The Forgotten Land

Saturday, November 29, 2008

When i pray with you i want to cry.
Because i remember what i went through.
The times before i had the HS.
It wasn't luck that gave me the HS.
It wasn't me snatching someone's HS.
It was you praying with me for the HS.

It was you who told me not to give up.
To drag me to go to church early and pray.
To spend time praying with me.
To make me desperated for something i cannot attain.
To make me want it more than anything in the world.

Thanks for the chocolates, the bible.
The cranberry juice was specially delicious.
Cos someone bought them for me.
LOL. I feel more comfortable.

But today abit naughty la.
I run away from service with Gxxxn.
LOL. He went to buy game some more. WTH.
I nothing to say.
But i was falling asleep so cannot tahan.
Need to go out and walk walk.

Ok. Gotta sleep. If not tomorrow cannot wake up for church.

and the frost fell...
those glassy crystal orbs... Shannon left a note @
11:25 pm

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About Me

Crossroads

Memories Of The Wind

Whispers Of The Forest

Whistle While You Walk

The Trodden Road

Memories of the forgotten

Saturday, November 29, 2008