Another Heart Calls
There’s just something to it. Probably the only The All-American Rejects song I don’t mind playing over and over and over again. ![]()
Returning to Sand
Maybe it’s Tamar’s voice. Maybe it’s the lyrics. Maybe both.
Posted: June 30th, 2009
at 3:53am by Kester
Tagged with Muse, Music, Soliloquy
Categories: Soliloquy
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Elevate
I’m in a pretty hyped spirit these days. Maybe it’s the daunting days that lay ahead. Maybe it’s adrenaline. Anyway, here’s what I’m listening to…
All Around Me by Flyleaf. Check the video. Super, if you like artsy. So love it. For copyright reasons, their music video doesn’t play in YouTube in M’sia. Sigh. O well.


Also, We Are Broken by Paramore. Here’s the live version.
Posted: February 4th, 2009
at 8:20am by Kester
Categories: Philosophy, Soliloquy
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Laborem Exercens
It means, the value of human labour. I found and read this today, well, only the first paragraph (as of now). But the prologue, is enough to define and properly encapsulate the ideal, original intent of creation and such things that I have come to categorize as an ‘oh-well’ kinda-thing we do in life; work.
I continue reading Socrates in Love; it speaks of a concept called Ubuntu. It’s the communal Storge concept, “…They believed it was each person’s moral duty always to take into consideration the interests and welfare of everyone else with whom you interact - not just your tribe, but everyone. By showing compassion and hospitality, you widen the circle of your tribe by bringing all of humanity into your fold.” (Pg. 112)
There’s also a current artiste I can’t get enough of lately. She simply-explicitly sings my heart-song, especially in this song, Extravagant Worship. Here’s how it sounds…
Listen.
Kes, the epiphany of the matter is; to heed vocare, and immerse in vocation - the kind that you-cannot-not-do, with no remorse over self sacrifice and to be in passionate-reckless-abandon is to have an ethereal encounter… on earth.
It’s going to take a while to worry less about death and taxes,
but the privilege to serve and know that He feeds the crows
is grace enough to draw and seek all that is of my soul’s recesses
- to move forth and definitely go.
Posted: January 22nd, 2009
at 7:31am by Kester
Tagged with God, Mornings, Music, Socrates, Vocare
Categories: Kesterize, Philosophy, Soliloquy
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