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Saturday, August 17, 2002 Jars of Clay : Love Song for a Saviour
In open fields of wild flowers, she breathes the air and flies away She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses in no simple language Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens As close a heartbeat or a song on her lips Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him Someday He'll call her and she will come running and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray, "I want to fall in love with You" Sitting silent wearing Sunday best The sermon echoes through the walls A great salvation through it calls to the people who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him Someday He'll call us and we will come running and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray, "I want to fall in love with You" It seems too easy to call you "Savior", Not close enough to call you "God" So as I sit and think of words I can mention to show my devotion "I want to fall in love with You" "my heart beats for You" [song of the millenium] Friday, August 16, 2002 nnnnnooooooo. i remember how my ISIFP teacher made the field trip sound interesting. 'next saturday, the class is going out for a field trip on saturday morning to the CPF building in bishan'. my god, why do i put myself through this?
'i'm not that innocent' Thursday, August 15, 2002
hahahahahaha.
NAUSHEEN IS AS: ![]()
PRPRPPRPRPRPPRPRPRPRPRPPRPRPPRPPRPPRPR.
[gasp] someone actually has the same layout as me. i thought no one would want it because it's so horrible and that's why i chose it! no offence venn! ;)
heh heh heh.
hahahaha. hmmmm. i don't quite know if that is my favourite male body part but we'll settle for that for now. :) Wednesday, August 14, 2002 i'm in school today. i got here at 12. and no one's in class. weee. web design. urgh, should have known better.
'no more drama' Tuesday, August 13, 2002 finished my newswriting. aaaahhhhh. i'm so sleepy i could die. can't afford to sleep because i need to get up in two hours and head to school anyway. urgh.
'oh fuck pop'
i'm fried for tomoro. what i've got is three maid agencies fucking me up after i made appointments with them and one fucked interview with ten questions and nine monosyllabic answers. and a french test i haven't studied for that's 40%. and a colleague who passed away.
Monday, August 12, 2002 is she a goldfish?
O_o
i'm lagging. everything xinxin/sinsin is saying is getting to me about two seconds later. just saw gene and wen at the wed design labs and they were listening to some new britney song that's now stuck in my head. damn.
'boys, something something'
fucken people at the maid agency stood me up twice. and now i'm screwed for newswrite. DIE MOTHERFUCKERS, DIE!!!
'backstreet's back alright [gag]' Sunday, August 11, 2002 finally added the links. if i forgot anyone, please tag me.
'overprotected' |
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(c) copyright by Melissa Nelvyna, 2002 |
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