A Pint of Sweat Saves a Gallon of Blood

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Friday, March 21, 2008

Alright, this blog is dying, my past was dead to, but memories were kept alive.

I recalled there was a song like this that I sang during my primary school morning assembly.

Heaven is a wonderful place

Filled with glory and praise

I want to see my savior's face

For heaven is a wonderful place

Pong Pong Pong

Heaven is a wonderful place

Filled with glory and praise

I want to see my savior's face

For heaven is a wonderful place

And when ever everyone of us sang the pong pong pong, we would all burst out into laugher. It felt wierd singing that when we never used that word in a song before. Really love this song.

Imagine when I was still in lower primary, going home singing to my sister, wanting her to sing together too! And after more than 6 years, I still remember!

When I started singing it today again, sister said: Jesus died today. I really forgot about it. I still love God like I did when I was young. It's the most innocent love, with nothing to lose. But I just don't know why.....

Thinking back, I really love the old days. When there was an inspiring story, like the 5 loaves of bread and 2 fishes, Jesus stood on water, etc, to start your day every morning by either the principal, vice-principal, aunt may etc. Loved wednesdays the most when there was chapel.

At upper primary, I made new friends. Though they weren't really the ideal friends parents would think of, but those were real friends. Tough ones, trusting ones.

Of course, things are ultimate different now. I hate school. The difference between those friends was that I had a teacher that woke me up. So, I landed in a "good" school which I really hate. People who studies so hard, probably do not have as high moral values. Which explains why I'm more anti-social now, my dear p-skool frens who r readin dis.

On a happier note, its good friday today, a break from school, before starting to go school from 7am-6pm for 3 weeks and non-stop school for 9 weeks. I really dread school.

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