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My Dear Wormwood,

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Following quote is from C S Lewis’ Screwtape Letters. This is his 3rd letter (well, based on the letter appearance in the book) and I’d like to quote parts of it. Screwtape is a devil and his letters are his advice to Wormwood, his nephew on making human do bad things.

I am very pleased by what you tell me about this man’s relations with his mother. … Keep in close touch with our colleague Glubose who is in charge of the mother, and build up between you in that house a good settled habit of mutual annoyance; daily pinpricks. The following methods are useful: 1. Keep his mind on the inner life. He thinks his conversion is something inside him and his attention is therefore chiefly turned at present to the states of his own mind–or rather to that very expurgated version of them which is all you should allow him to see. Encourage this. … 2. It is, no doubt, impossible to prevent his praying for his mother, but we have means of rendering the prayers innocuous. Make sure that they are always very ‘spiritual’, that he is always concerned with the state of her soul and never with her rheumatism. … 3. When two humans have lived together for many years, it usually happens that each has tones of voice and expressions of face which are almost unendurably irritating to the other. Work on that. … 4. In civilized life domestic, hatred usually expresses itself by saying things which would appear quite harmless on paper (the words are not offensive) but in such a voice, or at such moment, that they are not far short of a blow in the face. To keep this game up, you and Glubose must see to it that each of these two fools has a sort of double standards. …

I am stunned because it is true. I haven’t just done to my mother, to my other dearest ones, too. I think, to some of the closest ones I set my tolerance lower than to others. I expect more from them. I am more easily annoyed and I know exactly how to annoy them and yes, I will do it on purpose to get revenge (just like the point number 3 and 4 above). The regrets will also hurt me more.

I know it’s another exhibit that I will not be able to love without His help. I am writing this because I have done something wrong today and it makes me feel bad and desperate. Though I know that people are selfish and slow learners and faithful is one of His unexplainable character, it is still not easy dealing with guilt.

Confessing like this is actually helpful for me. Somehow it makes me feel better. And if any of you reading this and maybe you have experiences like this, well, you’re not alone. If you don’t, lucky you! If you are one of my dearest that I have hurt you in a way or two (well, or anybody for that matter!), I’m sorry. Please know that it’s difficult to love sincerely and I’m still working on this.

I think I will always be working on this. But it doesn’t matter, you know. Because the process is a chance to get to know Him better, to depend on Him more, just like the way He wants it or so I read in many books or so I’ve been told by people (hmm, do You really want that? for me to surrender all to You? ;)

Thank You for not giving up on me. :D

Written by Elfira Y S

August 27th, 2010 at 11:56 pm

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2020

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I got an award from the exotic Rika Aldrin. It’s called You’re Going Places, Baby! The rules: describe where you think you’ll be in 10 years and then pass it along to other bloggers.

Ten years from now, I think I’ll be living in one of metropolitan city in the world. I read in the wikipedia that the city has been a polyglot home of numerous international organisations, politicians, diplomats and civil servants. It has buildings with old architecture style as well as modern one. My favorite monument is there, the Atomium. The city is the capital city of Hercule Poirot’s origin. Well, I don’t know where I’ll be in 2020 but I do hope I will be in:

BRUSSELS


Anyway, at first I felt weird when they called this thing an award (by this thing, I mean that blog post tagging about certain topic). I thought award was supposed to be the prize to a winner, a reward, something like that. So I asked a question about this in stackexchange . Somebody mentioned the etymological origin of the word that in my opinion could apply to this case: something awarded (with award as a verb that means to decide after careful examination and observation).

OK, that’s You’re Going Places from me. Now I’d like to pass the award to Ochie and anyone who’s willing to share. Where do you think you will be in 2020?

Written by Elfira Y S

August 19th, 2010 at 9:02 pm

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Vanilla Twilight

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When I was in the supermarket today, I was about to take my shopping basket to the checkout when suddenly they played the Owl City’s Vanilla Twilight. So I decided to stayed a bit longer, just to hear the whole song.

So, I ask myself what my other ‘Vanilla Twilight’ songs, songs that will make me stop and listen. It’s not my most fave of all time, but here are 3 of them :

Vanilla Twilight Owl City

The stars lean down to kiss you And I lie awake and miss you Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

‘Cause I’ll doze off safe and soundly But I’ll miss your arms around me I’d send a postcard to you, dear ‘Cause I wish you were here

I’ll watch the night turn light-blue But it’s not the same without you Because it takes two to whisper quietly

The silence isn’t so bad ‘Til I look at my hands and feel sad ‘Cause the spaces between my fingers Are right where yours fit perfectly

I’ll find repose in new ways Though I haven’t slept in two days ‘Cause cold nostalgia Chills me to the bone

But drenched in vanilla twilight I’ll sit on the front porch all night Waist-deep in thought because When I think of you I don’t feel so alone

I don’t feel so alone, I don’t feel so alone

As many times as I blink I’ll think of you tonight I’ll think of you tonight

When violet eyes get brighter And heavy wings grow lighter I’ll taste the sky and feel alive again

And I’ll forget the world that I knew But I swear I won’t forget you Oh, if my voice could reach Back through the past I’d whisper in your ear Oh darling, I wish you were here

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Warning Sign Coldplay

A warning sign, I missed the good part then I realized, I started looking and the bubble burst. I started looking for excuses.

Come on in, I’ve gotta tell you what a state I’m in, I’ve gotta tell you in my loudest tones, That I started looking for a warning sign.

When the truth is, I miss you. Yeah the truth is, That I miss you so.

A warning sign, You came back to haunt me and I realized you were an island and I passed you by, You were an island to discover.

Come on in, I’ve gotta tell you what state I’m in, I’ve gotta tell you in my loudest tones, That I started looking for a warning sign.

When the truth is, I miss you. Yeah the truth is, That I miss you so.

And I’m tired, I should not have let you go.

So I crawl back into your open arms. Yes, I crawl back into your open arms. And I crawl back into your open arms. Yes, I crawl back into your open arms…

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Anyone Else But You The Moldy Peaches

You’re a part time lover and a full time friend The monkey on you’re back is the latest trend I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train I kiss you all starry eyed, my body’s swinging from side to side I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple We sure are cute for two ugly people I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me So why can’t, you forgive me? I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you

I will find my nitch in your car With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you

Du du du du du du dudu Du du du du du du dudu Du du du du du du dudu du

Up up down down left right left right B A start Just because we use cheats doesn’t mean we’re not smart I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you

You are always trying to keep it real I’m in love with how you feel I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage You want more fans, I want more stage I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you

Don Quixote was a steel driving man My name is Adam I’m your biggest fan I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you

Squinched up your face and did a dance You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you

Du du du du du du dudu Du du du du du du dudu Du du du du du du dudu du But you

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I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else.. but you

Written by Elfira Y S

August 2nd, 2010 at 8:46 pm