eyes are opening.
Journal Entry: Mon May 5, 2008, 12:11 AM
- Mood:
Zest - Listening to: tegan & sara.
- Reading: dracula - just finished.
- Eating: oreos.
- Drinking: warm water in a mug.
[8 facts about myself -- tagged by ~kittywhiskas]
[1.] I've been finding myself in each passing day. It's a bit like resurfacing. Or being born. I went to a concert - Starfield, heard of them? - and somehow, in the craze and confusion of the mosh pit, of the jostling bodies moving as one, jumping, jumping, jumping for [literal] joy, all for God, I think I experienced a moment of waking. The lyrics, which I'd never really listened to in detail before, somehow seemed to really resound. It was a bit like finding my heartbeat, all over again. I think, and I pray, that God is slowly but surely pulling me out of this sinkhole of monotony that's been going on. There was no dramatic falling on my knees or blinding flash of light, but an awareness that grew as I sang my throat and lungs and heart raw.
[2.] I've realized how much I appreciate my true friends-- the ones that get me, understand me, accept me and love me despite my many flaws. The ones with who I could talk to forever and not get sick of. You may never read this, but this is to you: thank you. You are a God-given gift.
[3.] I may be becoming a coconut-tea addict.
[4.] The joy can be found in the little things. These 3-year-olds that teach me, their teacher, so much every other Sunday, in their joy and their incredible faith. One Sunday, I had one little boy, a solid dynamo by the name of Liam (wispy blonde hair, a rotund belly, and these huge, profound eyes), say innocently to me "I think I know what God looks like. I think He looks a little like you." The fact that this little boy saw God in me floored me so completely, I just gaped at him for a moment, perhaps causing him to doubt the sanity of his sunday school teacher (which is, by the way, already in question by many... ). That joy can be found at the aforementioned concert, in the midst of flying hair and BO. That it can be found in the return of sunshine, or watching the mannerisms (creeperish though this sounds) of people on the bus.
[5.] Procrastination, though horrific for my schoolwork (1.00 am and possibly doomed for my french project), can do wonders for my philosophical, creative, rambling side. Exhibit A.
[6.] I'm planning a trip with my wonderful friends to Europe in 2011, and I need to work up a fair sum by then. SO, I'm planning on piano teaching, busking, and selling some art. Long live the bohemian.
[7.] Just recently, a Tim Horton's ice cap tried to make me sick, with huge succes. Strangely enough, this hasn't really put a damper on my newly rediscovered enthusiasm. Perhaps it was a ploy to get me down again. Well. IT DIDN'T WORK. Haaa. It is with much, well, zest, that I can put this bouncing green smiley as my mood. Really, it's quite satisfying.
[8.] I am horribly behind on watching people (I have 539 deviations at the mo). Don't hold it against me. There's been wackloads of stuff going on. I'll catch up, I promise! Sorry, guys.
(So.. I think I turned this 8 facts thing more into 8 moments / realizations. Wooh for loopholes.)
Blessings and love.
Z.
Devious Comments
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
How goes the world?
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
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"When in doubt it's... FDR!!"
"Life is like a bucket of woodshavings... unless they're in a pail... then it's like a pail of wood shavings..."
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
Check out my journal
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"When in doubt it's... FDR!!"
"Life is like a bucket of woodshavings... unless they're in a pail... then it's like a pail of wood shavings..."
You're very very welcome.
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
POLICE!
Just kidding. Glad you found me, Mr. Ice Cream.
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
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Glaubst du an Wunder, die passiern?
Glaubst du an Zeichen, die geschickt werden?
Glaubst du an Engel, die erscheinen?
Glaubst an das LEBEN, das dich l i e b t ?
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If you can read this, you are not looking there --> [link]
Hm.. perhaps I shall add you.
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
Why, thank you. That's very kind of you.
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
haha, thankx
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"When in doubt it's... FDR!!"
"Life is like a bucket of woodshavings... unless they're in a pail... then it's like a pail of wood shavings..."
I'll be watching you too... :brings out stalker goggles:
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
and I'm watchin you
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"When in doubt it's... FDR!!"
"Life is like a bucket of woodshavings... unless they're in a pail... then it's like a pail of wood shavings..."
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
It was a lovely photo.
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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
I seriously feel flattered and unworthy that you wasted your time commenting and faving my nothing-special gallery.......
thanks..
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✿ Miréla K.
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