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09/11/92
A.I.S.S 4E3


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Thank god for Friday, October 10, 2008
Bring the pain. 0 Messages
Well, O's is in about 10 days. Im not that worried, which is why i am worried. Many things have changed since a couple of years back. Before it was all about being the best and beating the rest. I guess now i just want to do the best with what i have. The very purpose of our existence is to give glory and worship to God. Im just doing my best with what God's given me, my mind on gloryfing God all the way.



I guess there's been a lot on my mind lately. It's the feeeling of uncertainty. We all have our insecurities, some just more then the rest. And yet sometimes just taking things easy is the best thing to do.


Im so happy im not in charge of my life.

The beautiful day...
9:24 AM

Thank god for Monday, October 6, 2008
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There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her bougainvillea blooms


There are things that drift away like our endless,numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves


There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds


There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs
I'd never learned

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know


A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

The beautiful day...
8:15 AM

Thank god for Saturday, October 4, 2008
Weak beneath. 0 Messages
Every year
On this very same day
I cry these tears
Waiting to hear your voice
To see your face
But you never appear

This year,
I tried to persevere
I gave up the next day
Like the waves that crash the shore
I broke down


Your so far away
And I'm standing alone here
Wishing I could touch your face
Look at me
Don't walk away
If I were to fly over
Finding you would be a task
I ain't saying it's a hassle


I'm just afraid to face you
Yet I want to
What would I say?
How would I react?
I don't know
The moment then,
Would take my breath away
Those eyes that I long for
That sweet smile of yours
Your perfect sharp nose
That whacky yet charming personality


Till now, nobody can take your place
I forgot how to cry
Till today
I realised that our tears carry our emotion
There are times I should stop trying to be strong
And cry my heart out, though I hate to
Everyone is weak
We are only humans


That's why God exists
Cause with him, we are strong
I'll go on potraying myself
As a strong man, unbreakable
Yet with one weak spot
It makes my heart drop
Till the day we meet again

I'll still be loving you.

The beautiful day...
11:43 PM