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Saturday, May 24, 2008


Facing the Giants

I felt I am in need of a BOYFRIEND/Husband to be. Someone whom I can always rely on even when the whole world is out to be against me, I know he will stand by me. There are many good young men around me, but there is just not one that can catch my heart for being who he is. Sometimes, or many a time, I wish I would have known someone so much better before I decide to "pour" my emotions into him. Anyway, thank God for my covenant with him that the time of single hood will certianly be the best time to wait for Him to send me him.

I can't deny I love mixing and loitering around with friends, because I gave the best I can to many. I listen the way a friend needed. In simple, I am what a friend wants me to be when I am with a friend. Sometimes, people (young men) took things for granted and mixing my actions with his own WRONG thoughts. I want to stress this out to all my (BOY) friends, I'm treating you nice because I have a belief that friends are the gifts from God, thus I ought to treasure them like gold. It is not because I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU. (if that's the case, I think I would have many BOYFRIENDS by now, but I am very proud to say, beside giving my first love to God, I still own my FIRST LOVE)

People are the one that really hurts not PAPER. How true this statement is. When I was taken for granted, I felt really disgust but I told God it is for You, I will endure. When rubbish was thrown before me, I was taken a back, but I was reminded, with God all things are possible. When I was left alone, God's presence carried me through. Now when I am in "SHIT", I certainly believe it will be made possible by God once again. Why am I saying these, because I told God, I can't moved on anymore without His biggest gift in my life, that's friends. Though I may wish to have a boyfriend, but that doesn't make me desperate. I want friends whom can hold my shoulder and hold me on.

I want to believe friends of benefits now. It will no longer be a one way journey!

A boyfriend will never be mine, if he can't even be my friend.

Friend of Jesus,
d.

11:28:00 PM

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