i can't believe I'm studying using my sister's lamp. arh. too bad the light in my room is faulty, and i dont know what to do. It's like candle light. It even feels like candle light. How absolutely romantic, except for the romantic part. I'm so reliant on electricity. I think I'd take it pretty badly if the electricity supplies were cut. now, the thing is, i can't actually see the letters on the keyboard. oOps.
next week. next week. the horrors of next week. and the joys of seeing the next week through =D
i can't believe I'm studying using my sister's lamp. arh. too bad the light in my room is faulty, and i dont know what to do. It's like candle light. It even feels like candle light. How absolutely romantic, except for the romantic part. I'm so reliant on electricity. I think I'd take it pretty badly if the electricity supplies were cut. now, the thing is, i can't actually see the letters on the keyboard. oOps.
next week. next week. the horrors of next week. and the joys of seeing the next week through =D
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