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
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
-1:28 pm
S P A C E . yOU NEED SPACE TO THINK. iF YOU'RE WONDERING WHAT'S WITH THE RIDICULOUSLY WEIRD SPACES, THAT'S WHAT.
Forgetting feels good.
But do I really want to forget?Ohg V zvff gubfr avtugf. Gur fgnef, gur ohf fgbc, gur fgnvef. Bevba'f oryg. Abj gubfr ner bayl guvatf bs gur cnfg.
Mere memories which I try to shove out of my think-space. Too often the thoughts come back, but I try as hard as I can to conform.
Or rather, to escape.Throwing them out like old stuff one would find in the attic before moving to a new country, having no choice because they're just extra baggage, unecessary, unwanted
, lrg jnagrq.V hfrq gb xrrc gubfr fzfrf. Be creuncf V fgvyy qb.Like what sandra wrote, I agree that some things must be physically deleted from our phones (and lives) before one can completely let go.
Fb gung V pna'g bcra hc gur vaobk naq ernq gurz bire naq bire ntnva.
It's a way to forget.
Ohg abg sberire. Junk I never got around to getting rid of, they stay and plague me. Seriously, I should conduct spring cleanings more often, like maybe once a week. Stuff piles up really fast in my room (I think dust bunnies are wildly attracted to my room, they're forming a colony right under my bed and behind the table where the broom and mop can't reach). Maybe it's just my lazy nature, or more likely the overly sentimental side of me. I think I can qualify as a karang guni woman of the intangibles. *wide grin*
I specialise in emotional junk.
Ubcr, fbzrgvzrf sbe gur jebat guvatf, vf rkgerzryl qrgevzragny gb lbhe urnygu, naq fnavgl. Perhaps, probably, too many maybes. Out with the uncertainties, I say. What happened to the decisive, no-nonsense, level-headed and defiant business woman-like persona? Oh, I think she melted into a puddle of goo over a pair of cute, furry teddy bears and a metal keychain of her inital. Bah! This is pathetic!
The dignity of women must be kept. But then again, why do we always degrade ourselves, AND allow ourselves to decay into a mush of emotional anxieties?That's one more for the bin of the impossible-to-solve cryptic mysteries of life.
Oblf ner gebhoyr. Fullstop. (I know this is going to reap me a whole tagboard full of hate mail- if you are reading this and happen to know how to uncover the hidden black font words AND miraculously decipher the words- but hey, I didn't say that I don't like them all the same. *smiles sweetly*)
I started out writing about me but I think I've progressed to writing about the
US- females in general. I'm not a feminist, that's one thing for sure. It's just that after four years in an all-girls school, one can observe a lot, and the experience is rather, hm... shall I say, revealing. I wouldn't be able to expound all my observations, hypotheses and theories all in one post here, but I just might publish a thesis on THE VERY MYSTERIOUS SPECIES OF FEMALES, or, for a lack of scientific knowledge and training in Latin, homo sapiens femalia. Ok that doesn't sound that scientifically-cheem.
Something tells me that we still embrace these uncertainties. And
maybe that's why we're females. Wishy-washy, indecisive little butterflies, twittering from one flower to the next, not sure of which one's the right one for us, or whether the pretty yellow one would turn out to be an insect-ingesting monster.
Perhaps, probably, too many maybes. There'll never be too many to consider.
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Like the stars which bring out the sky's splendour, you bring out the best in me.
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