I DID SURVIVE!

Just s few lyrics that really hit home time and again...

Title: Diana Ross - I Will Survive lyrics
(f.perren & d.fekaris)

At first I was afraid, I was petrified

Kept thinkin’ I could never live without you by my side
Then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to get along

And so you’re back from outer space
I just walked in to find you here, with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second you’d be back to bother me

Go on now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
’coz you’re not welcome anymore
Weren’t you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think I’d crumble?
Did you (and God) think I’d lay down and die?
Oh no not I, I will survive
For as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive
I’ve got all my life to live
And I’ve got all my love to give
I’ll survive
I will survive
Hey hey

(i, I will survive)
Hey hey
(i, I will survive)
Every day
(i, I will survive)
Oh yeah

It took all the strength I had not to fall apart
Just trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart
And I spent oh so many nights just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry, but now I hold my head up high
And you see me, somebody new
I’m not that chained up little person still in love with you
And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free
But now I’m savin’ all my lovin’ for someone who’s lovin’ me

Go on now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
You’re not welcome anymore
Weren’t you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think I’d crumble?
Did you think I’d lay down and die?
Oh no not i, I will survive
Oh as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive
I’ve got all my life to live
And I’ve got all my love to give
I’ll survive
I will survive
Hey hey

Go now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
’coz you’re not welcome anymore
Weren’t you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think I’d crumble?
Did you think I’d lay down and die?
Oh no not i, I will survive
Oh as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive
I’ve got all my life to live
And I’ve got all my love to give
I’ll survive
I will survive
I will survive

(i, I will survive)
Hey
(i, I will survive)
Every day
(i, I will survive)
Yeah yeah

(i, I will survive)
Oh
(i, I will survive)
I will survive
(i, I will survive)

(i, I will survive)
I’ve got all my love to give
(i, I will survive)
I’ve got all my life to live
(i, I will survive)
My loving is not in vain, oh no

(i, I will survive)
I will survive
(i, I will survive)
I will survive
(i, I DID survive)
Hey

(repeat to end)

"The First poem." by Lorraine Joubert — Fictionaut

"The First poem." by Lorraine Joubert — Fictionaut

Soccer feva!

jouwêreld e-tydskrif - Ma . . . deur Lorraine Joubert

jouwêreld e-tydskrif - Ma . . . deur Lorraine Joubert

That one sore tooth!

I am VERY impressed with what is happening in my mouth. I can see the difference. I am able to see how the teeth are straitening. I can feel it too! It is difficult to talk, as my teeth are never where they have been, so my tongue forever has to guess its way around my mouth. The same when I am eating…

Small pebble in the shoe though: I have this one sore tooth. Seemingly, this tooth is out of sync with the rest. I keep biting on it. It is sore and every bite adds to this pain. I am not even trying to eat on this side of my mouth anymore.

Fortunately, the appointment with the orthodontist looms. I bite on my teeth (ouch! that odd one felt it again) and anticipate this meeting, where I may complain about a sore tooth.

Thursday morning. I walk into the consulting rooms boldly to explain the situation. The mechanic just smiles and tells me that it is NO problem, takes his pliers, grab my jaw and gives my tooth (OK, the hook on the tooth) a twist that almost send me into the arms of the tooth mouse. He grins satisfied and declares the problem solved. I bite on my teeth and… it is solved!

So to all the women out there who want your man to listen and not to solve your problems – I suggest that you lie back, give him the pliers and trust him to solve it all in one skillful, albeit painful twist.

To my single friends…. Discover the man inside you and trust him with all your being (this should not be so difficult – it is after all you). Be bold, give that problem a skillful, albeit painful twist and… voila! A pain free existence…(until the tooth moves again).