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Sunday, June 05, 2011
You are my new school love and my old school love; @ 10:10 AM

Couple weeks i was missing sermons. And today's sermon was really good. What i felt was, perhaps this week will be the surprise i need :)


I probably wasted so much time looking at things i didn't have or could not control? And well, it was well said that we keep focusing on what we limit ourselves in having when actually we could provide more. :)

Baby. I just understood the kind of attraction, love and whatever that comes with it - i have for you. Maybe you don't get what i mean.
I lost the game.


"Clouds weaved like cross stitches, grey and white across the sky
people walking, watching. I feel the droplets on my skin
I lived in misery, for that was what i limit my vision to be
until i found the sunlight that shone through
the kind of answer that i awaited
perhaps there wasn't an answer to began with
It was foolishness i believed; i have to hold on."






i have to go. kiki;

When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.