I'm still up on my bed with the laptop propped against my pillow. Wonder if I'll get caught. The holidays seem to pass so quickly, and in about 1 week's time I'm going to sit for my Mid years. Maybe its time to get serious. But how?
-I realize I'm growing to love my laptop more and more, despite its limited functions and lousy MSN which comes in the form of pidgin.
She strained her ears to listen for the slightest bit of sound- the creaking of floorboards, the "click click" sounds of spectacles. Her heart is anxious and cannot get to sleep, because of her extended night-sleeping hours just lying on her bed thinking, and thinking.
She would like to lie under a blanket of stars, to admire the work of her Creator's hands. The One who calls out the starry hosts one by one and knows them all by name- the One who places them where they should be, the one and only worthy-to-be praised God, full of mercy and compassion.
A sudden movement startled her, and she woke up from her fantasy to meet face to face with her mum. Oops, busted!
