The Dysfunctional Pilgrim

hey. i can't write. yet. just busy now...suddenly so many things cropped up! Though i suppose you're wndering why i still hv time to go online...haha. this is more of a shoutout to gabrielle..........never saw a comment that was one sentence yet with wat...6 lines???? haha c ya.

so sorry i can't write abt the NZ trip. I'm sure most of you are wondering what happened and aren't too happy with my extremely "satisfactory" replies of ok, fine or great. hopefully i can type something out this weekend but currently i've got a lot (i think...a hundred plus) of math questions overdue, and i got pengajian am work, and i want to rewrite my chem and PA notes cuz they're so awful. And i want to study and catch up with what i've missed during the trip because i feel very very stupid now. I'm really really sorry. F6 is ok, getting used to it, but still a struggle. Write more later. Haih. Got to go. How's everyone else?

Wanted to write the way i felt about things...but it was somehow difficult. So I did the way i knew best-story form. It's a bit messy and..strange, and maybe a bit emotional, but i think it serves the purpose. i think. Once upon a time, there was a little girl. This little girl dreamt dreams, read books, looked at the world around her and thought a very big-girl thought: “The world seems to be a very sad place. I wish I can change it.” One Sunday, her teacher taught her about the twelve Disciples, great men who served the King. The teacher told her that these men were all very ordinary people, just like her. “And do you know what they did?” the teacher asked. When no answer came, he took a miniature globe and turned it upside down. “That’s what they did.” The little girl’s eyes bulged. “They really did that?” “Yes, and you can too; if you believe and trust in the King.” The little girl thought of nothing but that, dreamt of nothing but that, and holding the globe that the teacher g