This 1st Oct, with every veins beating, I request God, a restoration of a child-like faith, a child-like inquisitiveness, and a child-like trust.

For a better to see you more, to hear you more,

To very much feel alive again…death has lingered too close, the thought of it has subscribed too much.

Remove the jealousyand wrath, fill it with love, to love and to be surrounded by loved ones.

To be amazed by the wonders that were created, to learn of the wonders you created, the very personalities your gift of free will has created, the vibrant and beautiful colors in our lives.

God, very much remind Grace that she is a child, there is no hurry growing up, because all she wants is to be loved and warmth by her heavenly father

Have been whining incredibly recently, practically whined about everything.

It donned upon me, like a wailing baby, though very confused and in discomfort,

she is kept safe, geographically, and socially…spiritually too!

God sends His constant SOS relief, in many ways.

ooh she digs it! Love Mindy Gledhill.

Check out her other “hits”, at very least to me…

*I will rest in You*

*All about your heart*

*Crazy love*

*All the pennies*

*Feather in the wind*

God….

It seems growing up the average normal human being way is extremely maddening and tiring. Felt like being thrown into a real nightmare and I couldn’t really wake up to it, because its conscious when i sleep and nightmare when its reality.

The more aware of the person i am not, the more saddened to know I am and the more of Gracie i am losing. In the desperate and estranged attempts to be who i ought/want to be and who I am, its turning me to be more erratic and foolish.

And I just spent a little under 100 words to ask You to take over. Sheesh.

God I just wanna be grace again. That carefree, one that seems to scrape past 2 decades with much care, and a little less self-centered and more God-centered.

Teach me ought, *though it hurts* that somethings are *if they are not* not meant for me.

Teach me to find joy again. I want to be happy again.

Spending my night with my friends tonight. Silent on its own, yet with the directorship of  (wo)man, makes wonderful melodies that is possibly pleasing to God and his creations.

For the night, I’m not gracie who works with light, nor the communications student mugging with research papers today.

Just an instrument to an instrument who brings a pleasing voice to Your ears.

This epic flu, is the cause of the very awake and alert gracie at 5 in the morning. Loving Chris Medina’s voice and his heartfelt song, pouring out his love on his fiance, serenading everyone else.

Haven’t felt this sick in a long while, and of course being forced into concentration of thesole primary form of survival, to breathe. My long-lost friend decides to pay me a visit to and things got kinda heated up and caused a fever as well. THANK GOD for uncle Yappie. He never fails to make me better. Very grateful to keep my mind off inhaling and exhaling and very much enjoyed the sleep schedule of an infant, on a school night.

Perhaps its God’s way of stopping me in my tracks, hadn’t been easy these couple of weeks (pray, that this ends the whole series of unfortunate events)

Got into kind of reflection dreams in my nap, of happenings over the last year and forthgoing and how i got to where i was, not by my own strength but God’s. 12th Aug marks the start of a nightmare that I’ve grown to to live and found joy, and God in it. Lost a loved one but gained a whole lot more.

Perhaps its the gratitude of being kept afloat in this crazy little island who seems to hold so so much of the world, but i blame this post to the incredible flu viral that’s currently attacking me. But God, i just wanna sing

You keep me flying
You keep me smiling
You keep me safe in a crazy world
You understand me
Embrace my fragility
You keep me safe in a crazy world
And in your arms I find the strength to believe in me again

Peach-flavored frozen yoghurt generously topped with Pebbles and Cornflakes at Frolick.

Nothing Pebbles and Cornflakes cannot do!

It cannot be simply the huge flakey slightly sweetened cornflakes…

Or the  bright, bold,cheery and flavorful Pebbles…

The perfect symptoms for the troubled, weary,broken hearted, too in loved, too energetic (well maybe not for the too hyped..)

All the colors
Of the rainbow
Hidden ‘neath my skin
Hearts have colors
Don’t we all know?
Red runs through our veins
Feel the fire burning up
Inspire me with blood
Of blue and green
I have hope
Inside is not a heart
But a kaleidoscope

Sara Bareillies.

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Flew a kite overdue, but somehow, tricks like chocolate and kites does actually keeps one happier.

Thanks A&A! Totally made my day even when i kept insisting i didn’t need it. Ended up needing that mini roadtrip and enjoying it very much!

Ran outta foolproof ideas but He sent angels… and that magnificent sunset!