i abhor packing. really. it's a torture to stuff stuff inside my bag. and then there's always that worry that you forget to bring something. haha. i'm too lazy to move any faster.. all i want to do is sit here and sip liang cha. yays. i'm done packing.
i abhor packing. really. it's a torture to stuff stuff inside my bag. and then there's always that worry that you forget to bring something. haha. i'm too lazy to move any faster.. all i want to do is sit here and sip liang cha. yays. i'm done packing.
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
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