My precious!
Signed, sealed, and delivered! :) That's seven months of labour in there. Almost like giving birth to a baby! Hur hur.
As it is, my acknowledgements for my final report took up a whole page. Still, I couldn't thank all of the people that I wanted to. So to complete the list, thank you to:
... Mom and Dad, for witnessing me at my (stress-induced) worst, for still choosing to love me, for staying up with me, for making ginseng tea for me, for praying with me, and most of all -- for just believing in me, despite my many doubts. (I tried to explain what my project was about, but I must not have done it too well; Dad started telling all his friends about it, and the more he did, the more different the story got. I bet somewhere in Timbucktoo, someone thinks that I just found the cure for cancer. A girl could not have better parents than these.)
... Friends who popped by to have lunch at my place when I quarantined myself, determined to exercise some semblance of self-discipline; know that no matter how busy I get, my doors will always be opened for you. Thank you for keeping me sane.
... Friends who prayed for me; there is no greater gift than your gift of prayer.
... Lastly, my beautiful Saviour -- the lover of my soul. Thank You for holding my hand every step of the way. Thank You for being the strength in my weakness. Thank You for being my light even when all seemed dark. Thank You for Your faithfulness in the midst of my faithlessness. Thank You for painting the sky a glorious shade of sunrise every morning, reminding me of Your goodness, and making each long night of work worth the while.
As it is, my acknowledgements for my final report took up a whole page. Still, I couldn't thank all of the people that I wanted to. So to complete the list, thank you to:
... Mom and Dad, for witnessing me at my (stress-induced) worst, for still choosing to love me, for staying up with me, for making ginseng tea for me, for praying with me, and most of all -- for just believing in me, despite my many doubts. (I tried to explain what my project was about, but I must not have done it too well; Dad started telling all his friends about it, and the more he did, the more different the story got. I bet somewhere in Timbucktoo, someone thinks that I just found the cure for cancer. A girl could not have better parents than these.)
... Friends who popped by to have lunch at my place when I quarantined myself, determined to exercise some semblance of self-discipline; know that no matter how busy I get, my doors will always be opened for you. Thank you for keeping me sane.
... Friends who prayed for me; there is no greater gift than your gift of prayer.
... Lastly, my beautiful Saviour -- the lover of my soul. Thank You for holding my hand every step of the way. Thank You for being the strength in my weakness. Thank You for being my light even when all seemed dark. Thank You for Your faithfulness in the midst of my faithlessness. Thank You for painting the sky a glorious shade of sunrise every morning, reminding me of Your goodness, and making each long night of work worth the while.
posted by Laughingcow at 11:55 am
4 Comments:
IR Emission. Fwah! Cheem.
lancerlord: Not as cheem as it sounds lah! ;)
TRS: :)
congrats!!!
and thank God for His provision. =)
Thank you! :) :)
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