December 2010
46 posts
fracas(n)
a noisy, disorderly disturbance or fight; riotous brawl;
an uproar.
victory
thank God for boxing day.
have we gotten more foolish, a year later?
If I hard the guts to say what I want to say, I’ll say it over and over again.
But without such bravery, my tongue is tied and my honesty dismissed. I’m waiting for another sunrise
I love You.
there’s much that I don’t know about this world — everything it holds, everything is has to offer. Here I am playing Christmas songs and I’m convinced that when life falls apart you can rebuild it all. I guess I don’t have a melody today. I’ve found it possible to mute everything, but in doing so, I tend to end up cold, old and cranky. Although it’s...
Mum says I could draw and design the things I see in my head. I’m sorry that it’s so hard for me to get things from my head onto paper. It drives me crazy, but I cannot promise any value to much of these creative juice other than a sense of self-satisfaction and a mad world of nonsensical things that I hold dear. Have a good day. I need to sleep.
I’m fed up. Warning: This post will not be well-written and may contain atrocious grammar errors disassociated thoughts.
Do we label a product good and tell our consumers that it’s good and expect them to concur? Or do we let them decide for themselves if the product is good or bad after trying? If good, will they not ask for the ‘secret recipe’? Will they not beg for the...
I believe God made me for a purpose.
They say you are first a christian, then a musician, or whatever.
But I think I’m both at the same time. I don’t need to write Jesus in every song to say that I believe in everything He says; or at least I try harder so every time I start to doubt. For most of the time, I feel like a dam, brimming at the seams, desperate holding onto everything...
Mum isn’t talking.
I love school. I have slowly surrounded myself in a small, loose circle of friends. The absence of close friends have been hard. But I’ve learnt that there’s no better way to have good friends than to be a good friend. And I think this is a good sign.
I know I’m weird alright. Here I am 11.13pm, crying like a baby while Amos Lee sings, it doesn’t...
Watch
keep me where the light is
Casino du Lac-Leamy 2010.
I remember sitting on the wet grass, the cold wind and rain slapping against my face. While the Germans shot an array of brilliant gold, Louis Armstrong is singing What A Wonderful World. And I believed.
Fireworks don’t work as well in the rain. But on colder, drier nights, it is magnificent to hear the thunderous clap of explosion followed by the wondrous...
Watchthis is a-maz-zinggg!
for those years when we were asleep
I started writing this post last night, but never got around to finish the thought.
Time is routine. I am routine.
Here I am (or was) on Friday night again. Outside the streets are cold, glittery and slippery with ice. It snowed like confetti this morning. I’m huddling beside my computer, my guitar, my cup of tea, feeling a little like a loser. I...
Music is food to me. Songs speak for me the words I cannot utter. They can settle a storm inside of me or spur a hurricane. They can bring me closer or further from where I want or should be.
Memoirs.
A lot has happened over the last ten months. Today, I went over all that I’ve written down. Truth is, I’ve learnt more than I’ve sung. I considered much. Writing takes the...
