Your presence still lingers here.
And it won't leave me alone.
I was crying all the way from the Barker bus stop to Waffletown at Balmoral yesterday evening.
I didn't care what people thought of me.
I repeated the chorus of Walk Away by Funeral For A Friend over 10 times.
I just sang and sang and cried and cried and walked and walked.
On and on I went.
I was the first to reach Waffletown; we were all meeting up for dinner.
Charmaine couldn't make it, she was having a fever and sunburn ):
John came. And he asked me "You're still sad?"
I told him about how I was feeling before going to Waffletown.
He kept quiet and played with his handphone, which was fine with me, really.
Thanks for caring John.
And Gerald Sim. And Cara too :)
Cell made me happier I guess.
It's nice coming back to church again, with a shattered soul.
God heals. Even through worship.
Angel came to my house after we ate ice cream just now.
Chatting with Cara about relationships and all.
Oh well. This is how people fall, get up and move on.
Who am I,
That the Lord of all the Earth
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt?
Who am I,
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love,
And watch me rise again?
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You, You hear me when I'm calling
Lord You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours.
I didn't dream of him last night.
I was perfectly fine.
Thank God.
My face is red enough from the Sun.
I can't afford my eyes to look like a vampire's.
Worship practice at 6pm later.
I'm gonna let it all out.
I'm so glad I've got you, Lord.
8.9.07
