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My dad posted a picture of our new house on Facebook because he was happy that all his hard work has finally been paid off and even thank God for it. Then one of his friends suddenly commented that he is such a show of that and that a Christian shouldn't act so arrogant. This is when I got pissed off and mentioned her in my comment as seen in the second picture.

 I don't know why some people don't look in the mirror first. Sigh.

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Starting on a new adventure! :D

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Prepared a simple meal today since I'm too tired to cook something with more ingredients. Yum! (∩_∩)

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I can't stop listening to this cover of  Blank Space/Style by Louisa Wendorff! The lyrics below from listening and color coded.  ｡^‿^｡



I got that James Dean daydream look in your eye So it’s gonna be forever or it’s gonna go down in flames You got that red lip classic thing that I like You can tell me when it’s over, if the high was worth the pain When go crashing down, we come back every time Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane Never go out of style 'Cause you know I love the players Out of style And you love the game

Midnight You come and pick me up, no headlight Long drive Could end in burning flames or paradise

'Cause we're young and we're reckless We’ll take this way too far It’ll leave you breathless Or with a nasty scar Got a long list of ex-lovers They’ll tell you I’m insane But I’ve got a blank space, baby And I’ll write your name

I got that James Dean daydream look in my eye You got that red lip classic thing that I like when we go crashing down, we come back every time Never go out of style Out of style

Fade into view It’s been a while since I have even heard from you I should just tell you to leave ‘cause I Know exactly where it leads but I Watch us go ‘round and ‘round and ‘round each time

I got that James Dean daydream look in your eye So it’s gonna be forever or it’s gonna go down in flames You got that red lip classic thing that I like You can tell me when it’s over, if the high was worth the pain When we go crashing down, we come back every time Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane Never go out of style 'Cause you know I love the players Out of style And you love the game

I got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt 'Cause we're young and we're reckless, We’ll take this way too far You got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt It’ll leave you breathless, Or with a nasty scar We go crashing down, we come back every time Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane Never go out of style But I’ve got a blank space, baby Out of style And I’ll write your name

Midnight You come and pick me up, no headlight Long drive Could end in burning flames or paradise