These girls
pregnant with secrets.

They give birth everyday.

Yes please.

I thought to myself, when you sing: Open up your eyes.

Do they really understand?

My heart filled with so much love at the Coldplay concert tonight. I've loved their music for so long, but it was more than that that fuelled me in my heart. It was worship, it was appreciation, it was enjoyment and utter intoxication with their music.

And their words. Their words. How can I tell you what impact they have had in my life? How can I understand their impact in yours? How can you know how it felt to curl up and hold yourself so tight because nobody else will hold you, and have your tears serenaded by those words of comfort? You can, but you can't.

Their words. Pulling up moments in time where my heart was so moved by what they had to say, when every atom in me was assured that 'I am not alone', when I felt such love pour out. These moments in time that are relished only by the sake of their music and nothing else. Unspecial spaces in Time.

That's almost an oxymoron in itself.

And now, at the end of it, all I have to say is Thank You. I feel a peace and love and joy in my heart that has nothing to do with Coldplay and yet in light of space and time, everything to do with them.

At one point. I thought to myself. Back to a time where, I was and was not who I am. And I remember saying that if I died tomorrow, I wouldn't feel regret. And I thought and felt that way today. I thought: I've led such an amazing life. Whatever regrets I have can only be humbled by the gifts I've received.

It's been unspeakably amazing Lord.

Thank You.

This is pure hilarity.

"The parting image for the France captain will forever be him rearing back in anger, lowering his head and launching his bald crown into the chest of Italy defender Marco Materazzi after the two exchanged words while walking down the field in extra time Sunday."

I love people who use such flowery language to describe such simple, inglorious acts.

Brilliant.

My heart aches for Zizou though. See the clip, relive it, and experience the awesome french commentary here.

"Mais pourquoi Zizou? Pourquoi?!"

There are moments when I dream amidst the people I am with. I think of a better place, and I do not seek escape, because this place has not yet come to be. But I pray for its coming.

May philistinism be banished forever.
May hate no longer reek from us.
May we be able to see the beauty of what we have, where we are.
May we always find the strength to be who we are at all times,
truthfully and honestly.
May we lead righteous lives, and no longer see it as an anomaly,
and be rejected for it.
May we learn our place.

Us. There's an ocean between us.

I should be sad.

But I'm busy enjoying the water.