm just so afraid to go to school nowadays. Excessivly fearful infact. It's just like my screams got lost in the paper cup. No one is listening. Maybe only my God cares.