ukulele

So far, I still can't sing and play ukulele at the same time. I'm sad, mainly because so far I have yet to complete the challenge I have set for myself. There is a senior event tomorrow. We are going to perform in front of grandmas and grandpas. Yes, they may not have the best ears, but I do not want to suck!
Have yet to master. Lord, a little help please.

to be continue

Yesterday night, I was greatly disturbed. I woke up to a dream. (It was 3 AM actually.) It was a memory from the past. It was a time when everything seems to be "happy". A time when Lily and David was excited about new things at church. It was a time when I was not trying, I was just simply being a part of a community. We put on a play for Aubrey's sermon.

Just what is it could God do and alternate the reality. I am puzzled and yet anticipating the impact. It is the end time, there's no doubt about that. There are fear in people's eyes. They hold on to a reality that they prefer. But I had this shiver that it is not that simple. In the dark, something is brewing, and the people of God needs to be alert. I was not alert. I was hiding. There are secrets I hold on to. Now I am going to let it go.

a pray a day

Dear Jesus
Today I am very thankful because I have finished a project. A minor one, but a project indeed. I have upholstered a sofa. Now there are several things that I could have done better, but for now I am just glad that I have finished it and have not quit.
I am so happy that I have decided to sleep early and wake up early to play my ukulele. Now I have left it out in the open. Hopefully Mother won't go crazy when she finds that zi have misplace my thing again.

I am also very happy that I have talked to Paris today. She is such a delight to be with. Very cheerful and genuine and sometimes a little awkward, but that's Paris!
I pray for Cavicho. As much as I like to stick on like a scotch tape, I think he needs a breather from my harassment. Although God to be honest, I only say that to make myself feel better. I don't harass. I just do things because they are on my mind. Anyways, I am also thankful for him. Just because no matter how I see it, he is still nice. So happiness and joy to him.
Lord, I never want to be bitter in my life. Help me be genuine always.
In Jesus' name,
Amen

sick day

Today, I have big sausage lips just like years ago when I ate a poisoned plum. Except this year , I have no idea what I ate. Throughput the years, my body is becoming more and more sensitive. My allergen list seemed to be increasing. From peach to plum to apple, what is it going to be next. I value my health more though. If anything happened to me, the people beside me are going to worry and be sad. So now I value healthy eating. With that being sad. No more coke for you, Penner. C'est tres gross.
In addition to my allergic reaction, my nose has been giving me heck as well. My throat seem somewhat invaded by globe of mucus as well. Don't know if I'd be okay to sing on Saturday. Still got to practice singing while playing.
*cough cough
**awe~~~

the Me I want to be

I have gathered all my energy towards doing one thing.
As long as I put in 100% of my concentration, I will get things down.
I will gather all my confusion, my sadness, and my "misses" into something productive.
Then everything negative will turns to positive.
Then everything sad will have something happy to contribute.
Then I will smile to people walking down the street.
Then I will sing to the random chippies down the road.
I will be me.

post birthday memory

I was really disappointed when I didn't get my pink guitar pick for my birthday.
It all started when I lost my gift to myself-my pink guitar pick.
Out of great excitement, I thought of the perfect gift for someone to give to me. It would mean the WORLD to me if I was to receive it from him.
But the day of my birthday come and there was nothing. It wasn't a big deal because I don't expect people to come all the way out here for me. So the convenient thing to do is to wait till Wednesday, since we would conveniently meet up on Wednesday.
Um... he forgot.
I like to say it wasn't a big deal, but I think it was. I haven't pick up my guitar for a pretty long time. I am a stubborn child. I am still waiting for a pink guitar pick. I just didn't realized how big I made myself in someone else's life. I was scared of myself and my imagination.
forevermore.

thoughts on marriage from the prospective of a girl from neverland

marry?
sure, ill get married.
why do I have to marry someone I love?
dont worry with my personality, I could probably mash with anyone semi-decent
I dont have to go for the best on my chart right
is there actually such one as the best
wait what's the purpose of marriage?
to live together forever?
I think I could do that.
to keep each other company?
think id hate that
to have a family?
eh...

that's it I think ill just be business oriented.
imagine the things I could do
I know I have an issue about this
but its sort of unsolvable
I dont want to solve it
too complicated