Flower Stop

You know the feeling when you’re walking along a busy road and you’re just absorbed in doing your thing and then you see a flower in the crack of a pavement and you just stop to look at it because it’s almost restful?

Today, this post is my flower stop. (Like pitstop, geddit? But prettier. Ok, moving on.)

Boo! Flower Stop Surprise~

I’m not writing about anything in particular. It’s actually almost about nothing. (Beckett moment. Wow, never thought I’d have a Beckett moment ever. Not doing it as a philosophical statement of life or anything, though.) It’s nice sometimes, to have a ‘nothing’ moment, just some space to mosey a bit. If you’re into the whole ‘stream of consciousness’ sort of writing, you’re most welcomed to stay and read on, glimpse a little of my mind. If you were hoping for a kind of structured piece with some content, I’m obliged to give you a little warning, you may be disappointed and you should go on and continue with your life. No sarcasm intended. Unless of course, you’re doing homework or something and need a distraction. You might as well read on right, since you’re already here.

It’s in the middle of another school day. I don’t usually write in the middle of days. I write at night when I’m done with whatever I needed to do in the day so that I can just write and write without stopping.

And yet, here I am.

I’ll be honest. This is an attempt to ward off the post-lunch food coma that’s threatening me now.

I’ve got weird Thursdays this semester. I have this extraordinarily long break from 11.30 in the morning to 4.30 in the evening where I have my next class. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. There wasn’t supposed to be this 4.30 class today but due to some administrative issues, I got stuck with thissssss out-of-place class. (The word ‘administrative’ always sounds so grown up-ish. I like to use it to boost my maturity cred but I do not like to hear this word as a reason for something or another. It sounds so complicated.)

I tried hanging around the library last week, just to wait for classes to start. It was such an arggghhhh. So this week I thought I’d just come back and then make a second trip for the 4.30 class.

Which leaves me in a dangerously precarious situation of having my bed next to me while I’m battling food coma.

You do see why I’m here.

I miss my movie classes, the elective I took last semester which allowed me to watch whole movies during the lecture and then talk about the techniques used in a school forum. The lecturer wasn’t the most engaging but all the techie stuff made me feel like I knew something about filming movies, like a real professional. And the post I wrote on Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, a film I got to know through the class, is actually garnering really exotic views, so my stats page says. I don’t exactly know why but views just trickle in even if there isn’t a Bollywood craze going on but I find myself marvelling at how the timelessness of this old show is still rippling on till today. It’s really cool.

I’m taking a linguistic course this semester with a lecturer who is really into what she teaches. She’s really interesting and funny which I think comes a bit from being well-travelled. Linguistic seems rather related to psychology, at least for me and I’m supposed to revise the stuff I learnt so far from the lectures after I finish this stump of a post.

I feel so inarticulate today. I’ve befriended an exchange student from China who texts me in Mandarin and it takes me such a long while to reply her because I cannot construct decent sentences in Mandarin. I keep re-checking my grammar and everything before I actually send my text.

I’m not particularly articulate in English today either. I got another text and I also took a while to compose a reply for that one, although admittedly, it was difficult because it was someone I hadn’t spoken to for a while and was from an adult (which is always hard for me because I still think I’m a child so then the relationship gets weird and I don’t know what’s considered polite or rude).

I’d also been feeling cluttered of late. Cluttered with words. But not the kind where I’m full of thoughts and I just need to get it all out here. It’s more like, cluttered with meaningless words. My head’s just filled with words and voices and sounds but none of it is able to express what I feel or what I want. Words just seem so inadequate. And that’s a big deal for me because words are what I consider the main medium for me to express something. Maybe it’s just one of those times where you’re just so overwhelmed by this one area of your life that it suddenly fails you, and you don’t want it because it’s noisy.

Yea, I don’t know if I’m making sense. I’m still recovering a bit from my ’empty my mind’ phase. I miss my piano, my music.

Ok, I shall wrap this up now. Stay strong, guys! The weekends are just around the corner! Hang in there and have a great day ahead! 😀

Stand (on The Edge)

The long awaited Day 3! (Apologies in advance for a rather chopped up piece today. The points are all there but the mood to make it flow isn’t in me today. I’M TIRED. And hungry. I shall make myself a hot chocolate.)

Definition of “Stand”: Maintaining a specific posture, namely, standing upright

At that time many will turn away from the faith and will betray and hate each other, and many false prophets will appear and deceive many people. Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold, but the one who stands firm to the end will be saved. And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come.

Matt 24:10 – 14

Stand firm: To endure, remain, persevere

Then Jehoshaphat stood up in the assembly of Judah and Jerusalem at the temple of the Lord in the front of the new courtyard and said:

Lord, the God of our ancestors, are you not the God who is in heaven? You rule over all the kingdoms of the nations. Power and might are in your hand, and no one can withstand you. Our God, did you not drive out the inhabitants of this land before your people Israel and give it forever to the descendants of Abraham your friend? They have lived in it and have built in it a sanctuary for your Name, saying, ‘If calamity comes upon us, whether the sword of judgment, or plague or famine, we will stand in your presence before this temple that bears your Name and will cry out to you in our distress, and you will hear us and save us.’

2 Chron 20:5-9

To stand in God’s presence here, in the midst of trouble and calamity, is the opposite of running away.

This is the position we are called to take up, to stand. God is looking for people who will stand firm to the very end. He wants us to maintain that posture even if and when we don’t know what is going on. Our circumstances shouldn’t determine our stance. Our stance ought to be independent of everything else going on outside. Simply because it is a stance built on faith and that comes from the inside. That is a commitment.

12 Our God, will you not judge them? For we have no power to face this vast army that is attacking us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you.”

2 Chron 20:12

This is faith man. To reach the level where you can just live with such abandon because you know God has it all worked out. Wow. Our stand is a choice that we can make. And this is the kind of stand I want to make.

So how does one stand well against the many many curveballs life throws at us?

Your position. Your position is key. Where you stands determine how long you can stand.

And where’s the best place to stand on?

God’s Word. God’s Word is solid ground. It really is the rock we should build our house upon because it will never pass or fade away. With that assurance in mind, we can and will stand in faith against the waves and tides and whatnot because our God is the Rock. Stand on God’s Word.

Stand in God’s Love. Know that His love is real, He does love you, He does so much. Know that His love is unconditional.

28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Rom 8:28

Stand in His Will. God has a plan. Standing in His Will may require stepping out of certain comfort zones and securities but it doesn’t leave you stepping into air. Stepping out of places means you’ll be stepping into new territory as well, stepping into God’s promises, into God’s providence and into God’s hands. I’d say it’s a good deal hoho.

12 Epaphras, who is one of you and a servant of Christ Jesus, sends greetings. He is always wrestling in prayer for you, that you may stand firm in all the will of God, mature and fully assured.

Col 4:12

Stand firm in maturity, which means knowing the heart of God alongside His will.

Stand in the gap for your friends and family. Standing in the gap is what I always consider to be a true honor and privilege because God is using you to determine the victory of someone else out there. It’s really such a privilege to be used by God to reveal Himself to someone else. Stand in the gap.

Standing is not a passive, it’s active. Making a decision to respond in a certain way is standing. Stand firm in faith (not in foolishness), even in the small decisions. This posture in our faith determines our actions. Get this: If you don’t stand firmly in faith, you don’t stand at all.

58 Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.

1 Cor 15:58

This is the posture of surrender we are called to take up.

11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit,which is the word of God.

18 And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people.

Eph 6:11-18

Just so moved by this beautiful imagery. I really do believe this happens when we pray

And we are called to stand on guard. There is real spiritual warfare out there, no matter how archaic and fantastical it sounds. And it’s intense. It really is. Lives, souls are at stake. You can be sure that evil does lurk around to tempt us and try to make us stumble. So stand firm on your guard. Give them no opportunity. We are more than conquerors and that’s the truth. Stand firm because we have already won and are claiming the victory.

12 So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall!

1 Cor 10:12

Pretty self-explanatory, methinks.

And finally, you never walk alone.

He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
    out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
    and gave me a firm place to stand.

Psalms 40:2

When the storm has swept by, the wicked are gone, but the righteous stand firm forever.

Proverbs 10:25

I thought that this was a pretty good reminder. It’s stuff I’m sure we know somewhere at the back of our heads and it’s all pretty easy to say, relatively self-explanatory and all.

But to stand, really stand in God, with God, on his word, against everything else… well, I won’t admit that it’s an easy thing to do. Sometimes, we just don’t because we forgot or something. And yet, standing in God is something I believe is worth it. It’s the only important decision you have to make and keep making. You’re either standing for God or not.

And at least for me, standing like that, for God, well it’s something I’ll keep working at for the rest of my life. I might spend my whole life learning to stand firm, but because it’s standing firm with God, I will.

Winged Words

Dear everybody who might read this, be proud of me. Be very very proud of me. In fact, you can be proud of yourself too for knowing me and being vaguely associated with me. (Haha nah, I’m just kidding. But seriously, though.)

What’s to be proud of?

You’re reading the very words of one who has finished reading Homer’s The Odyssey, a 400 word long epic poetry made prose (wait for it) in the course of 2 days. Oh yeah, uh huh. *Boogies*

Did you get that? 400 pages of oldish English littered with too many Greek gods and monsters and people and too many stories and their re-tellings. In two days.

If that’s not an achievement unlocked, I don’t know what is.

Hail the Son of Laertes, seed of Zeus. “I am Odysseus!” Yeah, pretty smart of him to yell that to the Cyclops he blinded who prayed to his dad, Poseidon, to avenge him. Why would you incur the wrath of someone who is called “Earth-shaker”?

Responding to The Odyssey off the cuff, I’d say it’s really very much like Beowulf in the sense that there’s so much of story-telling. (“O you, who are you? Where do you hail? How did you get here?” And mind you our main characters repeat their stories to everyone they meet on every single new island and they do meet a lot of people in this work. That’s how it’s 400 pages long.) That it’s in prose helps only that little bit. It’s still very much in the epic poetry sense of things. At least, that’s what I’m getting.

Also, I have my questions on Odysseus. I may have read wrong (that sort of thing is bound to happen along the way in such a long book) but he did end up as the bedfellow of more than one goddess…right? And he slept with the Goddess Circe who turned his comrades to pigs? Who he pretended he was going to kill and then made her swear not to hurt him and then went up to bed with her? Like…whoa. Whoa. No. Disturbing much.

And why didn’t Penelope turn her wooers out? They were practically eating her estate away. She cried a lot in the story but I guess that can’t be helped when she didn’t even know if her husband was dead or alive and people were trying to woo her to marry one of them. I did wonder a lot about her mentality throughout the story. Another work we’re suppose to read later on is The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood. I think it’s about Penelope’s side of the story and from the first few lines, it looks like it’s in modern English (Thank God) and I’m actually quite interested to start reading it for her POV.

All in all, I just felt that the whole thing was so long-drawn out and very, very slow. I suppose it’s written that way to make the language beautiful and whatever but it really got on my nerves. These people could spend a day, a whole day, talking about their past adventure. (which, on more than one occasion, happened several years ago) Too much. Talking. Not enough. Action. When there was action, though, I read much quicker and I was actually into it. For a while, at least for as long (or short) as it lasted. Half the time I was lost in the story telling. Who’s telling the story now? Odysseus? Telemachus? Nestor? Menelaus? Lost. One telling example of this ‘inception’ in story telling was the part where the old maid (I forgot her name. Too many greek names. I know it started with E) was washing Odysseus’ feet. She didn’t know it was Odysseus because the goddess Athene had disguised him to look like an old beggar man. But she recognized this scar on Odysseus foot and then the work plunged into this page long historical recount of how Odysseus got the scar as a young man before coming back up to the present. Talk about going off tangent. I don’t really care how a boar cut Odysseus with its horn when he was a young man. If you tell me he has a scar, I believe you. Truly.

Anyways, these are all pretty superficial stuff and my immediate reactions as a slightly-worn out reader of the Odyssey. If you wanted a more intellectual discourse on it, I can’t promise you one but if it gets interesting when we talk about this in class (and after more heartfelt reviews into Sparknotes or Shmoop or something), I just might revisit our dear Odysseus again.

Whose Authority? (on The Edge)

Day 2’s night message at The Edge Conference by an African Pastor Henry. That is one dude on fire man.

He went away from there and came to his hometown, and his disciples followed him. And on the Sabbath he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were astonished, saying, “Where did this man get these things? What is the wisdom given to him? How are such mighty works done by his hands? Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon? And are not his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him. And Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honor, except in his hometown and among his relatives and in his own household.” And he could do no mighty work there, except that he laid his hands on a few sick people and healed them. And he marveled because of their unbelief.
And he went about among the villages teaching.

Mark 6:1-6

Now, now I like this message because it answers the ‘timeless’ test of “If God exists, ask him to show me a miracle to prove it.”

So the bold words were the main point of the message: “And he could do no mighty work there…”. Why couldn’t he? Is he not the all-powerful God, kind and merciful and willing to heal all? Well, yeah! So why couldn’t he do mighty work there? Get this: He had no choice because the people “took offense at him”, because they would not believe. This hindered him from working his miracles. Of course Jesus wants to heal and of course he could heal, but the people wouldn’t let him out of their unbelief.

This is how miracles work. It is never “show us a sign to prove yourself”.

It is “because you don’t believe, I can’t show you the sign”. It’s not the miracles that will make your faith, it is your faith, your belief without any kind of guarantee or observable proof, that will enable you to see these miracles.

And that’s foolishness to some people. “It’s just a bunch of excuses to save yourself from doing ‘miracles’ which you can’t.” They may say.

Well, you can say that. But for me, personally, it makes sense. If you don’t believe it first, before the miracles, you won’t believe it even after the miracles. You’d think of all sorts of reasons “Oh, there’s a scientific explanation! Oh, it’s a coincidence!” and you’ll credit everything else but God who technically is God over the heavens and the earth and can make the coincidence happen or use science for his miracles. Who’s to say God can’t use science? I’m sure He has every right to since He made the earth. Tuh. But I deviate.

You believe before you see. That’s how faith works. If you believe based on what you can see and only that, that isn’t faith. You’ll just need a lot of constant assurance from God and you’ll constantly doubt Him if you can’t see anything. How is He going to do a mighty work in you then if you don’t trust Him?

The other takeaway: Respect everyone in life. Revival comes when you do the Christian life practically. Your life may be the only bible someone else is going to read. So take responsibility for that.

The other other takeaway: God will give you what you need in a package you don’t want. God came to the people in a way they didn’t like, in Jesus. They couldn’t respect or honour him so they missed out on his miracles.

The third takeaway: Listen.

On one of those days, as he was teaching, Pharisees and teachers of the law were sitting there, who had come from every village of Galilee and Judea and from Jerusalem. And the power of the Lord was with him to heal. And behold, some men were bringing on a bed a man who was paralyzed, and they were seeking to bring him in and lay him before Jesus, but finding no way to bring him in, because of the crowd, they went up on the roof and let him down with his bed through the tiles into the midst before Jesus. And when he saw their faith, he said, “Man, your sins are forgiven you.” And the scribes and the Pharisees began to question, saying, “Who is this who speaks blasphemies? Who can forgive sins but God alone?” When Jesus perceived their thoughts, he answered them, “Why do you question in your hearts? Which is easier, to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven you,’ or to say, ‘Rise and walk’? But that you may know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins” —he said to the man who was paralyzed— “I say to you, rise, pick up your bed and go home.” And immediately he rose up before them and picked up what he had been lying on and went home, glorifying God. And amazement seized them all, and they glorified God and were filled with awe, saying, “We have seen extraordinary things today.”

Luke 5:17-26

Jesus had the power to heal because there were sick people who needed to be healed. The Pharisees themselves were sick and also needed healing, but they didn’t get it. Only the paralytic got healed. Why?

The Pharisees were too full of themselves to receive Jesus. They knew much, they were learned in scriptures and thought they knew more than Jesus such that they were offended by him also. They didn’t see that they were sick. Even though they witnessed the miracle of healing Jesus did, they still didn’t want to subject themselves to his authority or respect him. So they didn’t get it.

Last one from Matthew:

When he had entered Capernaum, a centurion came forward to him, appealing to him, “Lord, my servant is lying paralyzed at home, suffering terribly.” And he said to him, “I will come and heal him. But the centurion replied, “Lord, I am not worthy to have you come under my roof, but only say the word, and my servant will be healed. For I too am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. And I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes, and to another, ‘Come,’ and he comes, and to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.” When Jesus heard this, he marveled and said to those who followed him, “Truly, I tell you, with no one in Israel have I found such faith. I tell you, many will come from east and west and recline at table with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven, while the sons of the kingdom will be thrown into the outer darkness. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.” And to the centurion Jesus said, “Go; let it be done for you as you have believed.” And the servant was healed at that very moment.

Matthew 8:5-13

I always like this centurion. I absolutely admire and respect this dude because he recognized Jesus’ authority and went beyond Jesus’ offer in faith. Jesus has full authority over our lives, a perfect plan and this centurion allowed Jesus to do what he does. He respected Jesus’ authority and got his servant healed. Based on Jesus’ word and just his word. Like. Wow. Kudos, dude. Seriously. On a word.

A lot of people baulk at the word ‘authority’ and in truth, I do too. A bit. I rebel if I think it’s just…not the smartest/most useful thing to obey. But this is the authority I want to submit and live under because I know for sure that whatever I do under this authority is for the best.

How do I submit? Obey. Which is something I’ve come to realize one needs faith to do. Truly, “Without faith, it’s impossible to please God.” While I’m there, I want to work on submitting to the other human authority figures above me. After all, He is the one who gives them authority over us. “Work as if for God and not for men”, right?

There are a couple other points in Day 3 and I hope that I’ll be able to put those up too to wrap up the Edge.

Till then!

Come Back Soon

I dreamt that you came back. In fact, it was the second time I dreamt you came back.

It doesn’t matter how many times I dream it up.

It doesn’t matter how many different ways you came back in the dreams.

You came back. I know you’ll come back. I’m waiting for you.

Come home running.

Here Goes Nothing

It’s the eve of a brand new school semester and I’m curled up in bed in my dorm, part Monday-bluey and part looking forward to it in a good way. Mum and Dad came to help me clean out a whole month’s worth of dust and to pack me in nicely for school tomorrow. Basically, stocking up on food here. Such lovely parents.

Yes, I’m just a tad blue looking back on the fun I had the last month. I’ve had a blast all holiday long. I’d written a lot, travelled, ate, not so much reading, painted, piano-ed, shopped, the works. It’s really just about a good time to start working at things again, reading and thinking and writing graded essays (egad!). So yes, I did look forward to it in the long term aspect of things. I guess I’m just a little blue because it had been a great holiday.

I spent a lot of time with God this holiday, more than I usually do, I think. I usually take the opportunity of time during holidays to do more QT and bible study and stuff. For a while, it goes OK. And then I get distracted by writing or reading or something and suddenly, my time for God just doesn’t seem enough.

But I didn’t do that this holidays. When your time is filled with Edge Conferences and church camps, a lot of time is spent with God and I really made a conscientious effort to keep up with the Bible studies and stuff. I did this 30/30 Bible revival challenge (http://edgeconference.sg/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/30-Minutes-Revival.pdf) over the hols, admittedly not everyday but every two, three days, from the Edge conference. It’s been giving a lot more consistency than just my QT which has always been a bit of a routine, read and forget, thing. I really wanted to work more on my Bible because I feel a bit unprepared regarding knowing the Word. Like, yeah, I know God said something like there somewhere in the Bible, but I didn’t know where, or the context of what He said etc etc. And I wanted to keep His promises nearby me so that I would have them when I needed them. So I memorized my Psalms 23, the Beatitudes and the Time for Everything passage in Ecclesiastes. Just cos they’re a passage and they’re lovely and repetitive and somewhat easier to remember.

Now comes the ‘living it out part’. I say, there’s no faster, more effective way than to learn and walk with God than to walk with him in real life. Not that I didn’t have real life in December. But like, daily life. With other people. Where things happen. And you really rely on God for the smallest things that are just beyond your control. Life puts your relationship with God to the test and that kind of thing grows your faith the quickest and deepest.

For me, school is that kind of a training ground for my faith. (I just realized that the long drives back to school makes me super reflective and prayerful and pensive and I don’t ever pray as hard or as long as when I’m in the car heading for school. Well, that says a lot.)

Not that I’m dreading it but it just dawned on me how much God had a hand in making my last semester so smooth and relatively chill. Academic-wise, God has been very very good to me and I’ve gotten grades I haven’t seen since I was, what, 9?

Honestly speaking, I’m just a little apprehensive on my social factor, the relationships with people parts. I’d just been humbled in seeing that my new Uni friends aren’t the problem I thought they were. The problem is just probably me.

See, I’d been griping about these people without really knowing them. In essence, they’re nice despite our varying differences but I’d blamed my lack of investing time into my relationships with them on the idea that they’re just ‘not my crowd’, we’re too different, our morals, values, upbringing, just too different.

Then, I head to church. Where I’m surrounded by people I identify as ‘my kind of crowd’, people I grew up with having the same ideas as I did, the friendliest and loveliest people I could ever know. And even there, I see that most of the time, these people are reaching out to me, going all out to be friendly and welcoming. I’m warmed and I’m truly touched and impressed by them but then I see that I don’t know how to respond to them either. I’m just so…not friendly.

So it’s not my college friends’ fault that I’m finding it a little iffy to fit in. Even when people are nice to me I can’t respond in kind.

I wondered if this was like a character thing, or something that kind be learnt over time, friendliness, you know. I might never know. Maybe it’s uncomfortable being friendly but some people do it anyway because they care more for other people than for themselves.

That’s what I want to do this semester. I want to love people. Like really love them and care for them, not just the superficial ‘Hi bye’ deals. I figured the reason why I’m so offish is because I don’t care for people. And I want to. That’s something I’m looking to God for this season, a love for His people. That’s the best way I can be a light for Him, I guess. It could be awkward, very awkward, which is my kryptonite (ironically, I’m awkward half my life) but I want to make an effort. I’m getting too old to be unsociable muhahaha.

Love People!

My roomie isn’t back yet to feel the love and concern I’m going to shower her with hohoho. So quiet tonight.

Alsohhh, I’d been a bit addicted to writing my fanfiction. The reviews have been amazing and it’s getting into my head. It feels really good to have your writing validated and stuff but I think I have to stop for now. It’s a pity because I have it all thought out and it just needs to be fine written. Yet, I’m not sure of how far I can push myself before I become an addict to the reviews. Ok, correction, I’m not addicted to writing the fanfic, I’m addicted to the reviews. Either way, I’m kind of glad school has started so that it gives me a reason to not write so much for now, gives me some space and that I don’t have to make a conscientious, moral choice to stop.

I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. So random. You probably don’t read my fanfiction. My readers would be disappointed if they knew. But oh wells, they don’t. I’m quite proud I made it to chapter 4 though. When I started, I’d only written chapter 1. Then I just wrote chapters to get them out weekly. Which is a big deal for me. I never write well at that kind of standard so quickly. So I’m proud of that. It’s a personal accomplishment thing.

Now I’m just rambling. You can tell I’m lonely without my roomie. And without my dear Pasco, the snow white alpaca Sam got me for Christmas who I couldn’t bear to bring to school in case it got dirty. Pasco~

Ok, good night, y’alls! Have a great week ahead! 🙂