Just Dance.

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don't think just dance,

Thursday, January 10, 2008

You may plan and hope, but God may have something else in stored for you.

Sorry sweets, I really wanted to meet you today after dance. Oh wells.

I wonder. It's so terrifying to submit what you have to God. Especially things you love. I wonder if he really has something better to replace that.

Its even more unbelievable that He accepts all my fears and failures.

Anyway, Raggae was dope. I fell in love with it. Although there were like 30 girls and 2 guys. It was rather awkward initially. LOL.

Deep down, the child in me craves for someone to love me too...

Passion Groove Life.