Tuesday, August 30, 2011

& you're beautiful when you smile like that. ♪♥

Lyrics from Hideaway by Shane Harper. I think I'm in love... all his songs are so, so cute. Just saying.

Anyways, I decided to raid my sister's wardrobe yesterday, and I found this pretty floral vintage shirt which I wore today. :)

Black charity bracelet from Cotton On (it has a silver charm with 'believe' written on it, but you can't see it in the pic), silver 'Sariah ♥' ID and a silver scripture bracelet from the bestie... I wear these pretty much every day. :)

Shirt: thrifted
Cardigan: Big W
Jeans: Jay Jays
Boots: Target

I saw a video tutorial (forgot the link :/) for a messy fishtail plait ponytail, so I thought I'd give it a try... this one kind of exceeds just "messy" because it's from yesterday.

Nothing much happened today. I overslept (till 7am) and figured I didn't have enough time to get ready fast enough to make it to my first lecture so I stayed in bed a bit longer. It actually worked out well because I just read over it online, then went in to uni for 12-3 instead of 9-3... I should do that more often. :D My tutorial and two lectures weren't that enlightening, but interesting, I suppose. It's funny how you just know something, a gospel truth, but there are a million and one theories scrabbling around in the dark trying to explain it. I've found that a lot this year, it makes me grateful to have something solid to cling to. :)

Well, I should probably be getting some rest because even though I have a late start tomorrow, I have an Italian test and therefore should probably get up a little early to study. Then again... if I get up, will I even study anyway?

♥ Sariah


Friday, August 26, 2011

Meet the Bestie :)

Last weekend, my best friend came to visit for the first time in a billion years. Well, three months to be precise. In all fairness, it's not exactly his fault he hasn't been over here (I've been to see him at least once every two weeks) because he's had moving house, babysitting, exams and life in general to deal with. So I forgive him. :)




We met up at (my) uni, where we had a delightful yoghurt-and-strawberries breakfast in the park and did a spot of shopping before we caught the bus back to my house. Once there, we watched Horton Hears a Who (one of the best movies everrr and he hadn't even seen it!), ate lasagne and salad for lunch and since the weather was so lovely, went for a walk-and-talk. Nothing too profound but overall, it was a really nice day. :)



Me holding a clover "world" (see Horton Hears a Who).




Cardigan: from an old neighbour... I don't usually wear orange but I don't mind this.
White Shirt: my sister's, thrifted
Jeans: JayJays
Boots: Target
Necklace: Diva (you can't really see it, but it's a dainty light gold pocket watch)



An "echidna" we found... It's actually a pine cone or something. :)



On our walk, we went to my "secret spot" where I used to go to look at the sky and think. To our great surprise and delight, there was a special little rainbow waiting to greet us. :)


I'm so lucky to have a best friend who appreciates the simple things in life, and whom I can be myself around. Most of the time, I think we really help each other be better people. I know things can't always stay the easy, comfortable way they are, but for now I'm just grateful for the things I have and the things I'm learning. :)

Oh, and my favourite scripture today comes from Moroni 8:16: 'fear not what man can do; for perfect love casteth out all fear.'
Pretty self explanatory. I love it.

♥ Sariah

Sunday, August 21, 2011

time escapes

like sand through an hourglass

each tiny grain counting

the things we never did

and the words we never said

because complacency is safer than the fall

wishes are wasted

on shooting stars

lost with the magic of the moment

while the stars in the sky

shine brighter

memories fade as

faces are replaced

and dreams are crumbled

then rebuilt

into cities of gold

and still...

we hold on.

shattered debris

cupped in dusty hands

trickle through our fingertips

to feed the wonders of

tomorrow

if every pile of ashes

holds the promise of a flower

why is it so hard to let it grow?