Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.
Monday, October 25, 2010
:)
Went to Pizza Hut with Mira just now. Im happy i went out with her. She's such a nice friend. :)
But the bad part is my pocket money is less than RM20. :o
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