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In my hundred acre wood
Friday, September 23, 2005



this is one of those days i really feel like going to meet my creator. no, i'm not suicidal, neither is sarah depressed.. it's no joke when you're writing in pain, looking for somewhere to sit every 10 days. i think my threshold for pain is either really low, or it really hurts. ugh. but then that's not the point *bleah*

anyway, everytime this happens, i'm glad God has his eye on me, sending some angel to help me get home safely. today's angel on duty happened to be liru=) call it crazy. i shouldnt have one to the library again after going once yesterday. all for one book.. haha.. that's sarah for you. hiaks.
and i shouldnt have gone sightsee-ing all the way from city hall to clarke quay. uh huh. well well.. that's over, at least for now. ehee >_<

like pooh, i think i'm awfully blessed to have my own private hundred acre wood with my own good friends to stick by me. *smiles*






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This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on

- "This lullaby" by Sarah Dessen

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