<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(//www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/32368495?origin\x3dhttps://itsrainingpotatoes.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
17 August 2008

I don't know why I'm just so afraid to receive God.
I'm always, always, ALWAYS, afraid when they do those mass prayer things, when everyone gets slained.
I'm so afraid to get slained.

Lord, fill me for I want to know You more.
Take away all my fears, let me have faith in you.

I was writing my journal about a sad experience and I had nothing to write but my grandpa's passing away thing.
I suddenly thought of him and I felt like crying.

And I suddenly thought of NDP, where I would simply throw away all my troubles, problems and just forget everything, which added on to my tear-meter.

I think my blog song is kind of emo, too.

And I just saw this email about A Letter from Satan.
Here it goes:
A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN

I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores.
You awoke without kneeling to pray.
As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night.
You are so unthankful, I like that about you.
I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living,
Fool, you are mine.
Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet.
As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God.
He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.
You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you.
But you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make your life a living hell.
That way, we'll be together twice.
This will really hurt God.
Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life with all of the good times we've had.
We have been...
watching dirty movies,
cursing people out,
stealing,
lying,
being hypocritical,
fornicating,
overeating,
telling dirty jokes,
gossiping,
being judgmental,
back stabbing people,
disrespecting adults,
and those in leadership positions,
no respect for the Church,
bad attitudes.
SURELY you don't want to give all this up.
Come on, Fool, let's burn together forever.
I've got some hot plans for us.
This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you.
I'd like to say 'THANKS' for letting me use you for most of your foolish life.
You are so gullible, I laugh at you.
When you are tempted to sin, you give inHA HA HA, you make me sick.
Sin is beginning to take its toll on your life.
You look 20 years older, and now, I need new blood.
So go ahead and teach some children how to sin.
All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or drink while under-aged, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and live being as selfish as possible.
Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too.
Kids are like that.
Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now.
I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again.
If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, and live for God with what little bit of life that you have left.
It's not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning, it's becoming a bit ridiculous.
Don't get me wrong, I still hate you.
IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.
P.S. If you love me, you won't share this.

This letter makes me so guilty.
Lord, forgive me, all the sins I've committed, all the things that I have done wrong.
You died on the cross to forgive our sins, giving up Your life for us.
Us, the lowly-ones.
You did everything for us.
Yet I did not even thank for the food I have in front of my eyes.
I can get them once I walk a few steps to the cabinet and grab them.
Such a simple thing as compared to Yours.
You walk, without any transport, on foot, to spread the Gospel.
We walk 2 steps to the car, up and off.
Forgive me, all the sins, be it gossiping or hating someone.
Forgive me.
You took the fall and thought of me, above all.

One week and 1 day has already passed since NDP.
):



Why am I so emo all of a sudden?
But the God stuff is true tho.

And yes, the somehow promised picture with Ron. Yay, I've completed my dare! :D Anyway, even if Azzy didn't even dare me to take a picture with Ron, I'd automatically go take one with him. For closer look, hover over the picture and click on the diskette icon.

Good luck for Science ST tomorrow :/