I lost my laptop

My MacBook lies over the island
My MacBook was in a taxi
My MacBook lies over the island
Oh bring back my MacBook to me.

Bring back, oh bring back
Oh bring back my MacBook to me, to me!
Bring back, oh bring back
Oh bring back my MacBook to me.

:(

I dare you to move

Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here!

I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor

Could it really be so simple? But it is so hard. Jesus, I know now that you have dared me, you will help me.  This is not something that can be accomplished by humans alone. It is a larger spiritual reality and battle.

drumming noise inside of my head

à la Florence + The Machine. 

Strikingly different genres with strikingly similar openings.

Good Life | One Republic

 

Drumming Song | Florence + The Machine

 

Hungry | Kathryn Scott

Giving away

Of course, we cannot give something away which we do not possess ourselves. The very ability to give away our life in Christ is the proof of its possession. Neither can we withhold that which we possess in the Spirit of Christ, and still keep it. The Spirit of God always insists on making Christ known. Here is the great paradox of life - we must die to ourselves to live in Christ, and in that renunciation of ourselves, we must give ourselves away in service and devotion to our Lord.

Robert E. Coleman, The Master Plan of Evangelism (1963)

September ends

Counter-songs apt for this season.



Insomnia/Sleepless in Singapore

I got shortlisted! For...

this.

It's part of the Singapore Writers Festival next month. Ghaz from Goodfellas will be putting it to music. Once the song is up, there's online voting followed by a public voting at the Grand Finale itself. And of course I hope you would be voting for Ghaz/my work lol.

Who would have thought? I'm definitely excited for the exposure! Jesus, thank you for inspiring me to write amidst my troubles. Even if no one reads them, I know you do - over and over again.

Insomnia/Sleepless in Singapore
I do not sleep
I am in Kefalonia
Wide awake
I wish I was here

Rivers were born to meet the sea.

I toss, I turn, and roll alone
In the dark of streetlight
Dead as stone

Whatever it takes to get to the sea.

Sore from waiting
I hate to say
The pining of romance
Some oceans away

Oceans were made to hide my grief.

And we were made to love.

August 2, 2011                           

 

everything that needs a trim

Beards need to be trimmed.

So do nails, hair, hedges, fruit trees, stacks of paper, eyebrows, nose hair...and the like.

So here is my Bucket list, updated (or 'trimmed') from its latest version eight months ago.

Hike the whole Grand Canyon again
Get inked.

Eat ice cream when it's literally freezin'
Change our world.
Live somewhere else.
Write poetry/songs.
Sing and play the guitar at the same time (well).

Go to Bestival.

See Lucy Rose at at least one gig.

Play dodgems (indoors with fun lights) again and again

Decorate and paint cakes. 

Give free hugs on the street.
Be Gary the snail on the road.
Stick my finger into my nose for pictures.
Ask my family for forgiveness on being a badass in the past.
Feed stray cats.
Save animals and bugs.
Open a Youtube channel.
Get a menial F&B job.

New strike-offs and proof I'm proud to present you:

Finish an entire Balut!

It was 17 days old. It's eaten warm after it's boiled, but we happened to wait till it got really cold before eating. Swallowing was difficult but still I did it!

Have a cat at home.

We brought Ginger home in early January after he was abandoned.

My mom even sewed him two spiffy collars!