Bamboo + Dance

Have you ever ate bamboo? I have.

Chilled Bamboo Juice on a hot summer day so nice. 

I like to look at bamboo trees. They’re so green and calming to look at, especially when they bend to the wind.

I like bamboo chairs/sofas/bed as well; it stays cool on hot days no matter what.

I miss dancing.

I miss having people to dance with

I miss having occasions to dance.

There are so many things I miss. 

I miss being able to sleep for the entire day without doing anything, dreaming about epic adventures and noting them down.

I miss having time to practice 6 hours a day on piano, or guitar, or singing, or violin. Music is more of an martial art than riding a bike. It’s much harder to get the rust off.

I miss having people my age around me.

I miss having time to dance.

I miss having people to dance with.

I miss having people that can sing on my level.

I miss people who devote their time to train me.

I miss people who hugs me.


Maybe I’ll become the person who hugs people then.

Maybe I’ll become the person who raise people up.

Maybe I’ll make people sing on my level.

Maybe I’ll steal people to dance with.


Of course there are things that are gone, but there are always going to be new things.


Still need sleep though 🙂

Maybe someone to dance with too?

Fast dance, slow dance, it doesn’t matter, as long as I have someone who can keep up yeeh


Many Ws and sometimes H

What do I really want?
And what do I really really want?
Why do I have this desire to conquer the world?
Why do I not like to stay in one place?
Why do I embrace change?
Why do I hangout with people so much more different?
Why do I like to dream?
Why do my dreams come true?
Why do I have even bigger dreams?
Why do I see impossible as possible?
Why not?
What are my dreams?
Why do I have those dreams?
Where will I be?
Who will be with me?
When will it be fulfilled?
How will it be finished?
Who will know me?
Who will I know?
Who will I love?
Who will love me?
Where will I live?
Where will I flee?
Where will I run to?
Where will I dwell?
When will I go?
When will I do?
When will the roof come crash on me?
When will I get shot?
When will I be old?
When will I be with Jesus?
How can I love?
How can I feel loved?
How do I be passionate?
How do I be calm?
How do I get mad?
How do I have feelings?
How do I not have feelings?
What is love?
What is me?
What are ambitions?
Where would I be?
Who would I be?
When would I be?
What would I be?
Why would I be?
How would I be?


Sometimes when I sing, especially in front of people I don’t know well, I have to hold back, because in my perspective, it may trigger negative things for people, such as jealousy, competitiveness, and crazy expectations of. me.

It’s easier to be “average”

To not stand out.

To do so would be to deny myself.

While I don’t try to stand out, I do what I am comfortable doing.

Unless everyone else sucks, then I need to make myself suck, sing really quietly, or not sing at all.

I think this is applicable for lots of people, where they stand out in certain areas so much they want to just hide,

the part of where it stands out, just so people wouldn’t expect so much out of them.


This I wonder:

Is it a good thing for people to have crazy expectations? I can see how it gives motivation for me to be better than my “normal”.

I sing better when I have an audience: better sustain, with extra breath, with facial expressions, articulated consonants and vowels more, etc…

Having an audience makes me nervous, or excited, I cannot tell when I’m in the moment, whatever it is, it’s energy I can use to perform.

The bad part about it is it can be pressuring and cumbersome to deal with those expectations, especially unrealistic ones.

I prefer not to deal with it.

On another note, sometimes I wish people would at least sing in the right key the whole way through…

I don’t tolerate bad singing well, I probably won’t say anything, but I’ll cringe and leave/run away.

Please don’t make me sit through it.


This reminded me of something more applicable, about the definition of tolerance.

It’s funny how the term “tolerance” changed it’s meaning from earlier times to present day.

Tolerance in this age (at least in America) means freely accepting any views as equally valid (other than the view of not accept other view as valid.)

That is like telling someone who has perfect pitch (aka me) to accept every wrong note as right.


To me, since I have perfect pitch, it doesn’t matter if everyone is singing the same way, if they’re all singing wrong, I would know it.


I think the right to stand up for what you believe to be true has been diminished because of “tolerance”


One cannot simply agree to everything as equally valid, there has to be a true answer, whereas everything else be false, unless the question is an open ended question.

Essentially, to super simplify things, it’s a mere clash of values. One is “every view is equally true”, the other is “only certain things are true”.


Then comes the theory of relativity: everything is relative to the perception of where you stand. In theory, it’s true, what is lacking is the theory doesn’t have a defined origin point, where the standard is.

Where is the origin point? Only by seeing the origin, can this theory become a law of science just like law of thermodynamics and physics.


So this is where faith comes in: people can only have the origin point by faith, for there exists no empirical evidence on what the origin standard is, the basis of justice, the foundation of morality.


A general consensus we should love does exist.


Even the definition of love is very different from different culture, but it doesn’t change the fact that people want to be loved.

No law goes against love.

So what is love?

Love is an action, something that takes willpower and decision.

I daresay, try to replace “it” with your name and see where you stand. I can’t stand very well still, but I’m working on it.


-Love is patient. (Able to wait without becoming annoyed or anxious. uncomplaining – long-suffering – enduring – tolerant)

-Love is kind. (having a friendly, generous, and considerate nature)

-It does not envy. (Desire to have a quality, possession, or other attribute belonging to someone else)

-It does not boast. (It does not Talk with excessive pride and self-satisfaction about one’s achievements, possessions, or abilities.)

It is not proud. (Feeling or showing pride, haughty – arrogant – lofty – supercilious – conceited, as though it’s something more important than everything else)

It does not dishonor others (It is not rude: Offensively impolite or ill-mannered)

It is not self-seeking. (not thinking self as any lower, but thinking everyone else as higher)

It is not easily angered. (ties with being patient)

It keeps no records of wrongs. (ties with being patient, being able to forgive, as an action of will)

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. (evil is the absence of good: lies, cheats, rudeness, etc…)

It always protects. (keep safe from harm)

It always trusts. (Believe in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of.)

It always hopes. ( feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen)

It always perseveres. (Continue in a course of action even in the face of difficulty or with little or no indication of success.)

Love never fails. (fail is the absence of success, not the opposite)


Ok now do that to everyone you know? From your professor, to your boss, to your co-workers, classmate, family, friends, enemies, random hobo, paperboy, mailman, etc….


If you can’t at least do that, well… no one can love like that all the time.


But that doesn’t mean we are not supposed love like that all the time.


God does love like that all the time to everyone.

So why does evil exist? Why is this world broken?

Because of the lack of love.

Because of the absence of good.

Because of the withdrawal from the All-Good God.


Love means to tolerate.

If one knows the truth, he/she must tell it, otherwise he/she will be lying, not only to others, but to him/herself.

Tolerance does not mean to accept everything as equally valid. It means to be sympathetic to people who does not see the same way as you do.

One step higher is love.

Love compels those who knows truth must tell it to those who does not know, regardless of those who do not know may feel about truth while sympathizing to people who does not see the way you do.


So let’s love a little bit more.


Now I remember a prayer I prayed, about giving the best years of my life to God. Everything makes sense, God gave me opportunities to seek first the Kingdom and His righteousness, now I wait for “all these things will be given to you”


So definitely no girl for me, until God wakes me up like he did with Adam.

What I’m praying for:

1. Someone who is not anxious in anything, but in everything through prayer and petition

2. Someone who does not cap me, but push me farther towards God

3. Please sing in tune

4. Someone who will not be overwhelmed by me

5. Intensely Shiny









When you read, do you read the words and imprint it inside?

Or do you hear the words?

I prefer to hear the words. When I read, I imagine as though someone is reading to me, speaking to me. 

This is something I heard/read many times, the creation of Eve.

Yet, this time, through the help of someone other than me, I noticed something more than the part where God took the rib of man and making a woman.

God thought, “It is not good for man to be alone.”

And God made the man fall into deep sleep.

Everything else was good in Genesis, but uniquely, God thought “It is not good for man to be alone.”

So God put the man to sleep.

When Adam woke up, he sees woman and becomes completely ecstatic.

I think I need to go to sleep too. 

When Eve did not exist, there was no one suitable for Adam; all he had was wild animals.

Before God made Adam sleep, all he had was wild animals, then God interfered and made a partner for him.

Maybe that’s the case I am in too.

I was sleeping too, but something woke me up. 

The abrupt interruption gave me a little hope, but I think I still need to go back to sleep.

I’m still not rested enough. 

So I hope I stay asleep, at least until I’m fully rested.