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.
Friday, November 5, 2010
10 things to do before i go back home to Sabah. :)
u balik sabah naik teksi je ke? hehe.
ReplyDeleteHahaa. Alahai..lupak la pula nak tls boarding airplane. Hahaa. :P
ReplyDeleteRose ni nakal la... ;D
haha. mana ada nakal la. saja mau kacau jill :)
ReplyDeleteHahaa.. :P
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