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This picture says everything :)
Happy 9th L&C day <3

YOU GUYS ARE THE BOMB.

I chose the photo above cause there are 3 socks.

One for Marion, Charis and me!

You guys have been the major part of my life.

Even though ONE of us is far away,

It doesn't change the friendship we have.

Many years ago,

We had this really childish quarrel.

I don't even remember what it was now.

But I know that it has brought us closer.

Anyway thanks for everything.

Marion:

18 years and counting.

Has been amazing.

But please come home quick.

We need to talk,

Eat cheesecake,

Eat sakae,

Talk somemore,

Take tons of photos

And do so many things more :)

Just come back.

Charis:

Only about a day more.

One important part of your life.

Remember we're always there.

Do your best.

You always top everything you do :)

It's gonna be fine.

Worry less, pray more.

God's always there for you too.

We will partaee soon!

Look forward to it.

All the best smartass <3

Halloween in Singapore is ridonkculous. I'm serious! Asians have no idea what halloween is all about. All they do is make costumes shorter, tighter and wear lesser. It's like skank party. SAD. Then people spend halloween meeting up with mates, drinking and getting themselves dead drunk. Only to have their not-so-drunk friends drag them home by their underwear. How classy. What is the point of going clubbing when people just get dead drunk? Clubbing is fine, but people need to know how to club smart. Anyway halloween just gives people the privillage of sauntering through places wearing their towels, underwear and better off .. men in skin-tight tutus. Priceless. Do you know how scary it is to be walking around and suddenly you see a man wearing a tutu?! It freaked the hell out of me. Like hello, God made you a man. Please don't disappoint Him. There are kids around! What would they grow up thinking? Poor kids, scary childhood.

In conclusion, halloween in Singapore is kinda wasted. It seems like all people do is go drinking and then scream in random people's faces. And no I do not enjoy having people scream in my face and their saliva flying all over me. Save the spittle for someone else who would enjoy it more. Don't waste it on me. And yes to those strangers who asked if I was old enough, I AM 18 PEOPLE. Don't rain on my parade. I'm young but I have a mind of my own. I don't mind dressing up, meeting with friends, sit down and have a good drink. But please don't bring me to clarke quay clubbing anymore. It scared the crap out of me. Not worth the emotional trauma.

I am thankful for everything I have experienced
In this life of mine
For in all I have found
That in His Word-the answers I find

I am thankful for all the tears I have cried
For they have taught me to appreciate laughter
They have given me the ability to see the
The joy that comes after

Through my tears I have come to know
His Holy Spirit in my life
How He is always there
And comforts through the strife

I am thankful for the storms I have encountered
Knowing that the rainbow is at the end
Realization that they are only temporal
That with time all will mend

I have learned that I don’t need to be strong
For Yahshua supplies the strength for me
He shoulders my burdens
Regardless of what the circumstance may be

I am thankful for all the relationships
For the good and yes, for the bad
For they have given life to my emotions
An appreciation of what I have had

My most valuable relationship
Is that with Yahweh, my Father
I know that I can trust Him
As I can trust no other

I am thankful for the pain I have known
It has given a compassion for the suffering
An ability to reach out to others
An appreciation of little things

I understand the greatness of Yahshuas love
And the pain He has suffered for me
How He endured all things
So that I could be set free

I am thankful for the hunger and thirst
That I have had to go through
I appreciate having food before me
And sharing it with others too

He has given himself as my food and drink
To make sure that I was fed
His Blood shed for my drink
And His Body broken for my bread

Most of all, I am thankful for His Grace
For the provisions that it brings
How it has provided for
Me in all things

Kathleen Shelton Poulson

Dear army boy(s),

I understand that it is extremely interesting
& fabby to be in the army.
All the obstacle courses,
field camps,
funny encounters in the nurse's office,
and many others.
But sometimes,
I just hope you guy would
just shaddup about it.
Talking about it once in a while is
FINE.
But,
talking about it constantly,
repeating it over and over again
every time you meet your other friends
is just simply annoying.
Even though no one says anything,
deep down inside,
we just wanna give you a huge-ass punch,
and tell you to change the topic.
It was funny to hear all the stories
you guys had to share.
But I just hope
that maybe,
you would think of the people around you.
Your friends,
girlfriends,
and maybe parents
who have been tolerating you all these while.
There are so many other topics to talk about
that everyone can participate in.
So please,
please,
please.
Think about the people around you.
Army stories are great,
but not too much.
It just makes us feel
unwelcomed,
unwanted
and sometimes plain lousy.
So do us that favor ya?

Lovelove,
Clare (:

It's the 5th L&C day
I still do love you

i hope so too