Sitting on the carousel, going round and round.

Tuesday, Ikea with Yi Lin. Awesome lunch! :)

celebrated moon cake fest (belated) at night and made loads of new friends!

Wednesday, CUP. Awesome yet tiring haha. SUMMER IS HERE. It's so humid.. Waited for the bus for 5 mins, && I started sweating already. Got 2 honks and 2 wolf whistles, people are too free, I checked if I was looking slutty, thankfully no. I was just having my casual wear on.

Alethia's birthday surprise. Classic, she had her hair like a turban and she was in her pjs. Totally unexpected but really funny.

Today, cancelled all plans. Just realised I have 2 huge assignments. HAVE. TO. START. NOW.

kay, bye.

& when you're deafened by the silence, blinded by the tears, you know, You've got me.

reflection.

I just found out what does "Write love on her arms day" really was for.

I was once one of "those" people considered "stupid" or "silly".

The pressure girls give to each other,

the emotional side,

very real,

very scary.

Soon it can become an addiction,

lost like drugs,

no meaning in life,

blinded by tears,

deafened by silences,

embracing such inhumane self inflicted pain.

No one could understand,

you try to hide,

you cut yourself,

and this world out.

Beautiful girl,
don't believe this world lies of skinny, perfection and amazing.
Forgive the world that was so quick to judge,
Because I've learnt, you don't need that.
As long as you're true to yourself,
you're shining.
Shining brighter than any star,
even the sun.
You out shine them all.
Glowing with joy and love.
Cause you're simply,
beautifully amazing.
There is a greater hope in this world.
To guide you from this lost and dark route.
The light of the world,
lifting you up.
Daddy,
so don't turn away,
don't drop your head in shame
but looking up with tears in your eyes,
you've found the way.

I won't lie that once, 3 years ago, behind that word "love" were red scabs that I didn't allow to heal because I would slash over them again. I won't lie and said I was totally fine with it though I've gotten into the stage of addiction. Even with it, I still felt shameful, disgusting inside and out. I wanted the world to know it hurts inside because I hate sharing my sadness because I'm afraid but I wanted people to know, I'm faking these smiles and all. But really, there really are other ways of expressing sadness. I tried other painful ways like punching walls etc. but really, I was spreading more sadness to those I love. They'd cry and I'd be the heartless one pushing them out. But really, why spread sadness and tears when joy is so much more real with warmth? I still don't like sharing sadness but I do express it in a much healthier way that let me forget hurts and move on with joy. Slashing leaves marks and memories that you can never forget.

A love note to my mammi.

I love you so much mummy.

You get my crappiest mood yet still love me,

you get my cheekiest moments and laugh with me,

You get my whines and know my don't likes.

You give me the grace of allowance when I need it just to spend on my social life,

you would make sure I have a pillow to sleep on even in the lounge sofa,

you would make sure I'm well fed with your awesome cooking,

you would want me to tell you how much I really do deep down love your baking,

you can bake a thing you like a million times until you realised the rest of us took much longer to consume this cake as compared to the batch you did just last week,

because of that, you learnt to keep to proportion for us.

You keeping dinner for us even if we're returning home at 11pm without us asking.

You would make sure we have cheesy Vegemite in the cabinet cause your princesses loves them.

You would nag and I'd imitate you and you'd laugh.

Your "short of vocab for that moment" makes the best laughter of the night,

Your snores soothes me when I sleep, knowing you're having a good sleep.

You making sure we don't end up like a chubby bunny.

You making sure we have supplements to keep us healthy till Jesus calls us home.

You making sure I don't get colon cancer.

You making sure we look beautiful, just like you.

I like LOVE everything about you, dear mummy. (:

You shine like a rainbow.

Perth Royal Show today!

the laughter of love.

We're always asking why.

The wonders and masterpiece, the art of creation, the paint of variety.

I tear in awe of the one who made it all.

Beautiful beyond description and comprehension.

write love on her hand day.

So I decided to participate this year..

You embrace the one who cries to you for comfort.

when little girls rock the range lands.

If perfect's what you're asking for, I'll tell you to never change.

Cooling our feet after all the rock climbing.

On the rocks, high like mounts, so amazing.

Finding a good spot to sleep for the night under the stars.

Sunset. No edits, just Daddy's master piece.

Where we got dropped off on day 1 and where we got picked up on day 6. Our main mark point.

more pictures on facebook. Album: "Stinky."

No showers for 6 days, Hike for 60+km. Nightfall hikes to early morning hikes. From simple mountain bread wraps for lunch to beef steak in the cook oven for dinner. From apples to damper bread with chocolate cake mix. From heavy back packing hikes to environmental rolls to save the dry range land. From tents to sleeping under a full moon. From desert and rocks to the highest peak of all up there watching the full moon rise and the sunset simultaneously. I love camp.

Today will always be different from yesterday.

Give us a heart of compassion, for a world without vision, we will make a difference, bringing hope to our land.

Angel.

As the earth fades and fall from our eyes,

You still stand before me with open arms.

In awe.

I'm still amazed, amazed that I've found a friend like you. (:

Daddy's plan isn't it.

& I'm reminded, You're my only shelter in this rain.

Bring me joy, bring me peace, bring the chance to be free, bring me anything that brings you glory.

&& I know there will be days when this life brings me pain.

But if that's what it take for me to praise You,

Jesus bring the rain.

I am Yours regardless of t

he dark clouds that may loom above

because You are much greater than my pain.

You who made a way for me,

By suffering Your destiny.

So tell me what's a little rain?

So I pray,

Holy, holy, holy.

Is the Lord God Almighty.

♥

Silent cries and many prayers for Pakistan.

A Turkish doctor gives treatment to a Pakistani woman displaced by floods at a makeshift field medical camp in Thatta district on September 2, 2010.
Mohammad Ramzan, a flood victim, places his hand on the door that was left after his house was washed away by flood in the Mehmood Kot village in Muzaffargarh district of Pakistan's Punjab province September 3, 2010.

One day, I WILL be like that Turkish nurse. To live in places as such and serve them with what Daddy gives me with the abilities of my hands. The touch of love and care. The embrace of comfort and my whole self, pointing back to Him who first gave it all.

More pictures at: http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/09/pakistan_in_need.html The Big Picture

Still

Hide me now,

Under Your wings.

Cover me,

Within Your mighty hands.

When the oceans rise and thunders roar,

I will soar with You above the storm.

Father You are King over the flood,

& I'll be still and know You are God.

Find rest my soul,

In Christ alone.

Know His power,

In quietness and trust.

When the oceans rise and thunders roar.

I will soar with You above the storm.

Father You are King over the flood.

& I'll be still and know You are God.

I'll be still and know You are God.

Agape or just love.

Those wishes we make are like dandelion seeds but the

rose that will always be there will be your perfect one.

Your future love. The one that's meant to be.

Just a draft, will colour it in sometime later and make it clearer!

How can you ever get sick of someone if you fall in love with them over and over again? It's never going to end because Daddy's love first was eternal even if we were the judge, we wouldn't have let ourselves pass without striking your mortal self down to teach yourself a lesson. Such love. Such grace. Such mercy. Just simply... Amazing.

"My hair looks awful in this picture!!!" "Mom, it's in facebook." hahaa, got to love her.

mommy: So what was the hot stuff? (talking about ocf's garage sale)

me: Me. ;)

mommy: hahahaha whyyyy!!!

me: Cause I came from you. ;)

mommy: hahahahaha no. seriously. What was the hottest item sold.

MOMMY LEARNT MY: HAHAHAHA. *SERIOUS FACE* NO. SERIOUSLY.