You dont know what it means to lose something until you've lost it.

I watched a movie called Aftershock the other day. It's a Chinese movie about the earthquake in 1976 at Tangshan, China. I have to say its one of the most emotional movies I've seen in a long time perhaps ever. I watched it with my parents after a long delicious home-cooked meal. I love my parents. I can see the change in my heart as God teaches me about roles, responsibilities, boundaries and so on.. Family is a beautiful thing no matter how broken.

Lately, its been hard to find joy in studying. Some stuff have been on my mind and I'm starting to think I have a problem with letting things get to me. You ever feel like screaming at the top of your lungs everything you feel? I wish I had hiro nakamura's powers I'd teleport to every person that I never had the guts to stand up to, freeze time and then tell them exactly how I've felt. Nobody would know!!

take me home

My 11 year old cousin (Alicia) and the rest of the children are having their VBS thingamabobber at church this week. 2 little girls from brooklyn are staying with us while they attend the VBS here.
One is 8 (Baracka!) and she definitely can give Agnes a run for her money. The other one is 10 and is by far the most mature 10 year old (Rebecca) I've ever met. Though they are unrelated, Rebecca is an awesome big sister to Baracka. I asked if they were cousins or related and Baracka answers, " No, but we're sister's in the Lord" in that childish slow high pitched voice. It was awesome. Call me a creeper but Im listening to their conversation while they wash up. (My room is connected to the bathroom)

8 year old (shes showering): Oopsie daisy!
10 year old: What happened?
8 year old: I forgot my underwear!

puahahaha