why does batman wear a cape?
and i'm serious - why does he? so he can fly? so he can properly look like a bat?
jon, batman fan that he is, will probably kill me for asking such a strange question - all boys who like batman probably have this cape fetish thing going on. after all, it is the easiest part of the superhero costume to replicate - just use a big towel or a bedsheet lor.
but i was watching a bit of batman begins just now and there was this bit when christian bale got set on fire by the scarecrow and he jumped out of the window into a puddle (it was raining, how convenient) and his cape got all wet and he ended up looking rather bedraggled. the cape was all crumpled up like cloth when it's wet, you know? i mean, why couldn't he have made it waterproof or something? how to fly like that also?
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don't know how hard it's going to be to keep finding pieces of peace next time, but i do know we'll be together, and that's what matters and what's the most important. so long as we keep choosing true love, and we keep choosing God.
the night before evidence i decided that i had to take myself out for a walk because reading the house at pooh corner before i went to sleep wasn't proving sufficient to take my mind off evidence.
it hasn't been the easiest of weeks, i've been living eating breathing evidence - it was the first thing i thought of when i woke up in the morning and last thing i thought of at night. how to do well like that? because honestly i do think we need to get our minds off things totally, if we want to them well when they actually come around.
and so, as i was saying, i took myself out for a walk with my mp3 player.
before i go on though, i'd like to say sorry to rui for swearing after evidence. i would take it back if i could, but since i can't, i'll just apologise here. it wasn't that the paper was bad, i was just so tired and exhausted (i couldn't believe i did THREE hypos) and there wasn't anything else left to say. but yes, i shouldn't have, because it's not something God would have wanted me to do.
there's only one cd i've been listening to lately, and that's kathy troccoli's draw me closer. that's where my life is in Your hands is from, and it's a wonderful song, it is.
i walked all the way to the top of the hill near my house, and as i turned the corner so i'd make one round around my estate i looked up at the sky, and the moon was there, full and glowing like a full moon should. it was rather cloudy too, but the clouds were moving past the moon and it'd be shining clearly one moment and clouded over the next. just like the lyrics of the song:
and though i may not see clearly
i will lift my voice and sing, 'cause Your love does amazing things
Lord i know, my life is in Your hands.
when the clouds were moving across the moon, i couldn't see it clearly - but then they moved across and over the moon (were they really, or did it just look like that from where i was?) and the moon was there, clear, until the clouds moved across it again. i stood there looking at the sky and listening to the song for about two minutes or so, and i finally felt at peace again.
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thursday i decided to stay home instead of going to school to study, and i spent a fair bit of the morning with e flat major sevenths on the piano, along with a certain song written by a certain somebody. and although it really affected me, recording it, i'm glad i did because it was the beginning of my getting my mind off evidence and a reminder that there's so much more to live for.
i went for a run wednesday evening, and i stood at the overhead bridge looking at - again - a cloudy moon, on my way back home. it wasn't quite dark yet, the last vestiges of the sunny day were being absorbed by the impending inkiness of the night, kinda like how when you leave your highlighter uncapped with the nib on a piece of paper, and all the ink gets slowly absorbed away. i wasn't wearing my spectacles so everything looked a bit blurry, and the headlights of cars looked like they were weaving in and out of the trees by themselves.
they were nice, these pieces of peace.
and i'm serious - why does he? so he can fly? so he can properly look like a bat?
jon, batman fan that he is, will probably kill me for asking such a strange question - all boys who like batman probably have this cape fetish thing going on. after all, it is the easiest part of the superhero costume to replicate - just use a big towel or a bedsheet lor.
but i was watching a bit of batman begins just now and there was this bit when christian bale got set on fire by the scarecrow and he jumped out of the window into a puddle (it was raining, how convenient) and his cape got all wet and he ended up looking rather bedraggled. the cape was all crumpled up like cloth when it's wet, you know? i mean, why couldn't he have made it waterproof or something? how to fly like that also?
***
don't know how hard it's going to be to keep finding pieces of peace next time, but i do know we'll be together, and that's what matters and what's the most important. so long as we keep choosing true love, and we keep choosing God.
the night before evidence i decided that i had to take myself out for a walk because reading the house at pooh corner before i went to sleep wasn't proving sufficient to take my mind off evidence.
it hasn't been the easiest of weeks, i've been living eating breathing evidence - it was the first thing i thought of when i woke up in the morning and last thing i thought of at night. how to do well like that? because honestly i do think we need to get our minds off things totally, if we want to them well when they actually come around.
and so, as i was saying, i took myself out for a walk with my mp3 player.
before i go on though, i'd like to say sorry to rui for swearing after evidence. i would take it back if i could, but since i can't, i'll just apologise here. it wasn't that the paper was bad, i was just so tired and exhausted (i couldn't believe i did THREE hypos) and there wasn't anything else left to say. but yes, i shouldn't have, because it's not something God would have wanted me to do.
there's only one cd i've been listening to lately, and that's kathy troccoli's draw me closer. that's where my life is in Your hands is from, and it's a wonderful song, it is.
i walked all the way to the top of the hill near my house, and as i turned the corner so i'd make one round around my estate i looked up at the sky, and the moon was there, full and glowing like a full moon should. it was rather cloudy too, but the clouds were moving past the moon and it'd be shining clearly one moment and clouded over the next. just like the lyrics of the song:
and though i may not see clearly
i will lift my voice and sing, 'cause Your love does amazing things
Lord i know, my life is in Your hands.
when the clouds were moving across the moon, i couldn't see it clearly - but then they moved across and over the moon (were they really, or did it just look like that from where i was?) and the moon was there, clear, until the clouds moved across it again. i stood there looking at the sky and listening to the song for about two minutes or so, and i finally felt at peace again.
***
thursday i decided to stay home instead of going to school to study, and i spent a fair bit of the morning with e flat major sevenths on the piano, along with a certain song written by a certain somebody. and although it really affected me, recording it, i'm glad i did because it was the beginning of my getting my mind off evidence and a reminder that there's so much more to live for.
i went for a run wednesday evening, and i stood at the overhead bridge looking at - again - a cloudy moon, on my way back home. it wasn't quite dark yet, the last vestiges of the sunny day were being absorbed by the impending inkiness of the night, kinda like how when you leave your highlighter uncapped with the nib on a piece of paper, and all the ink gets slowly absorbed away. i wasn't wearing my spectacles so everything looked a bit blurry, and the headlights of cars looked like they were weaving in and out of the trees by themselves.
they were nice, these pieces of peace.
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