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Saturday, October 05, 2002
*guilt*
I don't understand why I am so blessed amidst all the suffering. My friends are in pain, my ex-boyfriend is... beyond what i dare say.
Yet i roll around in comfort's bosom. Surrounded by nothing but adoring adorable people. I am so happy, yet so unfulfilled.
Why can't i understand their pain, why don't I have a portion of their sufferings to call my own.
Call me stupid, wanton and ungrateful... But it's important to me.
How else can I be human? How else can I be rich with experience...
So she came crying on my shoulder, "my parents refuse to let me go to the good-friday event, they won't let me go to church either..." and at that moment, in all my 12 years, I understood how blessed I was to have freedom of worship, and how much more blessed she was to have such an experience, that 20 years down the road, when faced with a similar circumstance mirrored in another, she can truely say: I understand
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But i try my best anyway... for all that I am worth,
To hold despite being unabled to fully comprehend,
At least I can... for a little bit...
It's my turn to play Angel
All through the night I'll be standing over you
All through the night I'll be watching over you
And through the bad dreams I'll be right there, baby
Holding your hand, telling you everything is all right
And when you cry I'll be right there
Telling you you were never anything less than beautiful
So don't you worry
I'm your Angel standing by
~Jewel
I don't understand why I am so blessed amidst all the suffering. My friends are in pain, my ex-boyfriend is... beyond what i dare say.
Yet i roll around in comfort's bosom. Surrounded by nothing but adoring adorable people. I am so happy, yet so unfulfilled.
Why can't i understand their pain, why don't I have a portion of their sufferings to call my own.
Call me stupid, wanton and ungrateful... But it's important to me.
How else can I be human? How else can I be rich with experience...
So she came crying on my shoulder, "my parents refuse to let me go to the good-friday event, they won't let me go to church either..." and at that moment, in all my 12 years, I understood how blessed I was to have freedom of worship, and how much more blessed she was to have such an experience, that 20 years down the road, when faced with a similar circumstance mirrored in another, she can truely say: I understand
.
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.
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.
.
.
But i try my best anyway... for all that I am worth,
To hold despite being unabled to fully comprehend,
At least I can... for a little bit...
It's my turn to play Angel
All through the night I'll be standing over you
All through the night I'll be watching over you
And through the bad dreams I'll be right there, baby
Holding your hand, telling you everything is all right
And when you cry I'll be right there
Telling you you were never anything less than beautiful
So don't you worry
I'm your Angel standing by
~Jewel
To the Brave and the Lonely
We may not always know it, or sense it, or understand.
But nonetheless we do still care for you.
Even when you show up strong on saturday afternoons to sing "Deck the Malls"
And laugh and joke, in your precious little way...
We are always wondering if you're really really ok.
And we cry inwardly when we know you're not.
We wonder where you are on friday nights when you're not with us,
And pray that you're safe, even if it means being safe from yourself.
This was from dennis to me, and it's now from me to you:
get up. even if its gonna take you weeks, months, years... get back up.
and im always here to pull you up.
I will try if you let me.
I love you. Brave brave heart.
We may not always know it, or sense it, or understand.
But nonetheless we do still care for you.
Even when you show up strong on saturday afternoons to sing "Deck the Malls"
And laugh and joke, in your precious little way...
We are always wondering if you're really really ok.
And we cry inwardly when we know you're not.
We wonder where you are on friday nights when you're not with us,
And pray that you're safe, even if it means being safe from yourself.
This was from dennis to me, and it's now from me to you:
get up. even if its gonna take you weeks, months, years... get back up.
and im always here to pull you up.
I will try if you let me.
I love you. Brave brave heart.
A moment for silence please
... For all the pain in the world.
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Mother, father please explain to me
Why a world so full of mystery
A place so bitter and still so sweet
So beautiful and yet so full of sad, sad...
Mother, father please explain to me
Why forests march to desert speed
While snowcapped mountains melt away
What do we tell our babies, when do we say, oh
Mother, father please explain to me
How a man who rocks his child to sleep
Pulls the trigger on his brother's heart
He digs a hole right to the middle of this storm of hatred
Mother, father please explain to me
How it could be so this world has come to be
A precious balance in between
Such cruelty and such kindness please
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be
Unequaled in her blessings, oh, I see
Unbridled hatred so extreme, please tell me
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be so
Twisted between time and dreams
Oh, mother, father please explain to me
Oh, what's all this talk about?
All this talk about it
Spinning down, down, down, down, down
All this talk about
Endless words without
Nothing's done
Mother, father do you know
Why one man's belly overflows
Another sleeps in hunger's bed
Oh, we trade our world for a piece of bread
Oh Mother, father please explain to me
How this rare world's come to be
A place so full of color yet overflowing
Always in black and white
Drowning in the waters of our...
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be
While still blessed in all the things we see
Such a sad, sad home for you and me
Come out, and hold,
Come on out you
Come on out you
Come and save yourself
Come on out you
Come on we're taking the water
We're taken the water
We're taken the water
But you know
We got the freedom
We got the freedom
There's no God above
And no hell below
Oh, it's here with us
It's up to us
To keep afloat
How this sweet world has come to be
Oh to keep afloat
Mother, father please explain to me
How this rare world has come to be
Oh, let the blue planet
Let the blue planet
Mother, father please explain to me
Mother, father please explain
~DMB
... For all the pain in the world.
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Mother, father please explain to me
Why a world so full of mystery
A place so bitter and still so sweet
So beautiful and yet so full of sad, sad...
Mother, father please explain to me
Why forests march to desert speed
While snowcapped mountains melt away
What do we tell our babies, when do we say, oh
Mother, father please explain to me
How a man who rocks his child to sleep
Pulls the trigger on his brother's heart
He digs a hole right to the middle of this storm of hatred
Mother, father please explain to me
How it could be so this world has come to be
A precious balance in between
Such cruelty and such kindness please
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be
Unequaled in her blessings, oh, I see
Unbridled hatred so extreme, please tell me
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be so
Twisted between time and dreams
Oh, mother, father please explain to me
Oh, what's all this talk about?
All this talk about it
Spinning down, down, down, down, down
All this talk about
Endless words without
Nothing's done
Mother, father do you know
Why one man's belly overflows
Another sleeps in hunger's bed
Oh, we trade our world for a piece of bread
Oh Mother, father please explain to me
How this rare world's come to be
A place so full of color yet overflowing
Always in black and white
Drowning in the waters of our...
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be
While still blessed in all the things we see
Such a sad, sad home for you and me
Come out, and hold,
Come on out you
Come on out you
Come and save yourself
Come on out you
Come on we're taking the water
We're taken the water
We're taken the water
But you know
We got the freedom
We got the freedom
There's no God above
And no hell below
Oh, it's here with us
It's up to us
To keep afloat
How this sweet world has come to be
Oh to keep afloat
Mother, father please explain to me
How this rare world has come to be
Oh, let the blue planet
Let the blue planet
Mother, father please explain to me
Mother, father please explain
~DMB
Thursday, October 03, 2002
Can you see why I'm annoyed? Because I've been reminded of the hurt I've inflicted, and yet it was something I'd done because I wanted to protect myself.
we all feel a little guilty sometimes. I suppose it's for the better, because then we stop right where we are and cross-examine ourselves. We've had a lot going for us, we are lucky people. So what? Thinking about what makes you guilty does not change what you have done or what you haven't done, what you have or what you don't have. My advice is to embrace that guilt.
~Angie
We are soulsisters babe. You read my mind. Or what i sould have seen before...
I learnt something new about myself today.
"I cannot (not would not) honestly, willingly try to be commited to someone, without knowing that he is the one. Without such confirmation, I will always doubt, be unsure, and unhappy. "
I hope that I'm right. There's nothing worse then being wrong about yourself...
So i'll just sit tight and wait...
When somebody loves you
It's no good unless he loves you - all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you - all the way
Taller than the tallest tree is
That's how it's got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue see is
That's how deep it goes - if its real
When somebody needs you
It's no good unless he needs you - all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in between years - come what may
Who know where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you'll let me love you
It's for sure I'm gonna love you - all the way, all the way
~ Frank Sinatra
we all feel a little guilty sometimes. I suppose it's for the better, because then we stop right where we are and cross-examine ourselves. We've had a lot going for us, we are lucky people. So what? Thinking about what makes you guilty does not change what you have done or what you haven't done, what you have or what you don't have. My advice is to embrace that guilt.
~Angie
We are soulsisters babe. You read my mind. Or what i sould have seen before...
I learnt something new about myself today.
"I cannot (not would not) honestly, willingly try to be commited to someone, without knowing that he is the one. Without such confirmation, I will always doubt, be unsure, and unhappy. "
I hope that I'm right. There's nothing worse then being wrong about yourself...
So i'll just sit tight and wait...
When somebody loves you
It's no good unless he loves you - all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you - all the way
Taller than the tallest tree is
That's how it's got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue see is
That's how deep it goes - if its real
When somebody needs you
It's no good unless he needs you - all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in between years - come what may
Who know where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you'll let me love you
It's for sure I'm gonna love you - all the way, all the way
~ Frank Sinatra
10 Things I Hate About YOU
My pet Peeves (just to humour both of you darlings)
1. Construction Noise
2. People whose vocab lacks "Let's-take-initiative"
3. People whose vocab only consists of "Bow-to-ME-slave"
4. Missing the bus. (especially when the bus stop is just outside your gate and you helplessly watch it roar pass your face while struggling with your shoes.)
5. Struggling with my shoes
6. Knowing that you've got to put the phone down (and you want to) but just being unabled to do so.
7. Being too tired to concentrate in class
8. Being less then i COULD have been...
9. Hating that fact that I am less then i could have been
10. Having so much to say, and nothing to talk about.
My pet Peeves (just to humour both of you darlings)
1. Construction Noise
2. People whose vocab lacks "Let's-take-initiative"
3. People whose vocab only consists of "Bow-to-ME-slave"
4. Missing the bus. (especially when the bus stop is just outside your gate and you helplessly watch it roar pass your face while struggling with your shoes.)
5. Struggling with my shoes
6. Knowing that you've got to put the phone down (and you want to) but just being unabled to do so.
7. Being too tired to concentrate in class
8. Being less then i COULD have been...
9. Hating that fact that I am less then i could have been
10. Having so much to say, and nothing to talk about.
Wednesday, October 02, 2002
*Bang bang* head shot
..................................................that makes 2 of us
Once again you hit the bulls eye. And over sms! My, what archery!
Yes i cannot come to terms with or justify what i did, and it's hard when it's you.
But then again "it's not about me, it's about you. You need to think."
And yes feelings are dionysian. "... cannot be rationalised or controlled the way you would like to"
Today I had a conversation with a very sympathatic imaginary young man.
why do i have a ready supply of tender souls to destroy?
why do they keep flinging themselves at me?
why don't i ever wake up utterly alone?
Deserted? Unloved?
Why can't I understand how the lonely feel?
Why am i so god-damned lucky?
The guilt springs from a fortune undeserved.
"Guilt is not moving on with either of them"
I deserved neither.
............................. I couldn't even handle what I had
So i resort to begging to be controlled. For I'm too much for me to handle
Or to weak to handle myself...
Don't let me do that again
Mercy .... "You can't Hannah, i've been used, wasted and pushed around before. But i've grown since then. You won't."
..................................................that makes 2 of us
Once again you hit the bulls eye. And over sms! My, what archery!
Yes i cannot come to terms with or justify what i did, and it's hard when it's you.
But then again "it's not about me, it's about you. You need to think."
And yes feelings are dionysian. "... cannot be rationalised or controlled the way you would like to"
Today I had a conversation with a very sympathatic imaginary young man.
why do i have a ready supply of tender souls to destroy?
why do they keep flinging themselves at me?
why don't i ever wake up utterly alone?
Deserted? Unloved?
Why can't I understand how the lonely feel?
Why am i so god-damned lucky?
The guilt springs from a fortune undeserved.
"Guilt is not moving on with either of them"
I deserved neither.
............................. I couldn't even handle what I had
So i resort to begging to be controlled. For I'm too much for me to handle
Or to weak to handle myself...
Don't let me do that again
Mercy .... "You can't Hannah, i've been used, wasted and pushed around before. But i've grown since then. You won't."
Tuesday, October 01, 2002
Monday, September 30, 2002
By the way Andrea... Ass A wins.
Use Pledge Wood Floor Cleaner directly from the bottle
Think I should down the whole thing? I would... save for you.
You've been so kind and generous
I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness, I'm in debt to you
For your selflessness, my admiration
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound
I'm bound to thank you for it
You've been so kind and generous
I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness, I'm in debt to you
And I never could have come, this far without you
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound
I'm bound to thank you for it
Oh, I want to thank you for so many gifts you gave
The love, the tenderness, I wanna thank you
I want to thank you for your generosity, the love
And the honesty that you gave me
I want to thank you show my gratitude
My love, and my respect for you, I want to thank you
Oh, I want to thank you, thank you; thank you, thank you
I want to thank you, thank you; thank you, thank you
-Kind and Generous ~ Natalie Merchant.-
Use Pledge Wood Floor Cleaner directly from the bottle
Think I should down the whole thing? I would... save for you.
You've been so kind and generous
I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness, I'm in debt to you
For your selflessness, my admiration
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound
I'm bound to thank you for it
You've been so kind and generous
I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness, I'm in debt to you
And I never could have come, this far without you
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound
I'm bound to thank you for it
Oh, I want to thank you for so many gifts you gave
The love, the tenderness, I wanna thank you
I want to thank you for your generosity, the love
And the honesty that you gave me
I want to thank you show my gratitude
My love, and my respect for you, I want to thank you
Oh, I want to thank you, thank you; thank you, thank you
I want to thank you, thank you; thank you, thank you
-Kind and Generous ~ Natalie Merchant.-
Sunday, September 29, 2002
Angie: I know that some things we want are way out of our control. I also know that what I have now is sufficient for me to get through my life. God will never put on my shoulders more than I can handle. And besides, everything [good or bad] happens for a reason. My wants are superfluous. My needs are fulfilled.
Dennis: It's just the way things work. I just hate going thru life.. but i know its in His hands, And the end will be good. I just hope i can stand by faith in God
Me: So human, so brave, so sad yet so commendably trusting we are. I'm desprately trying to force myself to hold onto His hand, but knowing something does not indicate having experinced it, or beliving it. Beliefs translate into attitudes then actions then lives. My life isn't a testimony of personal faith, my struggles can testify can't they? God give me strengh not year by year... but day by day... and give me faith so We'll be safe...
I pray you'll be our eyes, and watch us where we go
And help us to be wise in times when we don't know
Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way
Lead us to the place, guide us with your grace
To a place where we'll be safe
I pray we'll find your light, and hold it in our hearts
When stars go out each night,
remind us where you are
Let this be our prayer, when shadows fill our day
Help us find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
A world where pain and sorrow will be ended
And every heart that's broken will be mended
And we'll remember we are all God's children
Reaching out to touch you
Reaching to the sky
We ask that life be kind, and watch us from above
We hope each soul will find another soul to love
Let this be our prayer, just like every child
Who needs to find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
Needs to find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
-The Prayer-
Dennis: It's just the way things work. I just hate going thru life.. but i know its in His hands, And the end will be good. I just hope i can stand by faith in God
Me: So human, so brave, so sad yet so commendably trusting we are. I'm desprately trying to force myself to hold onto His hand, but knowing something does not indicate having experinced it, or beliving it. Beliefs translate into attitudes then actions then lives. My life isn't a testimony of personal faith, my struggles can testify can't they? God give me strengh not year by year... but day by day... and give me faith so We'll be safe...
I pray you'll be our eyes, and watch us where we go
And help us to be wise in times when we don't know
Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way
Lead us to the place, guide us with your grace
To a place where we'll be safe
I pray we'll find your light, and hold it in our hearts
When stars go out each night,
remind us where you are
Let this be our prayer, when shadows fill our day
Help us find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
A world where pain and sorrow will be ended
And every heart that's broken will be mended
And we'll remember we are all God's children
Reaching out to touch you
Reaching to the sky
We ask that life be kind, and watch us from above
We hope each soul will find another soul to love
Let this be our prayer, just like every child
Who needs to find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
Needs to find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
-The Prayer-
