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__ Wednesday, April 09, 2008 ;

Was talking to Mr Low just now in the morning at school and I ended up having lots of questions after that. Haiz... Will I ever understand what exactly I'm made for? What is my purpose of living on this world? What has God created me for?

Lies. Deception. Contradictions. Struggles. Sorrows. Oppression. Unfairness.

Sigh...

Life must be more than all these.

Dear God,
will I ever understand You?
Maybe I will never,
because You are God...

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Am chatting with one of my tuition kids now. Kids nowadays really grow up too quickly. They don't realise how precious the innocence of childhood is. Sigh... I'd give anything to go back to the past :(

made another new promise ][-
 and broke it again at 3:18 PM ;