Thursday, December 29, 2005

I Just love it

Abba: The Winner takes it all

I don't wanna talk
About the things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history


I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play


The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny


I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence

Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear

The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain.

But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?

Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed


The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low

The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all


I don't wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand


I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence


But you see

The winner takes it all.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

To God, Please read this whenever You have time.

A Filthy heart is mine, a twisted road, I am blind. Why do you tolerate me and my filthiness all this time? Why are you so merciful and patient all the time? You know I am a useless vine. Why? WHY? You say You love me. I can`t believe it though it's the only motive that makes sense. I wish I could. Can You make me Believe? Can You change my heart. Reach down and cleanse its filthiness. My dirt and shame? You already did, Can You do it again? Disturbed minded creature, so lonely and trapped inside its unconscious scars of the past and its pre-existence, trapped in death and vanity, in fainting daydreams. Me. Can You break through to me? Make the unexpected come true, the impossible to be available abundantly? Can You.. Help me God? Can You Love me? Find me? Seek me and rescue me? Free me? Release me from the sin that dwells in my body mind and will. Desire and determination. Instinct and inclination. Can You? Can You break all my enemies? Fortify my walls? Settle peace for my people? Can You make me a child again? Pure without sin? Can You give me back what I lost, all those years that have gone away in vain? My health, my strength, myself? Can You bring back all that was damaged? All that was broken? All that was smashed against the walls of me? Or bring me a long sleep to eternity. For it will be like nothing to live as I do. My life is another zero. Like this.

God, if You wont change me nothing ever will. Somehow I know u will ..

Saturday, December 3, 2005

Post Operation

Yep, I am alive!
The LORD my God saved me and carried me with love all the way through. No pain though everything hurt. No Lonleliness though I was all by myself. No fear though it was a matter of life and death. My God carried me all through. As the cavalry breaks through the foot soldiers, so did He!

Thank You God!
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