I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a changeā€”a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.



Jacket, Pants Gmarket | Top Uniqlo | Shoes DIY Vintage Studded




Stuart Townend & Lou Fellingham (Phatfish), Keith & Kristyn Getty

Last night I dragged my boyfriend out to play soccer in the dark. Now, we all know General Life Advice article no. 223 is Do not challenge your full grown man to play soccer with you one-on-one whether you were on the highschool varsity team or not. The mixture of testosterone, masculine musclefibers, sweat and flaming man-ego brings about one ugly war victim. I managed to trip and fall on the dry cement, and when I say fall, I mean thwack!, the real business we used to get when we were 7. DO ADULTS EVEN FALL ANYMORE?

Actually the game was progressing 7-0 for him, so in deep shame I accidentally kicked my own feet, tripped, squeezed out some blood, wailed I can’t play anymore and stomped back to my room.

New Word Alive has been amazing so far, thunderstorms in my heart and a good old rattling of the brain. Think Christians, many Christians. Think tent, a big tent – put that together, and songs of praise to God. Now, that’s my cuppa tea.

Returning back home tomorrow, so currently planning some kind of a clever plan to catch a seagull to stuff in my bag to snack on in the bus.