the streets are alive!

i love it how buskers line the streets.

as if they were divinely placed there. start playing that song to fit your mood as you walk by. playing your theme song as if you were on a soap. they play your song. all too peaceful. something to soothe the soul, enrage the beast, and electrify the mood. pleasantries.


lovely.

having the time of my life here in Melbourne, Australia. this is a city alright. a city. bright lights that never seem to go off, multitudes of your aussie blokes serenading the streets. and i stand there all alone in the middle of this great metropolis, shopping bags in both hands with the camera strung over the neck. left, right, centre, just people rushing by, with an agenda almost too full to fulfill. i stood there, happy, yet.


lonely.

only one letter separates them (lovely and lonely.) but that's all it takes to make a hell lot of a difference. my "n" could be a "v" if you were here. and you're just one person. lovely.

imagine.

marriage isn't about survival anymore.


it's been far from perverted.


very perverted.


it's about time we did something about this. how is this for starters:
start dating only when you have this one thing on your mind, marriage.

far-fetched? i think not. that's how we fall. we don't see the end of the cliff.


for survival, out of love.
out of love, for survival.

imagine.



i still love you.



imagine.

ah, youth is wasted on the young. agreed? agreed.

i reckon.

when you smell the coffee, the sweet smell of it, it's time to

1)get up
2)pack your bags
3)and go.

packing used to be fun. maybe it was because i had lots to throw the last time. there are things i want to take with me this time around, as i seek refuge in the sanctuary.

now finding the sanctuary is another problem altogether. war is never fun. it's something we're living in, so yeah, living with it. problem is when you're stuck deep in enemy territory and you just want to retreat. to go home. easy you say? well, not so for a pawn. a pawn goes forward only. there's no retreat and regroup. you just move. hm. stuck in enemy territory? no choice then. get my sword and shield, pack up, and move on. theoretically possible, but first, i need to grow.

my problem: i wake up one morning to find that the enemy surrounds my tent. i look through my backpack, rummaging through to find the superman suit, thinking i could burst out like.. well.. superman, and eye power them till they're fried. ha. (can you imagine if we were battling in kentucky? that'll make it kfc. kentucky fried company. heh.) so i look through, and find a rusty sword and some cacat-ed shield. go figure. the fella out there is clearly superior. i'm... dead?

now, luckily for me, someone made coffee that same early morning, an hour before the enemy moves in. i sniff it, knowing that i have to move. take what i can, and leave.

currently: i've packed up, and running back. it's funny. i'm a pawn and i'm running back. then again, no, i'm not running home. i'm finding refuge. solace. a hiding place. i look back as i sprint my butt off, and i realise that i've been flirting with the enemy for far too long. far too long. i'm running.

thank you to that person who made that cuppa for me. though i never drank off it, it did more than that for me. and now i'm running. thank you.


running.


that's what i'm doing. i'm leaving. tata!




plan 1, plan 2, plan 3... plan 51262340792, plan 51262340793. i'm one of them.

daddy.

Bob Carlisle - Butterfly Kisses Lyrics

There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's
daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her
hair; "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong I know I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.

But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not
sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"

Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have
done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
kisses-I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.

I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.

draw-master.

play off the board. grab that advantage and salvage the situation. get a draw and go home. everyone's happy. :)


- draw-master.

a cuppa coffee a day...

makes jason a happy boy.

three coffees a day makes jason a very happy boy.

five coffees a day makes jason a stoned boy.



oh dear.

it's clean!

count your blessings, one by one.

today, i went to do my laundry. so i loaded the washing machine, put in my washing powder as i hummed away as usual. when i put in my first dollar, ol' faithful decided to choke on it. so the dollar coin was stuck in the slot and it seemed physically impossible to put it through. the coin was right at the mouth of the slot and it seemed like the slot was a tad too narrow for my lil coin!

but hey, i'm a healthy young bloke, and that should do the trick right? wrong! i used my utmost strength to try smacking it in. punched it, kicked it, licked it, done it all. or did i?

desperately, i smashed the "use only in case of emergency" glass. i guess it was something that i should have used from the start, but for my pride.

i prayed. oh Lord, please give me the strength and wisdom to make the coin go in so that my clothes can get cleaned, then i'll be able to wear them, so i'll smell good (hopefully) and then go out there and glorify Your name, i prayed to the Lord Jesus Christ. so, i prayed.

as with all miracles that my Lord has done, this was no exception! i didn't feel any supernormal strength running through me. i didn't feel any brainier to figure that it was somehow possible to fit it in. theoretically at least. i didn't have numbers and formulae running through my little mind, formulating the amount of force i needed to apply at x angle to get the dollar in.

but what i did have was faith that with God, all things are possible (Matthew 19:26).

i gave it my strongest nudge and the fella dropped right through like it was his life purpose to do so! Hallelujah! my clothes are being done as i speak. oh, and i put in my other 2 dollar coins and no problemo! so i figured that maybe the first one was the effect of bad quality control, or just a really good fake coin. hehe.

either way, i believe that God

1)has, contrary to belief, a really sweet sense of humour. now that i think of it, i can kinda imagine how He was laughing at me trying to put it in with my own strength.

2)was playing with me in a way. this morning's sermon was about reasoning and intercessory prayer. maybe i should have prayed on behalf of the coin. hmm.. oh yeah, at the same time that through faith, all things were and are possible with Him.

3)can even put a square block through a circular hole. oh yeah, i'm that positive.

i know that this may seem pretty minor. small as it seems, i am very very sure and convinced that many things, much bigger are possible. "a dollar coin through a hole that is lil smaller than it is? big deal." my friend, it was a big deal. and it is a big deal. i'm not the best with words. but trust me on this: The Lord Jesus Christ is real. it is fitting that today is the day of pentecost, the day of Christ's ascension. this day, 2000 years ago, when the Holy Spirit came down upon us. 2000 years on, and He's still waiting for you to let him in to be your saviour. don't get me wrong. i'm not brainwashing you here. if i were, i'd walk right in your face with a pendulum and try to hypnotise you as i do so. this is my experience, and would like to share the joy that i have found. notice, i said joy. primarily not because my coins went in and i get fresh clothes, but because He lives. i say, accept it if you are willing. it's a total change, that i know.


this is my word, my testimony. The Lord, Jesus Christ, lives. i'm just 17, not even legal, but take it from me, that the last sentence is true. He lives.


friends, i ask you, what can your god do that mine can't?



i've got clean clothes to fit my re-cleaned soul. fitting indeed.

royalty.

"i REALLY don't care what people say about me."

"not convinced."

"serious!"

*mutters something under his breath*

"what(!) did you say!?"

"nothing. not like you really cared anyway."

"..."


funny how defensive statements make you vulnerable. like this: i'm not gay.

totally. ;)