Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Angels brought us together
But God binds our soul

You taught me how to love
But I learnt how to cry.

For I know it isn't love
If it isn't you that I'm loving.


Can someone tell me what is it that he wants? If it is it that he wants, then I just want to give a shout out to him, "Damn you, dropping hints are not going to help. Just say it!"

God knows what I'm doing at such witch hours, writing stuff like that.

P.S: My mother suddenly wakes up from her sleep and is doing the laundry now. AT SUCH HOUR, PLEASE!

P.S.S: The frame for this layout is so far, by record, the smallest I've ever had and all pictures that I tried to post had to be re-edited. That should explain why I haven't been posting pictures.

P.S.S.S: Now, my mother is asking if I want to drink the last bowl of green bean soup. I said no and she's drinking it herself.

P.S.S.S.S: She just asked my brother if he wants some nice green bean soup.

P.S.S.S.S.S: No more P.S.S.S.S.S.S. I'm going to bed now. Period.

With love at 2:19 AM,
Joan


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