Tuesday, January 10, 2012

For Good ( From Wicked)

Blessed is the person who finds friends, real friends.



Elphaba):
I'm limited
Just look at me - I'm limited
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
So now it's up to you
For both of us - now it's up to you...

(Glinda):
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you...

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba):
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you

(Glinda):
Because I knew you

(Both):
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba):
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for

(Glinda):
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share

(Both):
And none of it seems to matter anymore

(Glinda):
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood

(Elphaba):
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood

(Both):
Who can say if I've been
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Resuming: Day 13 - MY BODY

WHAT? This has to be what I should write about the day I decide to reopen this blog?

I guess there's no running away from this. So, NO! I am not comfortable with my body. Oh, only the flabby tummy. The rest? I'm fine with them.

I dont have perfect arms, no perfect legs, imperfect face. But only by the Vogue Magazine's standards. By the standards of the Most High, I am perfect!

So, yes, I go about my day hoping I'd lose a pound but I don't stress it out. I watch what I eat (now) and (struggle to ) exercise but I don't really make a career out of it. I wish I could wear form fitting clothes, or the least, clothes off the rack but I am right now fine with what I have. Or at least, I can still shuffle my clothes and pull off a decent and interesting ensemble.

I thank God for my body. It's the only one I have.



P.S. I will try to write more regularly. I will probably write with a lot more heart in it.