For my whole life of some 22 years, I always thought I was born in the year of the Rabbit. For the first time, I have found out that I am actually not a Rabbit, but a Tiger. (The Chinese year for the Rabbit began around January 26, but my birthday is on Jan. 16th - still the year of the Tiger.)
I was never really into astrology, but this has taken me aback. To me, this is a symbolic mark of my recent personal and inner changes. A rabbit that once spent its life running in fear, is now a tiger ready to prevail.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
July the Twenty First in the Year Two Thousand and Nine!
An egg shell has been cracked last night/this morning! I haven't slept ... it feels like one of those exciting childhood Christmas days!
I've been having a thought lately and to illustrate I will use Michael Jackson, who died suddenly and unexpectedly last week (bless his soul). To the world, he was the famous King of Pop, a living legend and icon worshipped around the world. But to his family, he was just Michael, their adorable son and brother. In a somewhat similar way, lately I could no longer see Jesus as a King on some High Throne. I cannot worship him anymore. No, he is my brother and friend. Everytime I say or think of this I cannot stop tearing. He is not off on some faraway seat, but he is standing next to me; he is walking with me through Hell and then carries me like the wooden cross on his back all the way back to the arms of God.
That's the Jesus I know.
I've been having a thought lately and to illustrate I will use Michael Jackson, who died suddenly and unexpectedly last week (bless his soul). To the world, he was the famous King of Pop, a living legend and icon worshipped around the world. But to his family, he was just Michael, their adorable son and brother. In a somewhat similar way, lately I could no longer see Jesus as a King on some High Throne. I cannot worship him anymore. No, he is my brother and friend. Everytime I say or think of this I cannot stop tearing. He is not off on some faraway seat, but he is standing next to me; he is walking with me through Hell and then carries me like the wooden cross on his back all the way back to the arms of God.
That's the Jesus I know.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Another weekend ...
I'm sitting right now, having woken up early this morning around 7am. I am tired from the weekend, had a lot of fun and new experiences although I hadn't really planned for it.
We ended up Sunday afternoon at a 'beach' party, except they had moved the event to a very grassy (and quite unsandy) area near the old industrial plants because of noise complaints. In the end, the grass which was up to 3ft high was all flattened out by the hundreds of house music lovers stomping the night away.
They played some really good house music that I think is sorely lacking in many of the commercial clubs that exist in the downtowns. The music was funky and soulful, the kinds of rhythms that open up a smile on your face while your body writhes around in foolish joy. A night to remember for sure.
We ended up Sunday afternoon at a 'beach' party, except they had moved the event to a very grassy (and quite unsandy) area near the old industrial plants because of noise complaints. In the end, the grass which was up to 3ft high was all flattened out by the hundreds of house music lovers stomping the night away.
They played some really good house music that I think is sorely lacking in many of the commercial clubs that exist in the downtowns. The music was funky and soulful, the kinds of rhythms that open up a smile on your face while your body writhes around in foolish joy. A night to remember for sure.
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