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Friday, March 21, 2003

on a better note... the cramps are still here but they're not that bad unlike the previous one. they feel like pinches in the inner walls of my abdomen, not hard knocks. tomorrow (saturday) i want to go for the early morning prayer meeting. there's this great sense of urgency to pray for singapore. it came about due to a prophetic message delivered on wednesday. My friend told me that it was ironic we had to have a prophet from america to tell us the things pertaining to God for our country. isn't there anyone here who can hear the voice of God?

today we prayed again for our school and country. i feel alittle more for this land but not as much as it should be. I told my friend (the same one that i've quoted the ironic comment from) that there's an emptiness that i feel. I hear the bad news of accidents, epidemics, murders etc. and my heart aches a little but there's an emptiness in me that refuses to let me feel anything more than that. it's frustrating. Praying becomes even more difficult because there's no sincerity in our repentence. Our cries seem to reach God for the first 20min and after that, bounce off the ceiling and fall splat on the ground.

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