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.Saturday, August 25, 2007 ; 9:47 PM -
.His Mercy is New everY mornInG.

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

Every phase of life is like a chapter in a book called (your name)'s life. It's up to us what to put inside. Will I put rainbows or rain clouds? Will I paint a thousand colors or leave it black and white? Who says the pages can't be filled with photos of the heart?
I wonder what will filled the chapter of my twenties and thirties. Fifty years later, will I smile when I flipped the pages?
Stepping into the unknown, like a child taking his first crawl. A personal odyssey into the unknown - what an apt theme for this year convocation. Honestly, I am scared venturing into the adult world. No, scared is an understatement. I am terrified with the idea of meeting targets, meeting clients, clinching business, etc, etc. Many times I wish to stay at where I am now - my comfort zone. Time and again I told myself, "it's time to grow up. It's time to take a step of faith into the working world." Thank God, His favor is always there. His mighty hands are always supporting me. I can afford to fail because my Lord is always there with me. His grace is sufficient for me to go whatever things I need to go through.
How silly I am, tearing because of the overwhelming fear of being offered a job ( I was mistaken. They didn't offer one in the end). Suddenly, I need to make decisions that probably will affect the next 5 years of my life. Again, thank God for counsels and advices from people around me.
My part is the plant and water. God's part is to produce the increase/result. My part is do my best in every single resume that I have sent and every single interviews that I have attended. God's part is to lead me to the right door and give me the courage to pass through that door. Again, His grace is sufficient for me no matter what are my circumstances.







THAT GIRL;Y

~KatZ~

BREAK THE SLIENCE;Y







APPLAUSE;Y

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