His love never fails.

HAHA, just got home from granny's place. I was dressed up in a shaggy way because I didn't prepared any clothes to go over other than my uniform. I was wearing a purple top and bottom. On my feet was a dirty school shoes worn without socks and carrying my usual white bag pack. I didn't have the guts to take public transport home so I asked daddy to come and fetch me in case my future husband sees me in this outfit.

While waiting for daddy, as usual, I went to get my rainbow ice cream and stand under the block. Dad drives a motorbike, a not very good looking one. I got up the bike and "BOOM" he goes, my helmet nearly flew because of my small head. Being on the bike is so cool, windy and natural because the smell that goes into my nose are the scent that I normally taste. HAHA, reminscing of how dad drives me to school when I wakes up at 7. Being on the motorbike is so much better than those in the car because dad always squeeze in between of those cars and get to go off once the traffic light turn green. And when I reached the backgate, at least I still have time to run for assembly.
But the weaknesses of being on the bike is that I couldn't get my hair tied in time because I have to wear a helmet and my neat uniform will become so untidy after I get off the bike. I feel so blessed with a motorbike that is drived by my dad.

My art is utterly dissappointing, I ruined my sermon book. Because I was like the man who went to draw extra legs on the snake after completing the normal piece of art.