A new year, a warm smile to welcome me before and after the countdown, an unstable yet firm piggybacking, way back to where we might belong.
Not yet found a quiet moment for myself, just to sit down and digest all that went gone by, with the year 2012, all fading away, like everything else. - Not in a sad way though. A new start, with whole lot of new hopes.
Happy that after working, I'm still able to stay keenly interested in nutrition topics. A simple congratulations to... all who's devoted their energy and time to vitamin research and relevant practices - celebrating "100 years of Vitamins"!
Sight and Life has, once again, updated their activities surrounding this exciting milestone. The Ramala Women Group in Kenya - the one I nearly visited but unfortunately missed out - provided positive feedback to their collaboration with Sight and Life. Sincerely wish those who work diligently in this field can make a joint effort to further combating micronutrient deficiencies in the developing world - not just for the beneficiaries, but for the well-being of us all. A little bit more love, a little bit more patience, a little bit more dedication, a little bit more support.
Not yet found a quiet moment for myself, just to sit down and digest all that went gone by, with the year 2012, all fading away, like everything else. - Not in a sad way though. A new start, with whole lot of new hopes.
Happy that after working, I'm still able to stay keenly interested in nutrition topics. A simple congratulations to... all who's devoted their energy and time to vitamin research and relevant practices - celebrating "100 years of Vitamins"!
Sight and Life has, once again, updated their activities surrounding this exciting milestone. The Ramala Women Group in Kenya - the one I nearly visited but unfortunately missed out - provided positive feedback to their collaboration with Sight and Life. Sincerely wish those who work diligently in this field can make a joint effort to further combating micronutrient deficiencies in the developing world - not just for the beneficiaries, but for the well-being of us all. A little bit more love, a little bit more patience, a little bit more dedication, a little bit more support.
Lately got addicted to Ryan Lewis (Feat. Mary Lambert)'s "Same Love". Free voice, brave voice, loving voice.
Same Love
When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay
‘Cause I could draw, and my uncle was, and I kept my room straight
I told my mom tears rushing down my face
She’s like “Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k shrimp”
Trippin’, yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doing the math like, “yea I’m good at little league”
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing god, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don’t know
And god loves all his children, is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don’t know
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
I can't change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately
"Man, that’s gay" gets dropped on the daily
We become so numb to what we’re saying
A culture founded from oppression
Yet we don’t have acceptance for ‘em
Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
Gay is synonymous with the lesser
It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
Live on and be yourself
When I was at church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed
That holy water that you soak in is then poisoned
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that’s not important
No freedom till we’re equal, damn right I support it
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
We press play, don’t press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
Till the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking ‘round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all
But it’s a damn good place to start
No law is gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever god we believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it’s all the same love
About time that we raised up
I told my mom tears rushing down my face
She’s like “Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k shrimp”
Trippin’, yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doing the math like, “yea I’m good at little league”
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing god, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don’t know
And god loves all his children, is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don’t know
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
I can't change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately
"Man, that’s gay" gets dropped on the daily
We become so numb to what we’re saying
A culture founded from oppression
Yet we don’t have acceptance for ‘em
Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
Gay is synonymous with the lesser
It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
Live on and be yourself
When I was at church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed
That holy water that you soak in is then poisoned
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that’s not important
No freedom till we’re equal, damn right I support it
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
We press play, don’t press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
Till the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking ‘round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all
But it’s a damn good place to start
No law is gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever god we believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it’s all the same love
About time that we raised up
This time, the art part is about Moonrise Kingdom. At the time I was watching it, my attention was completely at somewhere else. But now thinking back on this piece, it gives me a sense of relaxation, a touch of sorrow, bundled up with a lot of mysterious nostalgia. Not to say what we have has changed, it's just what we can actually own is extremely difficult to identify. After sitting through mind-blowing movies for the winter, suddenly I came to find this quiet corner to be alone, and silently missed this film. That, my friend, is considered a lasting memory, a piece of art that embraces general acceptance.
Happy New Year!
