Winter is Coming…

what to do? well, here I’ve kindly compiled a list of fun winter activities to do with your family and friends :) enjoy!

  1. Drive around the neighborhood or the city and look at the Christmas lights while blasting the Christmas playlist (one of my favorites) For extra brownie points, do it while dressed in your Christmas onesies or pajamas ;)Christmas-City-Lights-Tumblr-09.jpg

 

2. Go ice skating! It doesn’t matter if you spend 95% of the time skating around on your behind…the fun time you’ll have will be worth it ;)

 

3. Gather some of your friends and spend the day baking treats ^^ you’ll most likely end up having a flour fight but it’s all about the memories right? Plus, you can sit around a toasty warm fire and enjoy your treats afterwards! tumblr_md75mnirkq1r8n67w

 

4. This one is super cozy & fun: build a fort out of pillows, blankets, chairs – whatever you can find! It’s lots of fun deciding among yourselves how you want the fort to look – you might even have a pillow fight along the way :3  For a tumblr touch – hang fairy lights around the inside of the fort and admire your work ^.^ large.jpg

 

5. Build and decorate gingerbread houses together! *cough* I have had a terrible experience with gingerbread houses where the icing got everywhere and nothing stuck together. The end result barely even looked like a gingerbread house, but DON’T LET THAT DISCOURAGE YOU! Just…don’t eat too much candy ;)

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6. Finally, make delicious s’mores together around a flickering fire. You’ll have a fabulous time eating the gooey confections and talking and laughing.smores-2.jpg

well, that’s it for now! maybe next time I’ll be back with gift ideas? stick around and you’ll find out ;)

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Day 27: Unfinished.

I’m the kind of person who loves to put their earbuds in and stare dreamily out the car window at the passing scenery, whether that scenery is the wonderful handiwork of God (nature) or a busy freeway packed with cars.

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I also love airports – for the organized chaos that reigns everywhere you walk, and also for the delighting variety of people you see there.

Confession: I love people-watching.

I like to wonder what kind of lives they have. Does the man slumped in the bus station have a warm home to return to? Does the tired-looking cashier wearily scanning potatoes get enough rest? The little girl, walking all alone behind a loud chattering group of children on their way home for school – is she okay? Does she have a loving family?

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Every pair of eyes I see holds some kind of emotion – joy, fear, sadness. There is so much pain in this world and it has affected many people in many different ways.

Every person has a story to tell that makes them unique and different, and every story is worth hearing. I have a story full of ups and downs that would take a lifetime to retell – and it is still being written. It’s unfinished; a rough draft.

What’s your story?

 

 

Day 21: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

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“Mer, hi!” Sarah flashed her dazzling white smile at me, and I smiled back.

“Hey! It was great meeting you this weekend at the camp-out. Hope to see you again sometime.” I leaned forward, embracing her for a quick moment.

“Absolutely. You have my number, right?” She pointed at my phone, and I nodded.

“I’ll definitely hit you up.”

“Great. My parents are calling, I gotta go. Bye!” She waved and jumped inside her white car.

“Bye!” I called lightheartedly, waving as the vehicle sped away.

 


 

There were a lot of things I wanted to say. Millions of memories raced through my mind as his dark green eyes melted into my dark brown ones. Memories from the past 17 years as best friends slowly spilled out of my eyes and onto my cheeks. I stood next to the pile of suitcases, my hands trembling in my jacket pockets as the hum and bustle of the airport swirled around us two. Neither of us paid attention to it.

“Mer,” he murmured slowly, then reached out, gently wiped the memories from my face, and pulled me close. I blinked back my tears and tried the memorize the familiar clean scent of his clothes.

“Don’t go,” I mumbled into his jacket. The one that I’d bought him last Christmas. The one he wore practically every day. “Don’t go to some university in some other state and leave me here.” His arms tightened around me and an audible sigh escaped him.

“You know I have to, Mer. It’s not my choice. My parents want me to do this. I’d never leave you out of my own will.” I felt his strong hands rub soothing circles in my back, trying to suppress my ragged breathing.

A few minutes passed with the two of us holding each other in the middle of the airport. I was aware of the stares and whispers, but none of it mattered. Only he mattered.

“Make me proud, Mer. Promise me you’ll make me proud.”

I promised.

Half an hour later, I watched him walk into the airplane. Bracing myself, I saw his tall, fit figure turn and wave at me. I saw the pain in his eyes. I waved back, trying to be strong for his sake.

“Goodbye,” I whispered.

and the memories flooded out of my eyes once more.

 

*sorry if this was more of a sad post, but it fit the prompt *shrugs* I wrote it in first person so you, dear reader, could experience what the main character was feeling. let me know what you think! don’t be afraid to criticize :)

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Day 19: A Trip to LA

ayye your girl Faith went to the LA County Fair yesterday with some of her friends :D Here are some pics of the adventure!

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the barn ;3

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 the yogurt was pretty good.

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Day 17: 7 Things To Do When You’re Feeling Nostalgic

  1. Take a walk in nature.
  2. Watch the sunset – there’s something captivating about watching a fiery golden ball throw purple, pink, and orange hues across the indigo skies.
  3. Look at old photographs – this is one of my absolute favorites and always transports me back in time.Image result for tumblr pic of polaroids
  4.  Read an old entry in a journal or a diary.Image result for tumblr pic of old journals
  5.  Go on a long drive with that nostalgic playlist going.
  6. Read a book in a quiet, little cozy corner of your house that’s preferably naturally lit. Image result for tumblr pic of little cozy corner
  7. Take a warm shower.

I hope you’ll find these tips useful :D

 

inspired by Free People’s blog

Day 10: My Worst Habit(s)

  • Procrastinating – why is it so easy to put off an important geometry test or English presentation? gah. this is definitely one of my biggest problems xD

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  • Becoming easily stressed and defrayed in situations with pressure – it can be a performance, a long list of “to-do” things, etc. a lot of times, I let the pressure get to me until I melt into a stressed blob ._.

 

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  • Over analyzing situations to the point where I am freaking out over why this person sent “k” and not “kk” in a text message lol.

 

  • And lastly, thinking that I can do it “by myself.” none of us can do life by ourselves, dears. only He can help us <3
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Day 10: My Favorite Quote(s)

 

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“you can make or break the chains that hold you.”

“Bless this mess.”

“be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.”

“and though she be but little, she is fierce.” – Shakespeare

“think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy” – Anne Frank

“The more you care, the more you have to lose.” – HP

“and I think I’m gonna love you for a long long time” – my heart

“All that we are is the result of what we have thought.”

Day 9: 10 Favorite Foods

  1.   Ramen – my favorite comfort food.tumblr.ramen
  2. Mac n’ Cheese – as unhealthy as it is, I love it :P cheesy
  3. Lasagna =3
  4. Burritos gahh #chipotle because yes I’m that basic xD
  5. Mangoesss – my comfort fruit. also basically all tropical fruit, like pineapples.pineapples.tumblr
  6. Pasta – pappardelle, gnocchi, ravioli – you name it, I’ll eat it.
  7. Kimbap :D (Korean sushi) kimbap
  8. Popsicles on a hot summer day <3 popsicles.
  9. Watermelon
  10. Pizza, duh u.u  you knew that was comingpizza

 

Day 6: 6 Current Goals

  1. That others would see Him in me.
  2. Start journaling more
  3. Be a blessing to those around me.
  4. Run at least 3 times every week and enter a 10k. Who knows, maybe I’ll run a marathon someday?
  5. Study harder and graduate.
  6. Reach out to you guys more :)

 

Day 5: My Dream Job

My goal is to create a life I don’t need a vacation from.

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Dream Job:

I’d love to spend my life helping others. That’s the highest, purest form of human happiness isn’t it?

I’ve always loved the medical field – the thought of helping to change other people’s lives in little and big ways has always thrilled me. Recently this year, I had an opportunity to volunteer at a three day, free health clinic that was held in Los Angeles. It was amazing to see how many different kinds of people needed help and to see how desperately they needed it! Definitely one of my most favorite memories ever.

So there’s my dream job – kind of obscure, but at least I have an idea lol.

I want to witness for God by helping to change other people’s lives in the medical field :D If that doesn’t work out, I pray that I’m willing to follow His plan for me.

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Day 4: My Favorite Childhood Book

….I’m sure you know why.

I mean, look at that. What could be more exciting to my five year old mind than a line of delicious looking food?

Even better, the caterpillar gets to eat all of it (ignore the part about his tummy ache) and morphs into a gorgeous butterfly at the end.

Why can’t that happen to us? T_T

Storytime: It was a dark, stormy afternoon…

The Friday afternoon had started just like the past four days at camp had – with warm, golden sunshine, the bluest skies, and glassy waters. About 15 of us had jumped into our respective canoes and started the 1 mile long voyage across the river to enjoy the afternoon.

But on the way back, trouble hit.

Hard.

    Heavy, gray clouds soon covered the sapphire sky, mercilessly raining on us as we dragged our canoes into the water and clambered in. Sydney, Summer, and I strained at the paddles, but by the time we were halfway across, our muscles were already exhausted from 4 straight days of canoeing.

 

“I need to take a break,” panted Sydney, laying down her paddle and slumping over on the seat. Summer and I agreed. Our canoe began to float aimlessly across the seemingly calm waters. In a few seconds, they were forming into threatening-looking waves. I screamed as one wave hit, causing the canoe to tip dangerously to one side.
“Paddle left!” ordered Summer. Sydney and I hurried to obey, but it wasn’t long before she yelled, “Paddle right!” Suddenly, a rumble of thunder vibrated through the heavy clouds, closely followed by a streak of burning lightning. The rain that had been pelting us this entire time instantly hardened into icy balls.

I ducked instinctively, shouting, “HAIL!” The waves responded by rocking our canoe even harder. The three of us desperately prayed for God to save us as our little canoe bounced about on the waves, but I was ready to just lay down in the canoe and let the waves pound us.

We were helpless. Stuck in a storm with seemingly no way out. In the middle of paddling, I realized that this was the same situation with our daily lives. We are all fighting our personal storms – full of rain, thunder, and lightning. Sometimes we want to give up. None of us can ever make it through the tempest, unless we give Him permission to take control.

And at that moment, the waves stilled, the hail stopped, and comforting sunlight illuminated the once again peaceful (The three of us were screaming with gratitude and joy) lake.

tbh, we can’t fight our battles by ourselves – that’s basically pointless. Enlist His help, and then watch the miracles unfold in your life.

by the way, I kissed the flowers out of happiness to be back on terra firma again :P

Hopefully I didn’t seem like a creep…

It was VBS, and an average of 70 happy, excited kids filled the church every day. It was Tuesday, and I scanned my assigned kids, aged 5-9, with the practiced eye of a VBS veteran (jk not really). A petite girl with flyaway blond hair sitting all by herself caught my eye. Bending down so we were eye level, I smiled at her, thinking to win her over in a few seconds.

“Hi! What’s your name?” I asked enthusiastically tuning into the voice that was only for winning over little kids.

She looked coldly at me. “Maggie,” she said in a flat voice.

A little taken aback, I managed to ask her, “Are you ready for another great day of VBS?”

Her big brown eyes stared back at me, and she shook her head decisively.

“Uh…well….okay. Hey, we’re going to have fun, okay?”

Maggie set her little mouth in a straight line, and I shrugged and turned my attention to separating two of my kids who were playfully tackling each other. But I now had a goal for this week: win Maggie over and help her to have the best week of VBS ever.

She was peculiar, and very different from the other kids in my group. The five year old didn’t seek out my attention and kept to herself, never begging to hold hands or sit in my lap. Whenever I or the other VBS youth leaders tried to talk to her, her responses were witty and very smart for her age.

She was obedient, but her walls were up. It was my job to gently break them down with kindness. As the week went by, I did my best to smile at her whenever I had the chance, include her in any games we played, and stand next to her during praise time.

Hopefully, I didn’t seem like a creep.

Maggie began to thaw, slowly but surely. My smiles encouraged such beautiful smiles from her that made her eyes shine, and she began to talk more freely with me. And finally, the day came when the little girl was sitting happily in my lap, joyfully singing along and clapping to our theme song.

What did I learn from Maggie? Be patient with people. They’re different from you, and you can’t expect them to understand or react to things the same way that you do.We are all God’s handiwork, and we should treat everyone with love.

Gently thaw them with kindness and love, and you may be surprised with the results :)

The Eyes of Music

He was just a young boy – he didn’t deserve to go through so much at such a tender age. Anyone could look into his deep brown eyes and sense the sadness reflected there. When his parents divorced, the young boy’s heart was shattered. His grades suffered in school, and he saw no point to learning. He developed an attitude…and this continued until his mother realized that her son needed help. And that’s when the boy fell into the world of music.

He never imagined that a piece of delicately carved wood could interest him, but that’s what he started doing – he was given a cello and a bow, and he started practicing. He had fallen deeply in love with music – a love that would never fade. It was a way to express his pent-up feelings as never before. As the boy grew more skillful, his life began to change. His grades began rising again as he developed a more hopeful outlook on life.

The boy began joining various orchestras and community music organizations, all the while studiously learning in school – even taking honors classes. His repertoire expanded as his talent grew. When he played, it was as if he was one with the cello, and the cello with him. Several years later, he is in the teenage years, and the talented boy continues on in his musical journey. Now, he has hopes. Dreams. Hopes of becoming a professional future – dreams of getting into colleges and academies that would help him on his musical career.

If you look into his eyes today, they aren’t the same eyes as they were several years ago. Sure, there are still traces of sorrowfulness from his childhood – but now…there is light. There is love – for music, and for life.

And a young, ordinary girl in this cellist’s orchestra saw all this. She saw the changed life of the young cellist – how much he had to go through to get to where he was today. It inspired her, and she decided to write this post to remind the world that anything is possible if you work hard for it.

Anything.

 

#truestory

I promise I didn’t destroy the kitchen.

Once upon a time (actually yesterday), C and I were bored at home. We made granola.
The end.

Okay, okay! You want to know the rest of the story? Okay, sit quietly and I’ll tell you the rest of the story. So what happened was that we were at home and C was hanging around, bored.
“Why don’t we make granola?” She suggested hopefully. Inwardly and outwardly, I groaned. Most times I cook/bake/craft something with her, it ends up taking twice as long as I thought it would. And also twice as disorganized. But I, trying to be a great big sister, agreed. “Okay. Why don’t you cut up the almonds first?”
“Yay!” She squealed and ran to do my bidding. (Hee hee — by the way, cutting almonds is the longest part;) In about half an hour, we had conjured up a bowl of granola that was four times what the recipe called for. Hey, we I eat a lot, okay? So we, being two happy girls, gleefully popped three pans of granola into the oven. Proudly, I closed the oven door. “Three whole pans of granola!”
C sighed in satisfaction. “We could start a bakery,” she imagined.
“Yeah, right. Come on, let’s go play.”
I set the timer for 25 minutes, and we scampered off to play outside in the beautiful weather. In the middle of a soccer skirmish, C stopped and sniffed the air.
“Wait, do you smell that? It smells like something’s burning.” I gulped as I, too, smelled the same burnt smell wafting through the air. In one instant, I realized what happened.
“HURRY!” I screamed, running toward the door and flinging my body inside. Faster than the speed of light, I flashed into the kitchen opened the oven door and yanked out the three trays.
“Oh. Oh, no no no no!!!!”
“It’s BURNT!” shrieked C. Cautiously I looked closer. This was the first batch of granola that I’ve ever made that turned to complete charcoal. Thankfully, not the whole pan was burnt. So it was my task (I wonder why) to tediously pick out the granola-now-charcoal pieces from the pan.   
“Yeah,” I muttered. “We can totally start a bakery.”
Don’t worry! It still tasted good! ;)

Moral: Don’t count your chickens before the eggs hatch. Or in this case, don’t count your pans of granola before they potentially burn.

THE END.

That Girl Over There ~ and tell me in the comments if something like this has ever happened to you!