My Prayer

Lord,
Please give me love where there is hate.
Give me forgiveness where there is anger.
Give me clarity of mind when I am blinded by the moment.
Give me self-control even when I feel I shall explode.
Give me your eyes when my own blind me.
Give me perseverence when I want to give up.
And most of all, Lord. Give me hope when I despair. Reassure me that the sun will always rise anew and that your mercy is unending.
This is not the end, but the beginning. Make it yours, for I am yours.
With love and undying adoration,
Your little princess.
P.S. Thanks for the little slap upside the head, it helped.

Chris Rice - Untitled Hymn (Come To Jesus)

Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O, raise your head,
for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus and live!

Now your burden's lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain, so
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus and live!

And like a newborn baby
Don't be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk
Sometimes we fall...so
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus and live!

Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus and live!

O, and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can't contain your joy inside, then
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus and live!

And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world goodbye
Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory's side, and
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus and live!

4 weeks! Not like I'm counting.. of course. ^__~

so many things to do and sort out before then. *Grimaces* And, yet, somehow it will all turn out. Somehow I will keep going, and you will, too.

Everything else will slowly fade away as understanding and realization come pieces at a time.

Somehow, we will survive. We'll move on and before long, we won't even remember today.

I love you now, but will I love you in a week from now?
We are best friends now, but what will happen when we go our seperate ways?

Charity: Call my parents.

What is it?

Love. An enigma.

Why do you love someone? For some of you, why do you love me? What makes me worthy of your love?

Let's say that you love me for my looks. In that case, what's the difference between me and anyone else? I can show you a lot of people with brown, super-curly hair. I can show you even more people with blue eyes and freckles. What makes my looks any different from the next person? Nothing.

Let's say that, for some strange reason, you love me for some character trait. But what of my character traits are so special? All can be found in others! What is it about me that draws your love? Perhaps I'm confused.. must be all this jet lag. haha. That was one whirlwind trip.

If I had a clone.. would you still pick me? What if there's someone just like me.. would you still pick me?

In short, why me?

Another look at English..

..from a kindergartener's point of view. When a little kid asks you how to spell a word, it's too easy for you to just tell them how to spell it. Rather, you are supposed to tell them to sound it out. Well, here's a list of a little girl's favorite things...

bala
socr
tunasisx
simeng
scl
hom
cismis
houweing

I admire her brave attempt.. but can you tell what they are? ;P

Pretending

We dance around each other, avoiding the truth. Our friendship grows nonetheless, but the skeleton in the closet stays. That thing which we have pushed behind us. That thing we refuse to talk about.

Then, one day, through much coaxing, the closet is opened and the skeleton disintigrates into dust. Suddenly, we are no longer dancing around the truth in circles but have come to stand in the middle. We stand there, looking at each other. The truth has not changed, but now we have acknowledged it. Nothing changes except our perception. There is a danger in not knowing what is to come and how it will all turn out. And yet, there is a sweetness to the truth. A wonderful joy in knowing that what you always suspected is true. A feeling of companionship in knowing that someone else inhabits the very same hole that you fell into, oh, so long ago.

=] "I live in my own little world.. but it's okay! They know me here."

Ways to tell that your dad is a teacher..

-- You're dad has his own private library..
-- When you are looking for textbooks, you find them in your dad's library...
-- You are asked to sell your dad's 1985 copy of the Physicians' Desk Reference which contains pictures of drugs they don't even use anymore! o_O

One Day Off

Today was my one day off. My one day to stay home. Nowhere to go. Noone to see. Wonderful.

haha.. I got 12 hours of sleep.. and could have slept more, but I didn't let myself go back to sleep again. >.<

Anyhoo.. I still want a nap... but I'll go to bed early or something to make up for it. It felt soooo good. *happy sigh*

Now, if only Mozilla would work... ...

T minus 11 Days.