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Josephine.
Since 1988.
A tub of Strawberry Cheesecake Ice-cream with my favourite Hollywood flicks pretty sums me up.







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Sunday, August 19, 2007

It's either i've given up hope that i refused to care no more..
Or i'm simply too numbed to feel anymore..
Or perhaps i'm just letting things be,
as though it is unaffecting me,
when it actually does.

Years passed by.
I've been through it.
I thought I'm over it.
I thought I don't really care.
Until that very moment,
I realized there's a part of me who always long for that very touch.


the comforting thing is, He's always faithful.
He's my shelther and my shield.
My pillar and my strength.
My comforter. my saviour.
My Father in heaven.