lifesong
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as you find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing, for the glory
Of the risen King
Jesus, Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory
Of the risen king
Thursday, September 29, 2005
-10:17 pm
Urnegnpur. V zvff lbh.I actually blogged a whole long post about this but because the school-wide wireless network was down, I couldn't publish it and lost the entire entry. Oh wells, perhaps it's better that way, feels like it was meant to be. Me not being able to publish it I mean. That way, it'll be easier to forget, to not read about what has been going through my mind these days. I kind of felt that it was so loaded and... heavy with... a certain emotion, pleasant or unpleasant, that's subjective and another issue altogether.
I didn't feel good reading it after I typed it out, contrary to how we usually feel so liberated when we finally get something off our chest by putting it down in words or verbalising it. Doesn't make sense? Well, it doesn't matter.
Oh Michelle, stop moping. You can control your thoughts can't you? Your mind is not some hotel where all those baddies, the outlawed memories, can come and go as they like. C'mon, get a grip. You'll really need to work harder at it. With the way overdue RS project poking its urgent head in now, and with the weeks 4-6 schedule being crazily packed with all four options, you're got to get your act together. Not that you've fallen apart already but, the drama queen part of you never seems to be able to rationalise things or state them as they really are, without any unecessary embellishments or added poignancy.
Right now, I feel like writing a poem, just like how Adrienne Rich expressed The Woman's Voice through her writing. Good stuff, I say. And my literature option is really going to my head. Love what we've been doing every single minute of the lesson. Imagine, to go to class would mean: sitting down and disecting women's literary works, be it poems, reviews or excerpts from novels, and then having a spontaneously rich class discussion about the piece after each group presents their piece.
I would even liken it to what my teacher described as, "A ladies' tea party, no men allowed. We'll all sit down, sip tea and discuss literary works." That's almost like a book club. In a way it is, and I've learnt so much. It's truly so enriching to hear the Woman's Voice ring clear and loud. I wish I could one day write like Adrienne Rich and Virginia Woolf, and embody their female spirit within me too.
Cultural landscapes for Geog isn't too bad too. In fact, it's a real eye-opener. Whale Rider was fantastic, though I had to watch it again for Lit because apparently, we had to watch the movie bearing in mind how it manifests the Woman's Voice. I've officially fallen in love with New Zealand. It's such a heaven! The landscape was what took my breath away ever so often during the movie that I was really having difficulty breathing at the end. Alright alright, I know, bad pun. Sorry.
I'm bleary-eyed and it's not only from the lack of sleep. Why can't I seem to go to bed before 10.30 nowadays? Oh yea, because of going online and blogging. But then again, I figure I'll probably be a lot worse off if I didn't blog. It's too horrific to even think about. I need sleep.
Qvrq gb or jvgu lbh.
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at 10:33 pm
Mich. said...
Thanks. I'm glad that someone appreciates my writing. Kudos to my friend sandra for the template.