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[22 Jul 2005|12:12am]
hi marcus! heh. :)
1 fairytalE - happily evEr aftEr...

[11 May 2004|08:15pm]
[ mood | crappy ]

*frustratEd*

i'm s0rry.. rEally..

2 fairytalEs - happily evEr aftEr...

[24 Mar 2004|09:44pm]
[ mood | complacent ]

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak...

"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright.
I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?"
"Just some old birds," came the reply.
"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered.
"I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time."
"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy.
"They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."
The pastor was silent for a moment.
"How much do you want for those birds, son?"
"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
"How much?" the pastor asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"

The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.

One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting.
"Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all."
"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"
"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.
"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"
"How much?" He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."
Jesus said, "DONE!"
Then He paid the price.

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life." (John 3:16)

happily evEr aftEr...

[17 Mar 2004|04:28pm]
[ mood | amused ]

hEy~
hahaz this entry's f0r tzE n all th0se hu c0mmEnted on her bl0g yEah?
well first of all wE're rEally grateful f0r sj's hElp at our campfirE n stuff
n wE did h0pe tt evErything w0uld turn out well f0r thEir campfire
tt's y wE askEd whether dEy nEeded our fire n stuff ritE?
yEah wadeva shE said was just hEr own feelings b0ut cErtain stuff lah
s0 just chill yEah? everyb0dy has thEir own thinking
i mEan yEah maybe u guys think tt wE're just a buncha n0isy girls hu only n0e h0w t0 sing all day long ritE
hahaz so u noE this campfirE was e bEst chance t0 likE imprEss ppl?
dEn we pia-Ed w0rked s0 hard f0r it
n of all things
it had to rain
hahaz just our luck i supp0sE
naturally wE w0uld bE sad n frustratEd ritE
any n0rmal pers0n w0uld bE
tt can explain y wE w0uld bE feeling kinda s0re abt e wh0le thing
but anyway
evErything's ovEr n0w
b0th our campfirEs turnEd out grEat ritE?
s0 y dun everyb0dy just rElax n makE pEace
hahaz n0b0dy's trying t0 insult anyb0dy

n girl ah
u n0e u r0ck ritE
hehEz i think u werE onE of th0se hu rEally w0rked their ass off f0r our cf
s0 dun lEt th0se c0mmEnts affEct ur mo0d or anything k?
luv ya babE! *muack* =)

3 fairytalEs - happily evEr aftEr...

[11 Mar 2004|11:15pm]
[ mood | hopeful ]

argh
supEr sleepy
din sleEp at all last nitE
hahaz n t0nitE likE cant sleep much os0
e campfirE bEtta n0t fl0p l0rz
hEhez ok lah i n0e it wun
wE can d0 it =)))


* dhs c0y girl guidEs 36th annivErsary campfirE *
happily evEr aftEr...

[29 Feb 2004|11:03pm]
[ mood | high ]
[ music | falling ]

The love of the Father is like a sudden rain
shower that will pour forth when you least
expect it, catching you up in wonder and praise.

God blEss all of ya! (=

happily evEr aftEr...

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