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Sunday, September 24, 2006
It's a good day. It was a good day. Experienced again what it's like to walk closer by Him, with His hand holding mine, His voice next to my ears

but I'm exhausted... by the time evening fell I was too tired to socialise, too tired, too tired, but unwilling to let that smile fall off my face

and after a while I start to feel zapped and contrived. perhaps it's just physical weariness.

It was a good day. but why do I feel so empty, so lost, so fake

and it's like a spiral inward chewing on my insides. the worms of facades

oh wells. I'll hit the sack soon. Will post about Perhentian once I've got the rest of the pictures.

11:46 PM


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in question
still a fluffball after all these years, only settled down on the little isle. 22 and always the Lord's little girl.


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Isaiah 54
'Enlarge the place of your tent, stretch your tent curtains wide, do not hold back, lengthen your cords, strengthen your stakes.'