It takes more than one.

I really don't have anything much to say actually. I said it in my wordy post! TMNT is funky!

A wordy post just because.

When it gets down to crunch time, my brain usually hits its point bottom and refuses to come back up again. That's when the word churner inside of me tries to relief myself of all the useless words that isn't needed for the case for writing news. The Sydneysider is studying design and is more articulate than me. He churned out more words in one minute than I did! Maybe I should just spend the rest of my life being a giftwrapper.
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Oh, I wanna make my photos into pretty postcards and gift cards. Vicmart gives people inspiration to do things like that. Maybe I can sell them by the packs and make some money. Hurr. I'm not broke or anything, just saving up for the sometime soon.
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In other news, drama revived second storey skits yesterday. I'm amazed at how God has blessed this ministry with people with committment and heart. I see it, I see it! And I see the light surrounding you... Thankyouverymuch all. It makes my heart go jumpjump everytime I see everyone having so much fun playing busstop and even being so into character it's scary. Iloveit.
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It's tentwelve and I should stop blogging and doing everything else except my work. Due five.

Boots and places.

Suddenly, I just miss being in Tasmania. More specifically, on the Overland track. Somehow, I know that my boots take me to places where I most want to be and my shoes were made for walking in the city.
Mmm, I'm home alone, at night. Been quite a while since I had time and space to myself like this. I better treasure what I have(:

With all I am.

For You alone, deserve my everything
.one.
heart.GOD.soul

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Take me higher up so I can see what You see for me.

Your love takes me higher.

Outside through my eyes...

...Looks something like this.
You could see more than me.

Food for thought.

Sundown silence
Marred by traffic noises
City stills and lights
Beaming stars
Foof for friends
10thfloor dreaming
Dusk to dawn
Disturbing
Wishing
Hoping
Praying

Mirrored me.

Digging a hole and the walls are caving in
Behind me air's getting thin but I'm trying
I'm breathing in
Come find me
It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
And I know it's easy to say but it's harder to feel
This way
And I miss you more than I should
Than I thought I could
Can't get my mind off of you
I know you're scared that I'll soon be over it
That's part of it all
Part of the beauty of falling in love with you is the fear you won't fall
It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
And I know it's easy to say but it's harder to feel
This way
And I miss you more than I should than I thought I could
Can't get my mind off of you
And I hate the phone
But I wish you'd call
Thought being alone
Was better than was better than
And I know it's easy to say but it's harder to feel this way
And I miss you more than I should
Than I thought I could
Can't get my mind off of you
Can't get my mind off of you
And I know it's easy to say but it's harder to feel
This way
And I miss you more than I should
Than I thought I could
Can't get my mind off of you

-Joshua Radin

Couch tomato.

I would reckon that this is my most boring photo yet. There's nothing in it. It was taken last night, or early this morning when I put on my dancing shoes and headed to Manchester Lane to get some swing into my system. It was really fun and smoke free environment!
It's going to be a hectic week, and I really hope I can keep the photos up. I need to be inspired to take nicer photos again. Sigh.

"Be still and take a seat at my feet."

A different kind of high.

She has a terrible obssession with sunsets. Everday, she'd look out, waiting for the colours and evening sun to come shining through. She would sacrifice time and energy to sit and watch. even the biting cold wind that hits you at higher levels. Somehow, each was always different. Similar maybe, but there was always that seperated it from the rest.

Maybe just like you.

Just today, she watched one, and with cold wind blowing in her face, she wished, prayed and hope, that maybe you were somewhere watching the same one too.

Then she picks up her dancing shoes and heads into the darkness.

Topdown.

Ohrarr. I give up on the 'you' 'me' 'I' 'her' 'his' blahblah clauses. I feel like I signed up for a linguistics course lah.

On the other hand, I am thankful to my mother for making me do all those superlatives blahblah grammar stuff. So I don't really have to care much for one subject.

On the otherother hand.
There's so much going on, I'm finding it tough to keep up!

But in Jess' words, God's plan is seamless. And I'm SUPERDUPER excited.

Okay. I am overhyper, but underly depressed right now.
Ahhh. Bipolar! Hurhur.

Ohoh, Kenneth, Bull and Lock. HURHUR. Everytime I think about it I just burst out laughing. Haha.

Shutup Mish. Go eat your indomee.

When I grow up.

I wanna keep holding your hand.
So please don't go anywhere?
Don't let go.

Then He said, "I won't."

Looking up.

We cannot kindle when we will
The fire which in the heart resides,
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides;
But tasks in hours of insight willed
Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.

-Oswald Chambers

Death...

by 10th floor?
...

Yumm.

Tell me, how can this not be yummy? Chocolate cupcakes with icing. Mmm...

Just a spot of advertising then. If you like what you see, go to:

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Dreaming with a broken heart.

She takes you in with her crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love
Will you wake up by my side?

When you're dreaming with a broken heart,
The waking up is the hardest part.

-John Mayer

[edit] Photo taken by Justin cos that's me playing.

I carry your heart.

I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it(anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
I want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart(I carry it in my heart)

-E. E. Cummings

Heartbeat.

It's just like your whole heart stopped pumping to your heart. Everything else in your body, stops along with it. No blood gets through your veins and up to your head, and you have nothing to say. Nothing better anyway.

Like stepping up onto a stage with a single, harsh spotlight shining down on the top of your head, piercing through the skin, bone and muscle.

I could just step out of that slowmotion moment to tweak a little smile onto your face, and then step back in. I wish I could, I wish I really could.

My heart could sing love songs to yours, if we were linked by a certain amount of ESPN, just maybe.

You could feel the time just wear on like that. But with a snap of fingers, everything started moving again. Life's pace.

Then I wish, I could have stayed in that place forever.

Doorway Flowers.

There's still something I can't quite put my finger on. Maybe it's the tiredness in my body that's screaming out for rest, or the hyperenergy I've had when I'm out. Or maybe it's just the Stella.
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Worship Day's turnout was simply amazing. I'm so awestruck at what God does through people and how He uses each and everyone of us. So many new people to get to know and learn from. I am sosuperexcited for OCF! Makes me smile from ear to ear!
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I'm going to buy a number of things to entertain myself tmw. Not that I'm bored or anything, just that, "I'm waiting on the world to change", and "gravity is working against me." I think I need new music.
Off to bed then.

What's in your hands?

When Moses told God that he couldn't do any of those things that God sent him to do, he forgot that God made up for every single one of his weaknesses. God is who He is. He can take whatever we have to use it for His kingdom. But we have to surrender our will to His plans and future for us. What is in your hands? Let Him take it all.

How can I keep from singing?

Hold.

Nuff' said.

Eeebs.

You are missed, and Reuben is feeling lonely already. So are we, so are we.

Red Balloons.

Apologies for the absence.
Buying red balloons has taken up sometime.
Adventures of the little chillipadi puttputt car. Hurr.
Yay, weekend is here again.

Take it aside.

And watch.

Maybe sometimes, maybe tomorrow.
For now, overhead with heartoverflowing.

The Returns.

Of The Sleepless Piglets.

Ah, it's like, 8am in the morning, I don't have classes till 10am, but I woke up at 5.45am to do my work, which didn't really get done. More or less lah.

Ompf. I've got a long day ahead, so I'm really glad, I woke up early to watch the sky brighten up, and talk to that someone up there, in absolute silence. It's piercing I tell you. That's really when God's speaking the loudest.

Ohno, I'm becoming my daddy! Which is a fairly good thing, I think. As long as I don't fall asleep by 9pm can alr(:

Off to do some filming and paparazzi-ing with thevina and thetomatowithseedsontheoutside.

*Sn-ap.

Starry Skittles.

Somehow, I think my photography is getting boring. With a capital B. Joel, we need to go out to shoot sometime soon. My creative juices are honestly running a little dry, but I know He supplies and sur-plieses [surprises!]
Today's sermon by Sunny Phillips was like what Eddie would say, chibahboom. Hits you straight where it's going to hurt the most. I like Sunny Phillips. He's very funny and concise and gets the point straight across, plus his interpretations are super insightful!
Tomorrow is a public holiday, which, MelbU doesn't believe in! Argh.
I'm really verysuperduperthankful for Godgiven people like LastMinProd. They never fail to crack you up, neither do they fail to surprise you with the evercreativeinspiring ideas. We should honestly set up company lah.
Yes, I'm supposed to be asleep in 15mins. So not happening I see.

Unspeakable joy.

My lifesong sings
Praises to the Lord most high
For when I rise up
My ashes are left behind
Grace and mercy wells up
Inside of my distant soul
But You pull me back again
Faithful to my cause
There is no finish line
Everything begins again
Whole, new and fresh
My tears are soaked
Into Your cloak of comfort
Exceeding joy is my peace

You are my strength and endless hope

Copper.

Malleable and soft, that's the way she's going to be for the rest of her life, so she thinks. Just like Copper. Well, but Copper is a little squirmy wriggly pom-fox puppy, no? Ah. He's brown like the autumn leaves which fall to the ground eventually. Copper, copper.
She thinks that maybe a little sleep and bluff might work its way around to something a little more hopeful. Maybe. Yes, then she figures that none of these words make any sense. She should just let go of everything she's doing and find rest in the shadows of His wings.

Well.

It's been a long week, and I guess I have no energy. Till tomorrow. Meanwhile, go take a look at

vanillavanillapod.blogspot.com

It's yummier than it looks!

Packing.

Debs car is amazing! (:
Anyway, I gotta run. So...
Arise!

As long as.

I think I have too many photos of Justin on this blog.
Upcell was reallyreally good. I got goosebumps when we sang "I love you Lord". It was like a glimpse of heaven itself. Choirs of angels.
As long as you want me to, I'll be around.
As long as You want me to waitonYou, I will.

Happy Birthday Jingyi.E.B [supersecretinitials]! (: Thanks for the supergloo. Hurhur.

Ting-ster.

When I tried to write a birthday note
I fell short of everything that I want to express
My heartfelt thanks and love
For times I could never have gone through without you two

We're better together
Far more effective than two
Three heads to pool together
More love and care

Dearest Ting-ster,
Today's your special day, I absolutely hope it was fab and blessed. Thankyou for being the sister I always wished I had. You have been always there to listen to me, and of course me to you. I cannot put my words more aptly than I could with the longest hug ever. The times we've had have been memories that I'll forever treasure, and I believe that we have the rest of our lives ahead of us. We're going to grow old altogether babe! As scary as it sounds. Heh. Hopefully we'll be married and have kids lah. Cos I mean like, you know... it'd just be really funny. You are precious to me, and Tee, and we really wish we could be there with you for this 19th. Very much loved you are, by us here, and from up above. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Keep trusting His perfectplan(:
So much love and hugs that's overflowing from here,
Tng

Grace.

My chains are gone, I've been set free
My God my Saviour has ransomed me
And like a flood, His mercy reigns
Unending love, amazing grace.

Every sunset.

Everday that You rise the sun, is a promise that mercies and grace are steadfast and new.
Everday that You set the sun, ohIcan't describe the feeling. It's like You're telling me, that tomorrow will bring something new, and I can hope with trust and love in You.

Amen.

I will be okay...

'Cause I say so,
And best of all
He says so.

Convictionconvictioncovictions

Hurtsomuchsometimes.

Hanging on corners.

Once again, she walks into her room, fragile, yet solid to the core. Puts her bags down, sits on her bed. A yellow tinge floats in through her window, the sun setting behind the rest of the buildings.
She could be a little more bitter than sweet perhaps, but that's not something she really wants. The paints lie flat on her table, the canvas, starch white. Something to be filled, something to be made colourful.
Something needed to be said she knew, yet nothing came out, 'cause maybe it wouldn't have been anything right. Or it could have been that she wanted you to say something. Or... it could have been so many other things at the same time. Thing is, she didn't say it.
Maybe somehow sorry yet somehow sad, her heart wrenches at the thought of you hurting more than her. It's taking a little more than hanging her clothes up. As her brush filled with orange yellow touches the canvas, she prays that maybe somehow, someway, someday will find you back.

Level 33.

My thoughts and I are headed up to the 33 storey,
Hoping to find,
Some comfort there.

I somehow wish I never knew how to cry.

I know exactly...

now, what they mean by "I could see the pain in his eyes".
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And what wanting God's best means to love.

Black Koko.

I'd give anything to be back where it feels like home.
But I know you want me where I am for a purpose.
Deeply ingrained for forever and always.
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It is quite funny how Jason Song and I were lamenting about how rubbish a photographers job is. But at the end of the day, when we come back, upload the photos for the day into the computer and take a look at them up close, you see that you've captured moments, precious ones into still frames.

And then I know that you'll always remember.

The Bagpipe.

The sharp squeal of each note staggers through my brain.

Should I be irritated, should I trudge downstairs to find out what on earth is going on?

A screech of tires interrupts the ever-longing sound of the bagpipe joining in it's efforts to carry a tune.

I tilt my head back and let the music sink in. Forget iTunes. This one's live.

Resounding from faraway somewhere in the city, the rhythm and beat cuts through my very soul. Just at that very moment, the tune changes to something familiar. Something ingrained in my heart. About grace and mercy played with heartfelt breaths.

Amazing grace.

I close my eyes and wonder if the bagpipe is feeling exactly like me.