Eva MeMei | Zhen-Zhen | 17 | Resurrected | Malaysian | Swiftie | Chinese+Dusun=Asian | Christian
Saved by HIS mercy and grace
it has been 1 month and 2 weeks late.. hahahaha…damn u period, im a virgin , why are u late for that long???
I will fall for a boy who will buy me food.
I used to agree this sentence a lot back then, more accurately, last year(I’m writing this on 20th May 2013), and the year before, and before. But just now, when I was taking my bath, I thought of the guy that bought me food(ice cream, lunch, sandwich and chocolate to be exact) and so I beg to differ about this sentence.
Love is not when you fall(it’s like just a bump on the head) with someone that BUY/BOUGHT you food, but it’s sharing. Well yeah, when you were just started to flirt or something, guys that buy you food are kinda cute. But when you are in a relationship, sharing is cuter.
Of course this picture is just a joke, but you have no idea how many teens, youths, or adults(single ones especially) that agrees with this picture. Compare puppy love to serious love, puppy love expect the other to buy food, guys to buy food. But serious love, they don’t mind AT ALL about sharing. Sharing is very important in a serious, mature, grown up relationships. Lists of stuff to share? Happiness, moments, food, EXPENSES, thoughts, PROBLEMS, WORRIES, plans… Almost EVERYTHING, not just saliva. =.=”
You thought SHARING IS CARING? Well, it’s more than that, SHARING IS LOVING. Sharing is thinking ahead, sharing is intimacy, sharing means both of you are having a special relationship. In a special relationship. ^,-
14.12.2012. A date to remember. A new relationship begin. Tough decision. But thanks to my bestie’s advices, I took the chance and the challenge.
I was a bit scared with this decision, no, it scares the hell out of me. To start another relationship after the previous one crumble to dust, is not like a piece of cake. But there’s always hope to a perfect relationship, only with the guidance from God of course.
When I decided to take a chance on this relationship, I didn’t ask for guidance from God, and I think that’s why I’m feeling uneasy. But on Sunday(16th Dec), I felt a strong need to pray, because I know the moment I woke up, I have sinned. I pray to God with hope that I will be forgiven(and I know I will be), and that He gives me the strength to do the right decision, and to help me get through my hardships. I found this phrase from a book “God’s hand on my shoulder” that I borrow from my sister and it is the perfect sentences to be added to my prayer.
I want to do the right thing and make the right decisions. But I cant do it without involving You, GOD. Keep me humble so I may always feel Your leading and Your power in the decisions I make.
I’m not sure how long I’d prayed, but as soon as I’d finished my prayer and prayed ‘Doa Bapa kami’, Yeobo’s message came and said they had finished worship. What a coincidence, I thought, just in time.
Thank You, God, for never leaving me. Although I have sinned so many times and hurt You deeply, but You never forsake me. Many times we forgot Your presence and importance in our life, yet You tell us to bring our concerns to You for Your yoke is easy and Your burden is light. Help me to always remember that You are the solution to everything. Amin.
Amin = aku percaya kuasa Tuhan akan terjadi.
A loving, warm mother, a kind hearted, sofe-spoken woman. Now went back to the hands of her creator. She’s my sister’s mother in law. But she is like a second mother to me, I love how she is always loving and also lovable. I remember when I came to their house during Christmas, a few days after I received my PMR results, she came to me, with her warm loving hands, hold me and hug me. I was touched. I had to admit, even my biological mom didn’t do that. I was planning to spend a few days here in their house after i finished SPM. But I guess I won’t since she’s gone. Rest in peace Dear Aunty KimAnn…thank you for your warm welcome, warm words, loving actions… <3
In the meantime……
I was hoping to go to her funeral, but i can’t, simply because my sister don’t want me to go. I don’t know why she won’t let me go. Maybe she thinks that I shouldn’t go because I’m not really a family, or I’m just a disturbance to be there. I was devastated. I can’t understand why she is always so cold towards me. Ever since i was young, she never threat me like how she did with her sisters in law. I was jealous, and sad. After knowing that i’m not going to the funeral, although i’m already dressed up for it, she simply said that I dont have to go. Without saying a word, I walked away. I went to a room, locked it, and cry. Maybe she thinks that I am not as good as ther in laws. Or that I am an annoying littlest sister. She can’t see past my imperfections, and I’m hurt by that. Inside the room, I looked at them from upstairs, in the room. I peek at them from the window, not letting them see how hard I was crying. “I too want to see her for the last time,” I thought. I burst. Can’t understand why she had to do this. She threat us like we’re not good enough a family. I’m just so hurt by her words and actions.