tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53986071075931678152024-03-14T04:02:55.150-07:00Roselind'MusingsLet me follow your destiny,
The one you designed for me.
My life;
every breathe,
every heartbeat,
Is a letter written to you.
My life is your channel,
Through which your blessings flow.
Use me, use me, use me.
Each little print,
a prayer fulfilled.Roselindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16521567217745711020noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398607107593167815.post-38252870848605083312024-01-12T02:43:00.000-08:002024-01-28T17:45:05.963-08:002024<p>I did not want (to go into) the new year</p><p>Afraid all the unfinished dreams,</p><p>Will again, knock</p><p>on my heart's door.</p><p><br /></p><p>Would it be fair, I asked</p><p>That, the reminders of yesteryears' sorrow,</p><p>are the unwelcome guests,</p><p>That, I sadly can't deny.</p><p><br /></p><p>Let my feet take speed,</p><p>Let they never waver,</p><p>Let their path be set.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rephrase by ChatGPT :)</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.25em; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I hesitated to step into the new year,
Fearing that all the dreams left undone
Would once more come knocking
At the door of my heart.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I wondered if it was fair,
That the reminders of past sorrows
Remain as unwelcome guests,
Whom I sadly cannot dismiss.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">May my feet quicken their pace,
May they never falter.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Roselindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16521567217745711020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398607107593167815.post-51718362881897138242023-02-02T06:08:00.000-08:002023-02-02T06:08:02.099-08:00Hope<p>Can she find peace</p><p>In the little things</p><p>Morning till dawn</p><p>Flickering hope disappears.</p><p>She will not surrender </p><p>Into the depth of her despair</p><p>Like the rustle of night wind</p><p>Her face ruptures in joy.</p><p>Hope will lead her home</p><p>To fields of glitter</p><p>Her arms open to receive </p><p>Her agony no more!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Roselindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16521567217745711020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398607107593167815.post-75471707170431984042022-12-15T17:48:00.002-08:002022-12-15T17:50:41.352-08:00Time lapse<p>The past sometimes is</p><p>Like a lost summer breeze,</p><p>Seductive in its abyss, yet</p><p>It is in that moment,</p><p>When the mind colludes with blank spaces</p><p>Ripping through the hollow of yesteryear</p><p>- Wherefore??</p><p> </p><p>How many years have passed? I</p><p>struggle to remember a time in my youth,</p><p>Traversing paddy mountains</p><p>Greeting elders toiling on days end,</p><p>Planting for their children and their children children,</p><p>A future stretching beyond,</p><p>in as far as the eyes can see</p><p>in as far as the river flows.</p><p> </p><p>I remember the beat of hope,</p><p>I had carried them over these mountains,</p><p>I hear them as lingering memories,</p><p>Over this field, that valley of flowing rivers,</p><p>Stringing mine to those of my ancestors of yore.</p><p> </p><p>Children stomped this valley aplenty</p><p>They roamed free, carelessly<br /></p><p>Through jungle path thick with hopes,</p><p>The forest schooled them,</p><p>Their little feet hurried, </p><p>Their gaze to the sky that shelters them, <br /></p><p>Far ahead was their destiny.</p><p><br /></p><p>Through these valleys,</p><p>Within these mountains,</p><p>Memories are kept alive,</p><p>Hopes planted</p><p>For one day the children will return,</p><p>To trod again the path that led them </p><p>there, and here</p><p>Because this now and then,</p><p>Belong to them,</p><p>Only for them.</p><p>Time passes.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/fWr8MCX0SrI" width="320" youtube-src-id="fWr8MCX0SrI"></iframe></div>if i run<p></p><p>do i run fast enough?</p><p>should i</p><p>run?</p><p>for many have walked</p><p>a similar path</p><p>their steps never falter <br /></p><p>where mine might.</p><p>yet this destiny,<br /></p><p>a desire</p><p>undefined</p><p>is somewhere out there</p><p>perhaps,</p><br /><p></p><p>if i run</p><p>fast enough</p><p>this destiny</p><p>will wait. </p><p>(Wan, R. 01012021)<br /></p><p> <br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <br /></p><p> <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> <br /></p>Roselindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16521567217745711020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398607107593167815.post-12583436219027639372020-06-18T05:25:00.003-07:002020-07-22T06:05:44.502-07:00It didn't, in fact, finished today. The corrections were all done in May, but it went through some internal processes that took a while to get through. Also, because of the movement control order with the Covid-19 situation, a lot of adjustment works were fighting for my attention. The corrections were just among layers of numerous things that demand time and space each day.<br />
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I learnt over time, that patience is the most reliable friend. One couldn't hope things to fall into place just by wishing it. Or just for praying hard for it.<br />
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It needs works. Focus. Sacrifice.<br />
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Hence, every day, a little bit each time. Not a whole paragraph. Sometimes, just a sentence. Or just a thought, think things through.<br />
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When one is patient, one gets the works done.<br />
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After almost 7 years, I know.<br />
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PhD<br />
January 2014 - June 2020.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">are like the throes of unfulfilled desires.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">(wherefore thou promises?)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">like the color of velvet kisses, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">on soft skin</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">caressing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">like spring seasons,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">of cold winter;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">do they blossom from dreams.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">twinges of pain,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">like the color of hope,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">will be her trusted friend.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Maybe,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">in heaven,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">not here.</span><br />
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A battered soul of a thousand tears<br />
Alone<br />
Her heart beating upon the emptiness that engulfs her<br />
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Yet there she still sat<br />
She yearned those distant memories<br />
Her innocence lost<br />
Rolled in years of forgotten dreams<br />
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For how long<br />
Will she would have sat<br />
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All alone?<br />
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There’s a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:<br />
a time to be born and a time to die,<br />
a time to plant and a time to uproot,<br />
a time to weep and a time to laugh…<br />
-Ecclesiastes 3<br />
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This was the time,<br />
A woman whose life wasn’t like any other,<br />
Resolute.<br />
Dignified.<br />
Proud.<br />
Her legacy lies in the life of her children,<br />
And the grandchildren after them.<br />
She suffered not the memory of her time,<br />
She made no excuses for the ridicules of her innocence.<br />
For hers were the freedom of her generation,<br />
Unbridled,<br />
Untamed.<br />
Her spirit roamed over the hills,<br />
and the mountains of her youth welcome her,<br />
For that is where she is most free.<br />
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Roselindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16521567217745711020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398607107593167815.post-65591617644164003992018-05-07T16:07:00.001-07:002018-05-07T16:07:28.578-07:00Hello again!I have left this blog for almost 3 years now. In fact, I almost forgot that I have a blog! What happened?<br />
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I guess sometimes life happens. Things get in the way, or priorities shifted in ways that are difficult to explain.<br />
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A lot of things happened. In 2014 I registered as a student again. Forever a student. It's now May 8, 2018 and am now 54. Sometimes I wonder when I am going to stop being a student...but, it's one of those things. Life is a different path for everyone of us. I didn't have the privilege to go to university as a young woman. God's path for me was to take care of family first. Children are now grown up adults, successful in their own ways. So, by the grace of God, I ventured again to discover my life's path. To grow. Growing means learning new things. Picking up new challenges. The PhD is the challenge for me. The universe has a way that opens opportunities to explore what one can achieve.<br />
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Will continue treading this path. This is the path right now. There might be new ones.in.the.future.<br />
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I am grateful. Life is good. God is good.Roselindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16521567217745711020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398607107593167815.post-2509211710000564502015-10-26T02:09:00.002-07:002018-05-07T15:50:23.866-07:00Eager to touch the ground<br />
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I watched the leaves fall,<br />
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as they danced their way down.<br />
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twirling some<br />
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eager to touch the ground.<br />
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My head spins,<br />
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your words like thread,<br />
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broken soul.<br />
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Put me together<br />
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flow softly down my river. <br />
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my skin touching against rocks<br />
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Yes, go quickly 2014.<br />
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2014 was not a good year for Malaysia, unfortunately;<br />
with one still mysteriously missing aircraft MH370, <br />
and that which exploded (MH17) into their million pieces over Ukraine. <br />
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Now, Air Asia.<br />
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at the closing of 2014.<br />
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how worst can a year get?<br />
three air "crashes" involving Malaysia...<br />
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and, the worst flood in recent memories for those living in the East Coast. <br />
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So, what is in store in 2015?<br />
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We could only pray,<br />
that God go easy on us.<br />
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Pray for a merciful 2015 everyone!<br />
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Traveling with my son to Frieburg, Germany, December 2014.<br />
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I have come to realize that traveling isn't just therapeutic; it is more than the warm, exciting feelings that one has to experience being in a strange place, away from the hustle bustle of day-to-day daily living. Traveling open minds to new perspectives. It helps to provide the window that was partly hidden although there but unseen. What a waste. Not to have been obvious to the window that helps you peek into something amazing that life has to offer. I think one of the best gifts in life is the gift of travel. The perspectives from seeing a whole new world; of lives lived quite differently from yours is such a priceless adventure.<br />
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Quite priceless,<br />
if one learns from the experience, of course.<br />
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Experiencing and understanding how each culture exists, and co-exists in our world is the way forward in our generation. Forget about discovering the moon! Forget about the next planet! We have the whole earth planet to be discovered!<br />
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Pack your bag and hop to the next destination. That next destination doesn't have to be in another continent. Or country. Or state.<br />
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Just discovering the neighborhood where one lives is an adventure by itself.<br />
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This,<br />
by the edge of mud river<br />
rocks, stones stood,<br />
itched in memory of days passed.<br />
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This,<br />
is still part of,<br />
a story,<br />
life stuck in mud river,<br />
where rocks and stones stood. Roselindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16521567217745711020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398607107593167815.post-81359812832083815942014-10-09T02:32:00.000-07:002014-10-09T02:33:01.184-07:00sometimes, they visit...these wet little things.Those wet little things<br />
flowing gently over<br />
freckled old lines.<br />
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What are they?Roselindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16521567217745711020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398607107593167815.post-5131292047255066512014-06-09T22:44:00.000-07:002014-06-09T22:44:07.946-07:00The life that was, and lost...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh, that Saturday morning.<br />
Could we ask for it to not happen?<br />
If we were given the power to turn back the clock,<br />
could we ask to go back and prevent the inevitable?<br />
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Still to be found.<br />
Passengers and crew of MH370. Still finding you, but wherever you may be,<br />
May God Bless your souls.<br />
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<br />Roselindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16521567217745711020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398607107593167815.post-8084938089212026472014-03-05T19:22:00.000-08:002014-03-06T06:53:50.855-08:00I won't just let life happensLife happens,<br />
Too tired, too bugged,<br />
days that sneaked in and out.<br />
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Come winds:<br />
caress me, put back the smiles on my face.<br />
let me stare back at days as they passed me by,<br />
For I won't just let, <br />
life happens.<br />
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in the worst of times,</div>
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long ago,</div>
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No matter how bland,</div>
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life is, sometimes</div>
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I will spice it,</div>
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with love and laughter.</div>
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and kindness that touches lives.</div>
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Let the blessing of that gentle spirit,</div>
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continues in 2014.</div>
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Roselindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16521567217745711020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398607107593167815.post-86511588740684925362014-01-01T06:14:00.000-08:002014-01-01T06:31:38.242-08:002014<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I am sure people around the globe are still celebrating the new year.I</span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">t is a good occasion for people to be happy. Despite the many trials and tribulations of 2013, the world is still intact. The civil wars in parts of the Middle East and Africa have not dented it a little bit. Life goes on. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Or, does it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Maybe, we need to ask those still living in tents in Syria.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And now in South Sudan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I guess, the new year brings different things to different people.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">But the most important thing I hope it will bring, to the world, and particularly those suffering wars, that in 2014 there's</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">a little bit more compassion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Pity the children. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">We were all children once. We had our childhood. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I am sure these children of wars, they too, would like to have their lives back.</span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">To be free. To feel secure and not have their lives be disrupted and torn apart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Let 2014 be a better year than 2013. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Let's there be love not war.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Let there be peace. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">How I wish this is the wish of those celebrating the new year too.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Those in the streets of New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Hong Kong, ...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Let us have compassion; do not think of ourselves too much but spare a thought to those little children in war torn countries.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Let's all pray for God's mercy and that 2014 be a better year than 2013. </span><br />
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Life would be much more inclusive if things, such as this song exemplifies, are exalted for their simplicity. Long windedness and wordiness are not necessary when you can say the most important things in unexpected simple ways.Roselindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16521567217745711020noreply@blogger.com0