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.