(: i’m leaving, because i want to begin again. thank you for checking here, and thanks sam for hosting me, all these years.
farewell wordpress. maybe i will miss you when i’m gone. it was fun being lumi for a while, but for now i’m unbunny hopping all over cyberspace; hoping to slow down, now.
all my love,
amanda.
today i self-declared a breakfromwork because i am proud that 1) i finished one paper and 2) i have successfully redeemed my hair-cutting status after a few minor disasters with the scissors. i walked around orchard road for the first time in a long while with g. we ate sushi, examined unaffordable items of topshop/warehouse clothing and got tired after a while. 22 feels pretty old.
today i also bought alphabet tiles and spent the last of my money on gelato in a large paper cup being happy. this is in memory of how bad i am at scrabble grabble up word word games, and the two specific once-faulty keys on my key board. and you, of course.
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In Christ alone will I glory
Though I could pride myself
In battles won
For I’ve been blessed beyond measure
And by His strength alone, I overcome
Oh, I could stop and count successes
Like diamonds in my hands
But these trophies could not equal
To the grace, by which I standIn Christ alone will I glory
For only by His grace
I am redeemed
And only His tender mercy
Could reach beyond my weakness
To my need
Now I seek no greater honor
Than just to know Him more
And to count my gains but losses
And to the glory of my LordIn Christ alone
I place my trust
And find my glory
In the power of the cross
In every victory
Let it be said of me
My source of strength
My source of hope
Is Christ alone
have too much work to do that is not getting done just kill me now. i feel like i can sleep for days. that feeling. i also have this craving for good coffee that makes me smell bitter and vanilla on every waft of wind. oh yes, happy birthday to marff who was the very fortunate recipient of a mega present today. and i am still full from lunch.
so many adventures couldnt happen today
so many songs we forgot to play
so many dreams are swinging out of the blue
we let them come true
girl cookie, boy cookie, heaaaart. my friends sure have a sense of humour.
yesterday under dim lamplight i examined our hands, our interlocked fingers with a great curiosity. my black chipnailed fingers pale between his, a stubby lovely tan. it seemed to me like a foreign thing; i blinked at it, and turned it over from side to side. it looked foreign from all angles, such a curiously exhilarating, oddly shaped bundle of knuckles and nerves that somehow fit so perfectly palm against palm, like two pieces of a two-piece jigsaw - his, mine. (:
i tried to find a picture that would make me happier, something comforting, something pink. but most pictures i take are a little sad, the rest are kinda silly.
and then i tried to find a song; one that would smile, that would glow inside me and expand like cotton candy on a wheel. but i came across this one, the one that used to make me sit and stare so many years ago.
it’s not a good day, maybe. the only thing that’s settling within me now is the coffee, the lovely bitter spreading through my restless system, ever so gleefully. but i’m counting days down now, days measured in fingers, in cups of coffee i will drink before this ends. days measured in the rising itunes playcount of two specific songs, in the number of words i’ll spell out before i can say them face to face. the number of times i tell myself to not; (how can i not) miss you.
