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It is well with my soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Words by Horatio G. Spafford, 1873

The words to this hymn was written after two major traumas in Spafford’s life. The first was the Great Chicago Fire of October 1871, which ruined him financially. Shortly after, while crossing the Atlantic, all four of Spafford’s daughters died in a collision with another ship. Spafford’s wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram: “SAVED ALONE.” Several weeks later, as Spafford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daughters died, he was inspired to write these words.

When we sang this song during service today, I could not help but cry. Imagine going through two great traumas including having to face the death of his four daughters, and still being able to write “It is well with my soul”, what more can I say with my trivial problems? I should be ashamed of myself for complaining.

Reflections turn my world to stone

Credits to deviantart

Simply, that fleeting image

Was enough to open the Pandora box of emotions within me

Silently, the reflections turn my world to stone

And in the end,

All I have is me and me alone.

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Emotions have taken on a whole new level.

I don’t know what is going on anymore.

I try to make sense of everything around me, but I can’t. All these signs and question marks are driving me nuts. I don’t remember doing anything remotely special or fascinating. Everything was simply platonic from the start.

So why does one come after another?

All I want is to be alone myself. Enough is enough.

Let me disappear awhile.

Slowly letting you go. 

Blessed are the forgetful

Sick. Down with flu Stuck at home.

So I caught up with my DVDs. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

BEST movie I watched ever (other than LOTR and Sleepy Hollow). Jim Carrey rocks. I love Kate Winslet’s hair.

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. Each prayer and each wish resigned.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

But I wonder how some people can just forget everything and move on as if nothing happened? All the memories, all the time, all the “love”… just thrown away like that.

Then I caught up with Grey’s Anatomy Season4 as well. I’ve finished episode 10, and was seriously freaking out at the ending of episode 9. Ok, only Grey’s fans know what I’m talking about. -.-

But I’m just so, so sad about Cristina and Burke.

Reminisce

Seems like I tend to use this word more often than I should.

All are simply memories now, part of the past, no longer of the present nor the future.

Met Mrs Gay today at Eastpoint while having lunch. What a surprise. Although we didn’t really like her during JC, I still felt a pang of familiarity when I saw her. She asked me where the rest of S06-ers went, whether I knew who is studying at where, whether I’m doing fine in S|\/|U.. she still seemed genuinely concerned about us even after a year. Wow, I realized the A’levels are just over – so it is exactly a year ever since we left TPJC. How we have come so far.

Anyway she has long hair now – haha. She looks older now though, and I also feel that I’ve also grown a lot since JC – not only in appearance-wise (eh but well I haven’t grown much vertically either -.-), but also emotionally and mentally. JC and Secondary school feels so much more sheltered, protected, safe. While in university, we meet all sorts of people – whether we like or not…

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Well as I’ve mentioned, what’s in the memories are part of the past, no longer in the present, and perhaps never in the future. That’s why we cherish them.