Bohemia.

Colour me awesome.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

It's christmas today. TODAY! Isn't it just AWESOME.
It's just been so brilliant.
Musical day was just awesome.
And last night/this morning was just AWESOME.
My phone doesn't switch off on it's own/have eeky keys/take terrible pictures/isn't retarded anymore! hallelujah!

THE AWESOMENESS.

this is the brilliantest christmas EVER.

XXOO.

Goodbye my messed up phone which i love so very much.

19.12.07.02.20

If you weren't real, I'd totally make you up.


XXOO.

I think when you know you've been given something or already have something, you should use it. And if you don't, it should be taken away.

In life, we must always live for something, for a purpose. But that doesn't mean there isn't time for fun!

But all in all, whatever He's given me, I'm going to use it for His glory. There's not point in me keeping it to myself or not using it at all. But whatever I do, it's to let people know that it's not me, it's Him. And if I'm always in hiding, no one will ever know what He's given and the awesomeness He is.

I'm ever so thankful that God has blessed me with a family (spiritual too) that supports His work in and through me. That guides me and allows me space to grow and learn yet correcting me when there's a need.

There's SO much to be thankful for this year. Even though there were plenty of setbacks. But I'm just really glad everything is in His hands. Actually pinky. But who's complaining right.

CHRISTMAS is the greatest time of the year. Brings such joy to people who know Him and even to those who don't. Though we get the more glorious end of the candycane.

Pretty lights and giant trees. Mountains of candy and presents, OH presents! Festive music, choral singing, dancing children. It's the loveliest time of the year. It's so unexplainable, it's just AWESOME.

Unexplainable like how God sent us Jesus. The greatest gift of all. To be nailed to a tree to save us from eternal damnation.

Like how God gave, there's no greater Christmas/birthday present than to give. The joy of giving. To give to others what God has given to me.

Christmas isn't a time for self-admiration. There's no time for that! If you make the greatest muffins, draw the prettiest christmas tree, plan the awesomest outing, can play 'silent night' on water-filled wineglasses, it's a talent God has given you. SHARE IT. Because with what you can do, it brings joy to others. And that's what we should be doing. Sharing the love!

It's the perfect time to go out there and share the love of Jesus Christ. Everytime a Christmas carol is sung, I feel terribly fuzzy inside. What a wonderful feeling!

It's just such an awesome time of the year. Sacrifices have been made. But I always tell myself to re-focus and to know that it's about Him, not puny old me.

And like God gave, I'mma give too.
So join me,

XXOO.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
CHRISTMAS is coming-

omt. I think i'm going to explode from all this anticipating lah.

XXOO.

Scar. noun, verb, scarred, scar·ring.
–noun
1.
a mark left by a healed wound, sore, or burn.
2.
a lasting aftereffect of trouble, esp. a lasting psychological injury resulting from suffering or trauma.
3.
any blemish remaining as a trace of or resulting from injury or use.
4.
Botany. a mark indicating a former point of attachment, as where a leaf has fallen from a stem. –verb (used with object)
5.
to mark with a scar. –verb (used without object)
6.
to form a scar in healing.
[Origin: 1350–1400; ME; aph. var. of eschar]


The picture top left would be def no.4 . I would have gotten a human one except everything just seemed so graphic. *pukes*




Scars-
(I intended to write a thought essay on it, but apparently, well , words fail me today. I shall edit this post when, well, uh. I shall edit this post soon, I guess)




But lets just say, physical scars (and sometimes emotional scars) can be pretty unplesant to the eye. But beneath each one (fourty), there's always a story to tell. Scars mark a period of time in our lives, they last a really long time or sometimes even an eternity.



Memories are quintessential to the person we are today. Which would be why people enjoy keeping objects which remind them of something, somewhere or someone. Shoeboxes of photographs, diaries, charms or even a sock we'd keep as a physical reminder. Would be the reason why most people get tattooes. A prettier (notallthetime, sadly) man-made scar. That's most of the time at least, which leaves the on-impulse, i'm-still-young-and-stupid tattoes you regret 1-10 years later for another time.



Memories are a powerful tool that can conjure up different emotions. Emotion itself is powerful to the point where life and well-being depend on it.



However, it is true that memories not only consist of pink ponies and flying unicorns which bring you candy but also evil witches with intentions to cook you and feed you to their minionions (minions).



Though some memories we want not but to leave to burn in the furnace, it's really up to us to use 'em wisely. It'd make one or break one.

Scars I have, not one, but many. But to each one, there's a story.

What's important is that I've stood up and said I've made it.
You should too, cause what you've been through can make you a better person.

I'm a year smarter, wiser from last year. I'm glad I waited.
All thanks to You, for I was young(er) and stupid(er), and if it wasn't for You I'd be burning in the depths of hell.

Right now, I wouldn't have wished for things to be any different.
Cause scars I have, not one, but many. But like I said, to each one a story.

This is when the blessings come. I see an avalanche.
XXOO.

how many times have I broken Your heart

but still You forgive if only I ask

and how many times have You heard me pray

draw near to me

everything I need is You

XXOO.

The fury of the mosquitoes.



I swear there's some conspiracy going on down at West coast park.


For one, the bites itch like crazy. And what's worst is that they seems to be multiplying. And now I have like a kazillion more.





''Oh stop being such a baby. They're just mosquito bites.'' They said.





JUST? Are you KIDDING me? JUST?





I'd take another shot of the blooming galore of bites. But that would cause detrimental effects to the human eye.


I warn you first. Cause it ain't pretteh1.

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For they have once again been fooled. MOSQUITO BITES, these are not. MOSQUITOES, those weren't. I'll tell you what they are, even if it'll cost me my foot or another precious limb. But the people have to know.





Be prepared. For what you are about to read/see/look at may change your life forever. After many years2 of research, I've finally come up with an answer to why these 'bugs' are getting more intelligent and are marking us with such precision and leaving behind unbearable toxins that causes psychological damage and illusions that may one day take over the planet and what not.

(Not drawn according to scale)

The mosquito man. In other words, it's a really tiny man wearing a disguise of a mosquito which enables him to parade around and such. Like how kid(s) would run out of the toilet in their towels pretending to be butterflies. Except with a tat more seriousness and a pinch of plan of world domination. The really tiny man then flies around with a vial of green concoction and stabs at random objects. Which does God-knows-what to our bodies and random objects.

So the next time you think of keeping a mosquito as a pet. THINK AGAIN.

But all in all, it's for the greater good.

XXOO.

1- pretty.

2- minutes of wild imagination.

Silence is good.
Silence is golden.
-But I don't like gold..

XXOO.

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thesecondbestthingin2years.

XXOO.

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Moonlight
Quiet lies.
Daisy fairies
Potted flies.
Skin and bones
On my own.
Cup of luck
Not as much.
Stalk of weed
Is all I need.
Kiwi juice
Green brain juice.
Moon light
never lies.

XXOO.