Friday, March 23, 2012

Company for the night

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I can go awwww a thousand times for every new moment that I look at these photos of little Linford and Christie.

Say hello to the two orphaned burrowing owlets who are currently under the care of a wildlife park keeper in England. They fit in nooks and crannies all to well. They even look sort of surreal to me.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Light-Hearted Day

If my heart allows me to be so light, let a red balloon carry me up into the heavens. Up here perspective so clear, I see the world in a new light. Rolling green pastures that do not end at the horizon; seagulls that fly above waters that stretch far and wide, never seeming to meet a boundary. Let my red balloon take me where it leads me, just one hand holding on to a string holding on to it. With the faith of a toddler who falls backward into her father's arms, I let the balloon help me fly. Paper-thin wall that holds the air that floats, I float along, giddy in my wildest dream. Just let loose, I feel like doing today. To fly with the balloon. Fly away into a world viewed from up here.

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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Let's talk a lil' music

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Recently, I've been listening to Sia a lot, and I totally love her. There's a sort of understated poetry to her lyrics that makes me want to keep listening to her songs. I find her songs always brimming with emotions. I even cried at some recent point in my life while listening to I'm In Here, because the words were so true to the things that went on in my head at that time. What an emotional mess I can be.

But really, Sia is one Aussie girl to love. I love her songs I Go To Sleep, Breathe Me, My Love, Soon We'll Be Found and of course, I'm In Here. And the list keeps on expanding. I can keep finding out new songs from her and then easily fall for them. I like how her lyrics are uncomplicated, flowing and can trigger my emotions. She's become one of my favorite singers.

Here's I Go To Sleep:


And then there's Kimbra, a complete oddball (in both an endearing and a disturbing way) who is even weirder when you open up a live video of her performing her song and you see her do all the funny gestures and movements with her free hands. I'm right now hooked to one particular song of hers - Cameo Lover - because the tune and arrangement of the song isn't boringly predictable. It's darn right catchy. And oh how I love the part of the song where she goes a key or some higher. I also really like that it has a very interesting play of words. Well, most of her songs do. She mostly writes them herself, so that means she's uber talented, and oh my, she's only a year and a half older than me. I'm not so big a fan of all her other songs like how I love Sia's, because they aren't really my style, but I think Kimbra is gifted as a lyricist.


'Cause everyday's like talking in your sleep
Love is like a silhouette in dreams
Open up your heart, open up you heart
Open up your heart and let me pull you out
- Cameo Lover

I can keep singing those words.


I don't think I'm really getting the underlying meaning of the song yet, but I'm loving the music video. Gotta love the pink dress she wears in the music video too. And would you just look at those adorable little yellow and white pom-poms on it? I too want strings of little pom-poms.

An end note:

HAHAHAHA I find this just so funny, I like.
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Saturday, March 10, 2012

Inherently Judgmental

Sauntering down the path that leads me to where I want to go, I pass this couple sitting on the concrete bench doing the loving thing sweet young things do. The guy is average-looking, maybe gravitating more towards the good-looking side. The girl is overweight. A very casual thought follows my little observation. I think that the guy must be a really nice guy to want to be with the girl because of who she is inside, not outside.

I continue walking on the path, but I stop dead in my mental track, because there is everything so wrong with what I find myself thinking. It's a nice thought, to think the guy good for loving a girl for who she is as a person and looking past the exterior. But whatever qualifies me to think that the girl's appearance is any less desirable just because she is overweight?

I become horrified at myself for the thoughts that I carry in my mind. Like a massive reminder that slaps me hard in the face, I am made aware of how inherently judgmental I am toward others, even if I have enough self-control most of the time to keep that judgment to myself, to appear nonjudgmental in front of others.

But it's not only what we say out loud for the world to hear that is the problem. It is what we think inside us all the time that shows of our fallen nature that is hopelessly inclined towards judging and tearing others down. Many times, just like when I walk on that path, I have already thought of the thought about others before I can stop myself. Worse still, the thought doesn't even come across as judgmental or negative at first glance.

It's like our bodies are so bound by sin that even our subconscious mind cannot escape it. And to thank God that I have enough self-control to keep myself from blurting out half of the nasty thoughts that run through my head, I am then reminded of how shame has become such a natural part of us too, that we find a need to keep our thoughts hidden from others just because we are ashamed of the things that we think about.

To have to double-check the things my mind produce, to constantly have to tap myself on the shoulder and say, "hey, that thought about others is wrong, so scrap that thought" only goes on to prove that I know which mindset is wrong, yet it has to be after I have already thought about it before I can reprimand myself.

Moments like this remind me even more of how I need God's covering in my life, of how I am inherently bound by disparaging thoughts against myself and others because I am a sinner. But because I have Him, I'm not ashamed to say I'm flawed, and saved by Christ. I don't have to pretend to be little miss perfect with perfect little thoughts to convince myself I'll go to Heaven. I'm not saved by my good deeds, but by His shed blood. If we ever had to save ourselves by our own goodness, I don't think a single person will make it.

I need to love. And not by my own strength, but by His.

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Pretender

I lie every day. To myself. To others. Like there never is a moment in life when I do not feel like every action of mine is calculated and planned out, insincere, to impress others, to say I like spending time with them, to make them think of me in a certain way, to avoid a particular stereotype, to maintain a distance between me and others. It goes on and on.

I even wonder if my thoughts are real or if thinking about how to think and how I just thought and what I should think next actually strips away the authenticity of the whole process. The thoughts that run through my mind feel so cultured sometimes, I suspect I can't even let my hair down to just think messily in my head with no need for pretense. Feeling like you are your own pretend, there really is not much to turn to to truly believe its sincerity.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Like a Proverb

Never be afraid to laugh at yourself, after all, you could be missing out on the joke of the century.
- Dame Edna Everage

Wise words.