eunicee jotted on Sunday, October 28, 2007 @ 9:44 PM
adorned with jewels and satin,
paint coated nails and your powdered face,
smiling gleefully at the man you love,
God is a long forgotten memory of yours.
so, throw me back into the sea of innocence
where toy cars drove in their repetitive motion
and a time when barbie dolls were meant to have
their legs plucked and hair cut short
when family friends and school were nothing less than life,
and nothing else such as attraction between man was known.
but...
(yet), you should no longer walk as the rest of the Gentiles walk, in the futility of their mind, having their understanding darkened, being alienated from the life of God, because of the ignorance that is in them, because of the blindness of their heart... (hence) you put off, concerning your former conduct, the old man which grows corrupt according to the deceitful lusts, and be renewed in the spirit of your mind, and that you put on the new man which was created according to God, in true righteousness and holiness. -ephesians 4:17-24
press on in the renewing of your mind.
pics!
janice jotted on Saturday, October 20, 2007 @ 9:58 PM
im starting to love xuan's fisheye more and more. and her skills are getting better! here are some of the latest shots from my supersampler and her fisheye. enjoy!
SAC in twirly whirly
its falling!!!
super emo pic.. bu simply love it! :D
eunicee jotted on @ 9:53 PM
those who love the ones who do not love;
those who love the ones who once loved them.
an emptiness that can only be filled by God.
i wonder when God takes away all your friends at church, will you still desire to go to church?
you better did.
let me conquer my 100 pages of stats.
eunicee jotted on Wednesday, October 17, 2007 @ 11:59 PM
if i am going to see another email entitled "project report", i'm going to be so irritated.
eunicee jotted on @ 10:42 AM
my mind is like a jukebox. it's playing music nonstop, switching music to accompany my moods and thoughts. the songs aren't selected; it's like a jukebox from nightmares&dreamscapes.
eunicee jotted on Tuesday, October 02, 2007 @ 11:37 PM
there is a cat meowing along the corridor of my house.
for love, it calls.
for food, it asks.
for acceptance, it tries.
maybe even just a rub on the belly, it desires.
loneliness, it faces.
abandoned, it is.
desperation, it feels.
cold, it fights.
till it caves into hopelessness,
and paws away.
as an abandoned child.
and some neighbour is meowing along with it.
i feel like the tongue of my brain is caught and tied up today.
