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*
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*
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
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