parable of the talents

i've been thinking lately about how God has been really good to me lately, blessing me with all the musical equipment i needed. the boss micro recorder which i got at a 50% discount, an almost mint condition route 66 pedal at $130 off the sticker price, and an fu offering to lend me his bass till he comes back because i've no bass to play and practise with when i start playing bass for worship.

and then just a while ago, i found out i had misplaced the micro recorder! i'm feeling bad about it, not only because it cost quite a hefty sum, but also because i was gonna do so much with it and i had so much material recorded in it, and the song we wrote yesterday was in it too. i wish i hadn't been so careless.

it reminds me that as much as God can give, He can take away too. and it inspired me to read the parable of the talents, where the message to me this time, is that if you do not use what God has given to you and is just complacent about it, He can very well just take it away like that.

i'm sorry Father.

i feel like a child chastised.


edit:
i found out that the recorder was actually just with my brother all along. well, i guess it was a test and lesson learnt. phew.

Switchfoot - Learning To Breathe

found this song today.. and i think it was such a fantastically written song.



take some time to watch it..

I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that You and You alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
These abundant skies
Abundant skies, yeah

This is a way that I say I need You
This is a way that I say I love You
This is a way that I say I'm Yours

rotten mango

so today, i picked up this mango in camp, from under the mango tree by the beach. it's nearly mango season now, but there were few mangoes. anyhows, i took the only one i could find that still looked decently edible. this one looked ok, 'cept for a small bruise by the side.

washed the mango like anybody would before i peeled it, then stood on the jetty to eat it with my friends. so we carefully peeled and bit, avoiding the bruised part. just when i was taking the last few bites, this beetle decided to burrow out of the mango, at the bruised part. slightly smaller than the finger nail on your little finger.

well, as you can well tell, i was not too pleased to share the mango with a beetle, and i think the beetle wasn't very pleased either. while it stared at me with its ugly beady eyes, i had a festering evil thought. i dumped the mango, and beetle to the fishes to eat.

pretend world

welcome to my world of pretense. where everything here is just pretend. nothing you see is real, well maybe certain parts are, but i'll pretend it's not.

don't worry if you don't like it here. you won't be here long; i'll never let you past this pretense. neither do i wish to stay here long, if only i could stop pretending i'm moving on and really, go already.

smash my clown face.

and if i may, yours too i say.

quagmire

i feel like living more constructively than i am now. it's hard to find worth in yourself, when all you can say about what you do is "as little as possible."

and i am trying so hard not to get pulled back into a quagmire.(a quagmire's something like quicksand, walter says.) but i'm trying so hard that it feels wrong. and the quagmire just feels right.

words of wisdom

is a good guitar better or a good girlfriend better?

a good guitar is better than a bad girlfriend, anyday.

a bad guitar is better than a bad girlfirend.

a good girlfriend, is of course always better than a bad guitar.

but a good girlfriend will make sure you get a good guitar.

thought of this yesterday after seeing jx's gibby. anyhows since i have nothing to blog about, here's another video. it's a great song, but i just couldn't find a better video.

snow patrol - run