Wordnerd

I love that my brother used the word 'heinous' in a text message to me. That's the first time I've ever seen or heard anyone use it in conversation!

Searching

I think, at the core of it, most of us want to know and be known. Not in the sense of becoming famous, but for someone to see who we are -- the person we are inside. At the same time, we're afraid that if others were to see that person, they wouldn't like him or her, because we're all too aware of the myriad flaws and weaknesses we have, the ones we take pains to conceal and go to great lengths to ensure nobody will ever know of.

It's a catch-22 kind of situation. But it's why we're always reaching out for love, because we know only love can forgive the ugliness that resides within us... and more than forgive: it embraces the whole person, imperfections and all.

Never alone

This song always soothes me.


Bapa Yang Kekal, by Franky Sihombing

English translation:

I have received perfect love from You
Not because of any good in me
But only because of Your grace
You restore me
You make me worthy to call You "Father"

Whatever I ask, You provide
The moment I seek, I find
When I knock on Your door, You open it
Because You are my Father
My everlasting Father

You will never let me walk alone
You are always there for me
Because You are my Father
My everlasting Father

Coveting her words

"She had the lollipop proportions of a model -- big head, stick figure -- pale skin, wintergreen eyes, and a nose barely big enough to breathe out of." -Melissa Bank, The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing

Fantastic description, isn't it? On a separate note, The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing has to be the most misleading title ever. I'd never have picked it up if I'd seen it on a shelf; I'd have thought it was another one of those boring how-to nature books.

It's hard work being this attractive

This Questionable Content strip reminded me of the impossible time I have trying to choose new spectacle frames. I'm hopelessly myopic, so much so that my parents could sit across the table from me and I wouldn't be able to recognise them without my glasses on. So imagine me slipping on a pair of frames at the optometrists' and squinting into a mirror one inch away from my nose.

It's sheer coincidence that none of my glasses so far have sucked or made me look like Medusa or something.

Still celebrating!

Ohohohohoho. Durian. *mmmhmmmmm*

Birthday birthday birthday!!! *virtual cartwheels*

It's my birthday! So now you know why the trippy post yesterday. *grins*  I love birthdays... even though they're often accompanied by just a teensy dash of melancholy -- but this year there is nothing to mar my delight and I'm just so happy! *twirls around*

32 sounds like a good number, doesn't it? I've always liked even numbers for some reason. 30 was too portentious, like "oh my God I'm no longer in my 20s", but 32 is really nice. If it were a person, it'd be wriggling its bottom and settling more comfortably into its seat, closing its eyes and contemplating the next 8 years with a contented smile on its face.

I do know I'm totally overanalysing, but I don't care. It's my birthday! :p

One of the reasons I love my birthday is that in recent years it's become a time to celebrate life... my life, specifically (d'oh, who else's, right?). It's a time when I look back and marvel at how faithful God has been to me. After all these years, to have reached a place of contentment and to be at peace with who I am -- that's a very precious thing. I highly recommend the 30s: you're more comfortable in your own skin, you're not as much of an ass or as silly and giddy as you were before, and although it's balanced by financial responsibilities and having to be all grown up, there are ample compensations. Ample.

Summary: God is good, I feel very blessed, life is wonderful, and it's my birthday!! *twirls around some more*