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Well... a time has come when novelty has worn off. I am going back to livejournal. Simply too cumbersome to maintain two blogs. Already so many things on my plate. I want to go art museum and let my imagination drift... |
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" You’re beautiful to me, You’ll be my song through all eternity You’re overtaking every part of me You’re beautiful to me" Tears that warm my cheeks. Is it expectations that failed? Or disappointment that cuts my heart? As I learn to calibrate my heart, it remain aching from where it fell. It's an indescribable mixture of peace and pain. Something I am so certain, yet disturbed. We are on a different page. If only you have the time to hear me out. For a moment, I thought you could have be a co author. I was misled. For now...I will only want to write God songs. Let these tears flow only for the one who loves me the most. |
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Purity is to will one thing. WOG washing over. Time and again. Refreshment. Vision. It feels like I am getting nearer. I want to get closer to God. The KOG is too busy and vast to mull over the imperfections of man. Kairos (καιρός) is an ancient Greek word meaning the "right or opportune moment". The ancient Greeks had two words for time, chronos and kairos. While the former refers to chronological or sequential time, the latter signifies "a time in between", a moment of undetermined period of time in which "something" special happens. What the special something is depends on who is using the word. While chronos is quantitative, kairos has a qualitative nature An ever increasing conviction. I am fighting against time. |
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Before she meet her prince, she first dance with the King. "Oh Please Daddy Please..." A princess's plea, a King's wince They would waltz and dance. The way she had wished. ....to be continued |
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I want to travel the world... take photos...videos... journal thoughts... road trips... random laughters... Be free spirited. |
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"So I will dance with Cinderella While she is here in my arms 'Cause I know something the prince never knew Oh I will dance with Cinderella I don't wanna miss even one song, Cuz all too soon the clock will strike midnight And she'll be gone" So many thoughts... Sometimes, I felt as if I lost the one person whom I really love so so so so so much. If only I knew, I would have made the most out of the time... |
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I love poetry. One of my old favs... Fear ; Despair I knew no fear when I first encountered Despair for I've not know her. Weeping women, helpless cries there his body lies. Despair came when he had left. She made herself comfortable, here, in my heart she dwells, She chased me away and gave me hell. She teaches ways of fear. My right hand scribbled notes on my left arm. Time had left, my notes remain Life will never be the same. Despair went on a holiday as I returned, to take my place In joy I leap as love never left my lips Oh no... She's coming back again... And my story begins... Chantel T 8/15/06 |
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An elusive syndrome. Novelty has it's way of perpetuating interest. I said I will not write here, but somehow I find it hard to resist. Who can resist such a clean canvas? To write, not to address to anyone but for anyone who chances upon this blog. No agenda, pure pleasure. Writing pleasure, reading pleasure. Poetry, prose, plays... Should the Lord give, I would share. Recluse has it's way of encapsulating beauty. Let this place be a time capsule to collect, recollect. |
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The theme song of late is "I don't want to be anything other than what I have trying to be lately... I'm tired of looking 'round rooms Wondering what I've got to do Or who I'm supposed to be I don't want to be anything other than me " Opened doors, closed doors, revolving doors of endless possibilities. Too many people saying different things. I search deeper into my heart. And conclude, I only want to go closer to God and seek his heart. The guitar, the keyboard, the music, the artsy fartsy randomities, education, minstry, people...flushed out with the tears. My eyes are still sore, but my heart is refreshed. If there is someone I need to win. It will be me. Fighting the bad habits, negative thought patterns. I want to be more Christ Like. Transcend. A vessel that transcend. There is simply so much more room for improvement. Looking forward the fasting and praying. Drawing closer. The truth is, doesn't matter what I do. As long as God's name is heard. |
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Sweet Melancholy of "merry christmas mr lawrence" playing in my mind over and over. It's the kind of melancholy overture that makes my heart ache and my lips smile. ahh... =) Recalling quotes of the day... "I am sick of doing what I had been doing all this while - which is nothing" "The heart of the issue is the issue of the heart" "Don't grieve your leader and God because your are spiritually immature." I am too tired to bother about anything that has got nothing to do with the Kingdom of God. I'm too busy for petty concerns...too busy... |