soisuckatkeepingablog...

it would be just great if those high-falutin' office workers were let in on the little secret that landscapers are human too. i mean, what's your deal? thanks to us, the crappy landscape outside your cubicle window looks good. heck, we might even put flowers in for you to look at while you pretend to type up your TPS reports.
i promise that if you acknowledge me when i say hello, i won't throw dirt in your face.




*phew* i'm glad that's off my chest.



-CH

recommendation.

if you've never listened to A Northern Chorus, do it. asap.

this month is one year anniversary of the band's break-up. i was quite broken hearted last May...
but. they left behind an amazing legacy of timeless, epic music that we can enjoy forever.
so go do that! now!

i shall leave you with the lyrics from one of my favourite ANC songs, Costa Del Sol.

Please direct your eyes to the trembling skies
And catch every glimpse in all your words and all your conjured chords.
As sure as bitter hands resign, the past will be seen in new light,
Cast upon old words that you thought you'd lost in the fire.
And in this flood these old roads don't stand a chance,
So breathe it in, and bask in the raging water.
Don't let hindsight drive you mad, sure enough it can;
Just hold the past up in clear view and catch every glimpse at once.

some ponderings as of late.

I've been thinking about my Grandma a lot lately and have decided that she's basically a super hero - which is why we call her Supergrams.
She brought up 7 sweeeet kids, my mother included, and is now a very committed gramma to over 40 people.
She's survived a lot of major health problems - she's basically a medical miracle.
And what makes me respect her the most is that she's been hurt a lot and lived through so much pain and hasn't become bitter or hateful... she is a woman of grace.
She's one of the strongest people I know and I look up to her so much.
My Supergrams is definetly one of my greatest heroes. <3


-CH

maybe i should stop cleaning my room.

you know what bums me out?



that all my artwork is just chillin under my bed collecting dust.



-CH

i've noticed that there's a severe lack of impending doom...

freedom feels like the brisk April breeze whipping through loose strands of hair, the deep bass of Hot Chip and the laughter of friends pulsing in the ear drums, the weight of a bag full of good marks bearing down on the shoulder and the relief of releasing a breath that's been held for almost eight months.


God is good.


-CH

i am so stoked to sing this together in heaven.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsNUBw4QCK4&feature=related



-CH

oh french photographer, do you know what you've begun?

sometimes when i try to peer into that mysterious and misty realm of the future, i see the road diverge into two very different paths.
the one is the simple, safe and expected path.
the other is the more difficult path that leads me away from most of the things i'm familiar with.

i imagine myself as happy on both of those paths - happy in two very different senses of the word.

i see different people on the two paths.
but i see God on both of them.



i wonder which one He'll put me on.