
Dearest heavenly father... i thank you for the church.... i thank you for allowing me to know all of them... if w/o them... and u... i will hab no direction in life... my life will be so meaningless..and yes.. my life will be super ultra messed up... god i thank you for the sea conference... i thank you for jarkata teens... they are like so awesome... simple and juz realli pure in heart... we hab so so so so much to learn from them... they are like... tiny child in my eyes... sweet and pure... placing u above everything... though in jarkata either u are realli rich or realli poor... yet they treats everone the same... i thank god for radical believers haha.. they played music of u.. that will melt the heart... ... i love each of them for their simple lifestyle... and eager to learn abt bible... we always take singapore for granted.. jarkata can t like us.. walk freely along th pathway... they will get rape and killed.. each of them hab a driver and maid... wao.. i juz love them... sharon is already missing them... riapuni... amanda... fahan... sammy... andrew.... and rest.. o... best in the world...



we sang on stage for the sea conference... my voice is not good enough haha tat y need choir... lol... we sang the prayer... some stand... i already felt moved... i can c a beam of light at this particular row... lol.. i saw my parents... they smile and waved... and gt the" look my daughter is singing" lol.. kind of face... den we sang when u believe.... after the song.... EVERYONE STAND>...my heart melt... my tears was abt to flow... we sing for god.. we sang for them... i felt apprecicated...=D


amanda makes me wan to spend the whold day juz wif her.. tokking abt everything under the sun

riapunng makes me laugh.. at her shy with coolness look

fahan makes me think tat he is a malay haha.. he does hab the fahan face

sam reminds me of a little boy next door

andrew is juz cute haha... he sae he was sad when he is leaving... aww

jeremy reminds me of an ang moh trying to speak chinese

all of them will never be forgotten