Ecclesiastes 11:7

dulce lumen et delectabile est oculis videre solem

Truly the light is sweet, And it is pleasant for the eyes to behold the sun;

.. very sweet :)

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6 full days
yes, just for you

con·se·crate ( P ) Pronunciation Key (kns-krt)
tr.v. con·se·crat·ed, con·se·crat·ing, con·se·crates

1. To declare or set apart as sacred: consecrate a church.
2. Christianity.
   1. To produce the ritual transformation of (the elements of the Eucharist) into the body and blood of Jesus.
   2. To sanctify (bread and wine) for use in Communion.
   3. To initiate (a priest) into the order of bishops.
3. To dedicate solemnly to a service or goal. See Synonyms at devote.
4. To make venerable; hallow: a tradition consecrated by time.

adj.

Dedicated to a sacred purpose; sanctified.

set apart as sacred

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interesting how what i initially thought was drowning me,
had actually floated me to the surface (or closer to the surface)
but that's how it always seems to be
maybe i'm just too one-wayed
i just gotta keep reminding myself to look two ways

and to continue staying afloat

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it's just not very pleasant to put yourself out there
only to be judged and worst,
found wanting.

i hope you'll understand.

(yes by that i mean please be sensitive)

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cell emphasis week tmr! !!!
so exciting!!!
remember this, girls:
boys are nothing but TROUBLE!

so this is it

into the fifth

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but how should it be different?

yes i went to check out the archives cheryl put up for tkgcell blog.
and i was flooded with emotion. especially that of remembrance.
it definately was a huge part of my life, one i sowed into

seeing it go from 1 to 2, better yet
seeing them grow from weak to mighty

i miss it.
have i let it go yet?
worst, has it let go of me yet?

i just pray that i haven't, it hasn't, and so it's time for a new level, a new dimension of leadership.

that's right, step into the fifth dimension.

beautiful.

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i gotta admit it still grips me hard
and i've yet to place a finger on it yet

it's dangerous

the only restrain probably being hope.

hope? of what

i don't really know.

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There was planted a row of 5 Trees
Each neatly beside the other
They all had glorious green leaves
And a majestic crown of reds atop
How politely they smiled
As they shared soil and sun

O need we compete?
Might I grow strong and you,
Brother, look feeble?
I won't be Beautiful,
Only Despicable, won't I?

So that was how they grew
Each bowing to the other
No strong pushed no weak
For there were no strengths
Only brothers and sisters and smiles
And so they thought (sweetly)

Look! Such a queer 5!
Tell me, mommy, why?
Of all the rows of trees here,
These are short and how strange,
They're all of the same shortness!

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what a pleasant surprise
thank you :)

so this is it