my old sandals.

old sandals.
oo old sandals.

you once seem like support me and harmless
but,
if i see you now.
you seem less helpful,
and sometimes force me to acrobaticly balance myself.

probably i rip what i sew.
anyway it makes me realise
that how helpful a sandal is,
someday it will fade away.


erm, buy new one?
i dun really want the new one.
it is easy to satisfy me.
and i am well pleased by them
as for them?? are they concerned about this?
they dont need me, i need them... lol


i also just realise,
sometimes i, as a christian, am quite plain.

> i cannot really say dont like when i dont

> and sometimes see and hear something in church
which will be better, if i never see.
and dun hav enuf courage to say it out.
or probably a verse or more say that we have to be a peace maker.
because mentioning it probably can shake heaven and earth to spill out a can of green tea.

why cant we say anything we like?
because we are judged severly on whatever we do.
which makes me probably become not really me.
which reminds me of my friend's thought.

anyway it is supposed to be a post of sandals.
so better stop here. it is 5 in the morning.
need some blessing during sleep.


let me end with another quote from mr bean.
mr bean is stalls selling soya milk by the way.

the quote goes like this:
a gift from the heart represents the bond that two people have.
a symbol of wonderful moments and memories shared.