Saturday, September 18, 2010
Keep it going
I feel that many things i have seen happening i have seen it happen before and i reacted the same.
I know i need to go church tomorrow.
I know i need to be there to sit at one corner to say "Amen" then pray some prayers, and then eat lunch and go home.
:) I know when i go church tomorrow i will see many people rejoicing and meeting each other with happy greetings! "Hey! Hows you been doing!"
"Hey long time no see!"
It must happen at least to the best that i can imagine.
It will be a really nice meet up to hear God's words and worship whole heartedly.
It will be great to cheer each other up and ask about the happenings in life.
It will be great to hear testimonies about God working in our lives.
It is easy to be around happy people. And it is tough when you are sad and people don't like to be around you.
It is hard to restrict the things i want to say.
When you really think that no one understand you. You are wrong... they understand you but in the way that they understand you if you were them.
When you really think that no one cares for you. You are wrong... Everyone cares for you as much as you care for them.
When you really think that no one likes you. You are wrong... Everyone loves you as much as they can express in their own ways.
When you really think that no one cares to ask how you are. You are wrong... Everyone wants to know how tragic your life has been so they will feel happier. Joking.
When you really think that everyone is ignoring you. You are wrong... that is a wall not a person.
I am a happy man now well rested from church. Tomorrow i am going to Church again! And perhaps the next injection of depression will send me away for good. Not to other churches but to a convert.
And certainly, it is inevitable and nothing can be done and no one will ask why and i will have no reason why.
I know i need to go church tomorrow.
I know i need to be there to sit at one corner to say "Amen" then pray some prayers, and then eat lunch and go home.
:) I know when i go church tomorrow i will see many people rejoicing and meeting each other with happy greetings! "Hey! Hows you been doing!"
"Hey long time no see!"
It must happen at least to the best that i can imagine.
It will be a really nice meet up to hear God's words and worship whole heartedly.
It will be great to cheer each other up and ask about the happenings in life.
It will be great to hear testimonies about God working in our lives.
It is easy to be around happy people. And it is tough when you are sad and people don't like to be around you.
It is hard to restrict the things i want to say.
When you really think that no one understand you. You are wrong... they understand you but in the way that they understand you if you were them.
When you really think that no one cares for you. You are wrong... Everyone cares for you as much as you care for them.
When you really think that no one likes you. You are wrong... Everyone loves you as much as they can express in their own ways.
When you really think that no one cares to ask how you are. You are wrong... Everyone wants to know how tragic your life has been so they will feel happier. Joking.
When you really think that everyone is ignoring you. You are wrong... that is a wall not a person.
I am a happy man now well rested from church. Tomorrow i am going to Church again! And perhaps the next injection of depression will send me away for good. Not to other churches but to a convert.
And certainly, it is inevitable and nothing can be done and no one will ask why and i will have no reason why.
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Blisters
learning my four mallet grip i think it is called steven's griP.
Time to buy a glove. It is basically painful.
I m tired.
I drink Coffee.
Brooke is a Coffee monster!
Brooke is a monkey!
Brooke is a 5 years old baby!
Brooke is a Drumhead!
I am a little crazy on somedays.
Time to buy a glove. It is basically painful.
I m tired.
I drink Coffee.
Brooke is a Coffee monster!
Brooke is a monkey!
Brooke is a 5 years old baby!
Brooke is a Drumhead!
I am a little crazy on somedays.
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