on the verge.

overwhelmed with emotion. this kinda feels like what i feel.

conserve your words.

this is how i'm feeling this friday evening.
thanks for saying it for me, ms. melissa polinar. great song.

guess i'll fill it up with sound.

just catching up on some tunes. one day, ... not too sure how soon, but one day, i'm gonna learn how to pick at my own like this.

tune, tune, tutune, tunes.

this is beautiful. maybe i'll work on trying to sing this.. lol. but seriously.
this is going under inspirations. :)

talk about a having a song written for me.

God's grace guys. HOW GOOD IS HE!

cause i wouldn't be able to fit it in a closet.

have you heard about looklet? it's this amazing little online game/app whatever you want to call it; and it functions basically like a modernized digital "paper" doll (i couldn't explain it without the word paper!). it solves my shopping dilemmas. i mean, reason why i would want to shop for all these clothes (in a nonsense way) is because i want to make outfits with them. so since i don't have the money, or space to afford a house worth of clothes... looklet gets the job done! so hop on over and make a free account (and they're so nice, they don't spam!)! don't forget to look over my growing look collection, i'll be the only "aninamous" account ;)

i dream of this.

feeling, and thinking a bit too much before bedtime. i can't wait for these next 6 months to be over.

Psalm 78:32-39

New King James Version:

³² In spite of this they still sinned,
         And did not believe in His wondrous works.
 ³³ Therefore their days He consumed in futility,
         And their years in fear.
       
 ³⁴ When He slew them, then they sought Him;
         And they returned and sought earnestly for God.
 ³⁵ Then they remembered that God was their rock,
         And the Most High God their Redeemer.
 ³⁶ Nevertheless they flattered Him with their mouth,
         And they lied to Him with their tongue;
 ³⁷ For their heart was not steadfast with Him,
         Nor were they faithful in His covenant.
 ³⁸ But He, being full of compassion, forgave their iniquity,
         And did not destroy them.
         Yes, many a time He turned His anger away,
         And did not stir up all His wrath;
 ³⁹ For He remembered that they were but flesh,
         A breath that passes away and does not come again.

The Message Translation:

^32-37 And—can you believe it?—they kept right on sinning;
      all those wonders and they still wouldn't believe!
   So their lives dribbled off to nothing—
      nothing to show for their lives but a ghost town.
   When he cut them down, they came running for help;
      they turned and pled for mercy.
   They gave witness that God was their rock,
      that High God was their redeemer,
   But they didn't mean a word of it;
      they lied through their teeth the whole time.
   They could not have cared less about him,
      wanted nothing to do with his Covenant.

 ^38-39 And God? Compassionate!
      Forgave the sin! Didn't destroy!
   Over and over he reined in his anger,
      restrained his considerable wrath.
   He knew what they were made of;
      he knew there wasn't much to them,

christine caine

Got to do double dosage for Sunday today.

Morning service at Angelus Temple/Dream Center, to hear Christine Caine speak, and then hopped on over to my home church in Pasadena to hear my Pastor speak! Whoo! Convicted and Encouraged! God is moving! Walking for Jesus Christ!
Definitely was hooked with this book's cover out in the foyer... (gonna grab myself a copy sometime this year (; )

wait and labor.

for this.

about this time last year.

i was trying to distract myself to make time pass faster.
it was an amazing summer, and i know it'll be hard to beat.
my expectations are low for my los angeles summer. honestly.
well, maybe coz i've also set a working schedule for myself.
gonna be working hard, saving up, anticipating autumn...
the season that'll really kick off dreams.

it seems like it'll be forever, but it's only about seven months away.
seven months of storing.
seven months of praying.
seven months of preparing.
seven months of waiting.
seven months of sacrifice.
seven months of tolerance.
seven months.

i often jump months in my head. since march, i've been thinking myself in july.
then sometimes, i think myself in march. weird.
i feel like i've got no sense of time. it can be tough having tunnel vision.
but i've been distracted many times before, and i'm sure i want to go through with this.
so forge on.

seven months to sydney.
I CANNOT WAIT.

i heard this.

" Why not attempt the impossible, you just might make it. If not, you'll likely land farther than if you'd never tried! " -@louiegiglio

... Sydney! 7 months to go!