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"NO label can and should ever define our worth. Our worth is found ONLY in Christ Jesus."
Melissa Cheah - September 23rd, 2010.
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Baby, you're adorable.
Dearest Kelfy (MY best of best),
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY!
I recall of us gaily talking about growing up and all the things we’d like to do when I had sleepovers at your place. Well, right now, we are on our way to accomplish some of the dreams we’ve shared to each other over pillow talks.
Looking at our friendship, only one thing comes to mind: I am INDUBITABLY blessed.
What I had done to ever deserve a friend like you and to have this treasure I can call friendship with you, I will never know why and how.
But this I promise, come what may in life, I will always have you in my heart. All the love shown, care lavished and time spent together are so close to my heart.
You’re SO precious and I love you very much. Take care, Baby.
Your best of best,
Melissa.
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I named them: (L) Babycakes, (R) Sugarpops
- Those were the days where my greatest worry was to be able to snag the best seats in my yellow B72 school bus: The back seats.
My friends and I devised various plans for perpetual domination of the back seats. We took turns to rush out of our classes (sometimes even before the school bell rings) and run across the school compound just because of that.
We sat with our knees up on the seats, waved at cars and sang aloud to the tunes we loved. - Those were the days where 4 Nilam was known to be the cheekiest class (out of 8 classes in the entire form). And, I was in 4 Nilam.
We used to sneak food in from the canteen. We organised junk food days with chips and chocolates being passed around the classroom during ongoing lessons (we were VERY inconspicuous).
We held unofficial class parties, refused to leave for the canteen during recess and talked our way through to coax the prefects from reporting our illegal (according to school laws) activity. - Those were the days where my most important concern was to win the debate I had with my classmates on the topic, Christians VS. Catholics.
We argued, argued and continued to argue, all in order to prove the other person wrong. When all the points have been laid out and neither of us wanted to throw in the towel, we sat across each other; huffing and puffing (Debates are exhausting!), stare each other in eyes and then, burst out laughing. - Those were the days where food was cheap and exceptionally good. Canteen food, that is.
I remember Pak Ali’s (the slightly blur canteen uncle) fragrant and delicious fried chicken. I remember that Tuesday was Chicken Rice Day, and Thursday was Tomato Rice Day.
What I remember and miss most is the company I had with me while enjoying the food. That is priceless. - Those were the days where snoozing in class WAS an option.
In all truth and honesty, I am guilty of it. History, Add Maths and Moral Education were to blame.
Right now, I would give anything just to be in that same class and listen to my Add Maths teacher bore me with algebra and logarithm.
Never have I thought that high school memories would get me wistful and nostalgic. Those were the days, and looking back at it now, they were pretty darn good days.
my heart will belong to you.
Such are the words uttered by Kristian Anderson, 35, who has been undergoing chemotherapy since he was diagnosed with cancer in October 2009.
A promise of devotion and a pledge of loyalty, all under the banner of undying love.
He made this video (watch below) for his wife of seven years, Rachel, as a birthday present and a thank you for her support.
My tears were shed by the buckets, watching the video.
Losing my maternal granny and paternal gramps to cancer, my heart goes out to the Andersons.
At one of the most difficult times and trying situation any family could go through, I see love in abundant.
I believe it is the love of Christ (yes, he's a Christian) that was shed abroad in Kris' heart.
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Check out Kristian Anderson's blog {here}.
I stayed up till a little past 4am two nights ago because I was driven by the desire to write notes and make gift packs.
Needless to say, I slept in late the next day.
But, deep within, I felt satisfied, contented.
I haven't been making cards for a very long time.
I used to be the girl who would write or make little tokens and notes, to give away. Cards of all sorts, bookmarks, lengthy letters - I loved spending my time; penning down my thoughts, words of love and encouragement.
I still love doing it; only now, I can do it on The Internet as well.
It's never the same, though - the joy of articulating what is in my heart on paper, feeling the pen between my fingers, the snipping and gluing (and getting some on my fingers) - Pure bliss.
To date, I've kept every single piece of note, card or love letter ever written to me.
And, I do read them, every once in awhile. I treasure them, heaps.
The Midnight Project.
