Brilliant bloo.

You can't build a house of leaves
And live like it's an evergreen
It's just a season thing
It's just this thing that seasons do
-Wheel,
John Mayer

Speedingpast/present80.

Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries?
I'm speeding by the place that I met you
For the 97th time tonight

Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't meant for you
...
I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
...
-Someday We'll Know,
New Radicals
-

LTC was, I'm not too sure how to put it. But I shall let it sink in for a bit. Too much to say, too little words on my mind.

In Motion.

Twirl, spin, step
Stop.
The world and melt with you.

Paradoxes.

While I contemplate tonight's message from Michael Raiter at CrossCulture's Missions Conference about missions and all the complicated paradoxes of being a Christian that I really do struggle to understand sometimes, I will sleep on it, and come back from LTC retreat and hopefully be able to come to some kind of revelation of some sort.
Will be back in two.

"Walk with me, die with me, rise with me."

Hurr.

Ah, three baldies making stupid faces.
Can't help but smile a little bit more(:

Boo.

Hide me now,
Under Your wings.
For that's where I find
Some comfort there.

She'd be there.

She said-
While you were sleeping
I was listening to the radio
Wondering what you were dreaming

Thinking have you forgotten?

Things happen.

Take my photo off the wall
if it just won't sing for you.

Fall.

Colours seem to fade
Printed reds and greens
Run
Trip

Fall

Braved-shaved.

I have no idea why everyone thinks we're going skinheaded. No no, shaving just means that you have a number 1,2,3 or 4 of hair left on your head. So, we raised enough money, and we did it! Abit painful to see all the hair falling off, but hey, it's for a good cause, and I think I look pretty cool [for now anyway]. I never imagined myself cropping off most of my hair, but I'm starting to like it. Haha. Like I was telling tmd, I can bath in save water and shampoo, bath in 3mins, and be in bed by 5mins.
Thank you to everyone who has supported us and the leukemia foundation! And well, have fun rubbing our heads. I will blog more in detail about the chopping of hair maybe sometime soon. Or you can always ask me if you're interested(:
The picture is clickable if you really wanna see whats before and after like.

Mouthfuls.

silly little raindrops fall on the inside and outside of nothing but a guitar riff playing something more than familiar on this rainy day in this beanbag of time and losing self in dreamless slumber hoping and wishing that time would fly by like speedboats and sailboats on blue seas or skies with clouds like waves in oceans deeper than this beatingorgan which remembers first times and doorframed pictured photographs which hang on the whitewashed walls in burning rooms we might have been slow dancing like mayer says or those who wait like emmanuel bass melodies on just six strings when maybe sorry it wasn't enough and little messages left by you put me to sleep like a baby everyday coming home was time flying by before we knew it our songs were never played on the radio again without a doubt i am not too sure why a picture and a bunch of words made me cry tonight with our paths crossing that border of fine lines and thin red roses to keep close to my heart ever

Brown eyes blue.

I don't actually have anything to say.
Except that God is faithful.

Hold everything.

Hold every part of me together
When pieces were falling apart
With hugs and you're okays
Like a safety pin

I'll find my way back home, somewhere down the road.

Shadowed/sweetened.

Veryberry tea is sinking into my tummy now, I've got Wallpaper and Time mag to keep some lonesome company with me. Timeout to spend, doing my softnews assignment, and the parents are coming tmw. There are somethings I need to figure out, and on my own.

I've hit that fork in the road, where I need to start thinking on which side I want to go. It's amazing how simple emails can change the entire way your day starts out, and how it ends. Encouraging words and prayers slipped into little paragraphs of 'I hope you're okays'. I can't see how far down the road goes. It's never ending and pretty long I must say.

The trouble with trials is that, you never see what good it comes to till you're totally out of the rut. Right now, in seasons of breakingdown/buildingup, I'm speechless at the number of timesYou have shown me that love doesn't happen just like that. They all come together, faith, hope and love. None exists without the other. Believing that you are holding onto something good everyday of your life, isn't easy. When everything comes bangbangboom right at you, you start to wonder why and fall short of everything that you thought you could be.

But then again, You are everything when I am nothing.

I shall go contemplate life now.

Things I tell myself once in a while.

#7: There's so much more to look forward to.

Bigger picture, bigger picture.

Taking two.

Sweet memories.
All things beautiful in His time.
-
I took this a while back. But I guess I always remember. And I do miss.

Redtanks.

It's raining, and my red beanbag is calling out to me. I know I haven't exactly been the most responsible blogger. But please forgive the lack of inspired/ing photos or writings because, I just haven't really felt up to it lately. I'm getting boring, see.

Berightback. Tomorrow.

Chubby Bunny.

Ah, since easter season is over, I need to be reminded:

"Love that overcame the cross and saved my soul."

Oh sigh, I don't want the week to be over. Btw, thankyou bunch, I love you guys very much too. Time to get down to business.

Mostly.

Ohwell. What to do?

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Nophotos today
Jumping right back to bed

Lie awake.

Eyes closed,
Shoulders down.
A simple frown
Drawn on her worn
Weary face.

Sleep deludes illusion
Battered dreams and
Timely swinging songs
Trapped in space,

Stop short of rest
Twice less than that
Of easy nights
Toss turn turn toss

Stay alive
Awake for sunrise
Postal services of
Coffee caffeniated cups

Body lies
Asleep
In restless
Peace.

DoublePffft.

Mish is not a happyperson today. Okay, not not happy. Just, grrr. Not on form, like they'd call it. Clutch in, no energy to change gear. Come home, slump on beanbag. Can't sleep. Can't wake up either. Ohboy. Looks like long day.
Okay, time to get down to work.

Restlessrecluse.

Ah yes, so, postcampsyndrome begins. I do miss being at Rawson, being out where you can see the milkyway every single night, when it gets pitchblack. But I met Fie today! (: Happyhappy. I miss her and her drophugs every single time. We had such a good catch up about lifeingeneral. Coffeecatchups are usually thebest. You drink your frap, not me, but you, and I'll sit there and eat my gingerbreadman. I cannotwait till she comes back sometimesoon. Everything is sometimesoonSIGH. And then 300. You really cannot say it in numbers or words. My daddy said it was a-ok. But I thought it was so good. 'THIS IS SPARTA.' 2 hours long of brilliant conversations, of course Hollywood romance, but, nonetheless, the bloodreds and photography, wow. Just wow. I respect.

Hcidessimrevhci.

Where grace and mercy meet.

Well, I guess, you would think that after 4 days away at an awesome retreat, I would have more to say, more to share about this camp maybe? I really want to, about the things He has placed in my heart, and the people who have encouraged and blessed me even while leading a cell. Maybe in a while after it all sinks in and I take it all in. Because for now, I think, be still my soul.
I'll leave you with one word to ponder.

Love.

Childlikefaithfulness.

"My chest feels full of glitter and helium, the way it used to when I was little, and riding my father's shoulders at twilight, when I knew that if I held up my hands and spread my fingers like a net, I could catch the coming stars."

-Jodi Piccoult, My Sister's Keeper.

I blogged this about a year ago. And today, it still hits the same way it did when I first read it. When I stood under the blanket of starmoonlight, I just couldn't believe You did it all for me.

Oneday, oneday, sometimesoon.

Cornerstone.

My cornerstone, my solid rock, on which I stand.
ThankYou for loving me.

Solace.

Where I lose myself and I find You're all I need.

If it matters.

365/Wait.

She went back to where cigarette buds were plentiful, but flowers still bloomed. 0304. Early in the morning, the fog covered bench was cold to touch. A year today. Heart warmth and still life portraits of business suits and ties, clickclack of heels. The world slows down, while cars zoom past racing to neverwhere. Whatifs and doubtful sweetsecrets whisper down my ears right into her heart. Coldwind freezes ever rainteardrop threatening to fall.

When I'm weak, You make me strong.

Sweetsurrender, oh beautiful One.

Voice stuck, nothing to say, throatclosed conversation. Dripdry standards for wanting, needing hating, loving, simply complexities.

She wants to learn to wait upon all things right and perfect, in Your time. Promises made, promises kept.

Meanwhile.

Doing assignments, drowning in words right now, not really, just 1500 but, still.
Will be back tmw.

Don't miss me as yet.

Lovesong lullaby.

Maybe next time, you'll be the one singing it for me.

Falling to my knees.

I will never be the same again
I can never return
I’ve closed the door
I will walk the path
I will run the race
And I will never be the same again

-Geoff Bullock

Motion.

My hands give a little
My fingers find their inspiration
My eyes see what I want to
You
In black and white
Don't stop winding
Up the clocks
Keep them moving till
The year is up
So that I don't have to
Wait anymore
For tears and laughter
Sublet motions
Rented spaces with no
Permanancy

While I sit there
Thinking of what means most
To me
My head in my hands
I close my eyes
Go to where you are
My smile
Eludes the rest of me