Soap for Jesus

Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day, you gave it away This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special. Once bitten and twice shy, I keep my distance but you still catch my eye. Tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me Merry Christmas, I wrapped it up and sent it With a note saying 'I love you'; I meant it. Now I know what a fool I've been, But if you kiss me now, I know you'd fool me again. Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day, you gave it away This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special. Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day, you gave it away This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special. A crowded room and friends with tired eyes I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice My ***, I thought you were someone to rely on Me, I guess I was a shoulder to cry on. A face on a lover with a fire in hi

Considering the messes I'm making online as well as off...I'm staying online until after Christmas and then, God willing, with the potential of a job, I'll be mostly offline, sticking to two or three daily tweets, a blog or so and the story we're working on. http://snapshotsthestory.blogspot.com I will probably be on chat, but rarely if ever as visible. People I invite to talk to me when they are online, whether I appear to be or not, are Kiehl, Shayna, Jess, Eagles, Alexis, Aimee, Nick, Taylor, Stephanie, Katherine, Laura, Drew, Dirk, Greg, Holly, Jake and Katie. Well, those are the invitations I extend. :P About 7 will be taken up. God willing, see you in Kansas next year, Yanks. ~Jane Oh, for those of you who doubt I will - remember I left OYAN.

Very cleverly, David Horowitz manages to turn this young female student's question to point a bullet at her own head, while showing other Americans exactly what type of people are taking over their country.

Skyping earlier with a girl friend of mine, who recently broke off a developing close friendship with a mutual guy friend, lead to some serious thinking. She didn't break off with him because she was attracted to him or was in danger of losing her heart to him. She did it simply because he was a boy, and she was a girl, and she didn't think she should be that close to a guy. And yes, this principle hurts. I know. I've been through it, and still am. No, I'm not condemning people's consciences. I'm simply expressing my own thoughts. My ideal of a perfect world is where there aren't stupid blocks because of gender. The world starts off attempting to start children at age 3 with treating boys like potential boyfriends and partners in illicit behaviour. Christians tend to go to one of two extremes; throw up a barrier that blocks practically all but the barest minimum of communication between boys and girls, or else behave in a manner that's cheaper than the w

Thinking about whether to flick the central heating on...but my sister says it's already too warm. I'm freezing though, sitting here curled up on the posh mauve pink chair in my fluffy baby pink dressing gown over my schoolgirl pinafore. Ooh, aren't there some dressing gowns you adore! I guess I'm sitting here scribbling for lack of motivation to do anything. I mean, I need to doctor some photos, write a story, write a poem on snow, and write other blogs with more meaning. Just in a lazy mood and not doing it. :P My baby niece, Ayanna, is lying in front of me, asleep on her bouncing chair. I am balanced on the edge of the seat with one foot on the wire edging, ready to start rocking again if she stirs (which is occurring every few minutes!). My sister lies huddled up to my right on our sofa bed, asleep; exhausted by long feeds, very little sleep, stress and depression. On the final Friday of my two-week sojourn at my sister's to help her round the house and provide

Copying this from my Buzz. Getting involved with flirtations to get out of pain. 1 - It's extremely selfish. When you get so introverted you're only focusing on getting the benefits of a relationship to hide from pain, it's selfish. But you're too introverted to see it. 2 - It's like dope. A happiness drug. For the momentary highs of it, you keep doing it. 3 - It gets you involved in a whirlwind that you don't have to think about. 4 - It keeps you searching for the one true thing that will stop you searching that you never find. (Only Christ can fulfill). 5 - It teaches you to stay distant from true love (only sourced in God).

So. The big day arrived...and the girl who swore she wouldn't cry, cried. Mom said I looked like Rudolf at the end. I managed to get through final, and would've done it all. But my two dearest friends there, my adopted brother and sister, Cadets Mike H and Shannon Y, hugged and held me at the end, not letting me go. Mikey looked as troubled as a guy can look without bursting into tears. And as I held them both, my eyes trickled. :P :) As I'm still attending occasional weekend events, I'm likely to see most of the others again - until the end of the year. Mike rarely attends weekend events, and since my college days have swapped, we won't be meeting at college any more. So my little brother and little sister walk out of my life... And what is the most ironic thing is that this is precisely one year, minus two days, since ex Sgt Andy B walked out of the Squadron. I am leaving precisely one year after the last of the Bs...the old CO's son...the CO who I supported t

So! After that last blog, I really have to do the follow up photos before getting on with my multitudinous other blog posts. I mean, this whole morning is devoted to blogging...and I need to look up exam papers and work on my CV too. Argh! :P Well! Last Thursday or rather, two Thursdays ago - day after Miss Ayanna made her appearance into this chilly world of ours - Grandma, Grandpa Jeff and Auntie Sian made their way over to the Safari household, just as soon as they were back from hospital. I'm glad Sam and Dennis have given Dad that title. To Jamie and George, Dad is known as "Uncle Boo" (from peek-a-boo ;) ), as he is only "stepdad" to Simon and Sam, and Si was 16 and Sam 10 when Dad married our Mom. So it really is nice that with both sets of Ayanna's real grandparents alive, that they chose to give Dad that name. Rambling again, sorry! So here are the photos. Mommy got a little cross with Auntie cause Auntie kept flashing lights and Mommy thought Ayann