Would you give it a shot?

No. She’s trash to me.

He asked me if I’d be thrilled to take her out on a date. I replied back with my gut. My friend then chortled and stated that’s not the way for me to treat other women.

Well, lemme ask you question. Do you want to marry someone mean?


Then stop being mean.

Ouch. Burn.

Even if I feel entitled to respond meanly, it gives me no license to say harsh words. Another person’s trash does not excuse mine.

Well I should be cleaning up now.



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One evening, I was looking for

Over 3 years worth of sermon notes were stored in that website because my phone at the time was an Android (the Motorola Droid 1, to be exact). I used AK Notepad to take notes digitally, which synchronized with Catch.

I knew I should have backed up my files but I put it all off because once again it was 3 years worth of sermon notes to back up.

But there was a catch. I could not log in. In fact, I met this screen:

Then I found this link.

No word of warning. Just gone. All my content. Lost.

Nowadays I no longer rely on a single app. For note-taking, I returned to old-fashion granular pen-and-paper with my dayrunner journal.

But after writing, I take snapshots with Evernote’s Page Camera. It is saved in my Evernote, practically an extension of my cortex. With a simple keystroke and search away, I can dig up archived thoughts from years past.

Yet in the end, there is no such thing as a perfect one-size-fits-all system. The best productivity system is the one that gets out of your way and allows you to focus on what is at hand. My double-backed archiving method will only be as good as the archiver’s effort to review the material, remember why it was written down and crystallize the information to the mind.

If I had lost my journals and archives, I can always go back to what I have in my head and move forward.

Testing. One. Two. Three.

Write Better with Draft

This is a test post.

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This is a test post, testing the functionality of’s WordPress Publishing feature.1

Though I am the sole writer of this blog, I like using nifty tools to make life easier.

I hope this works out well!

My ToDo for this app:

  • Test Draft
  • Make sample post
  • Review!2

  1. DraftIn is an app created by a solo developer. It is version control and collaboration for writers. Very helpful if you have to write a lot and edit with several people. 

  2. There are two things that DraftIn cannot do:

    1. Set featured image for your WordPress blog post and
    2. Schedule/Queue your posts.

    What my workaround for this quirk is publishing my DraftIn post as a draft in WordPress (see what I did there?) in order to select featured image and schedule when to publish the post within the WordPress UI. 


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I had a hopeful daydream today. Formerly lost, tucked away in the corner of my mind, the old dream that I once had resurfaced. What caused it to come up again? Perhaps it was my unintentional attention to the Stream, known as the Internet.

I spend too much time cyber-stalking and profile-perusing. Endless update posts of people playing and placing forward their best life now whereas I feel like I live in the mundane.

It is not healthy nor natural to feed the mind that way. At face value, it is neutral but when social media is designed to depress, it poisons the mind. Moreover I can actively feed myself temporal trash with the comfort and convenience of my phone.

So I had a dream but life killed the dream I dreamed. And I unwittingly and willingly actively kill it every day by the palm of my hand.

It’s not that I hate you. It’s not you. It’s me.


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Flip the script

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Image Credit goes to Notegraphy

(seen in my Notegraphy)

I’ve been having a lot of “l’espirit de l’escalier” moments. Times when I received stinging words, reacted with my gut (or more often than not, not reacting at all) and leaving.

Then it would happen: I play the role of an editor for a scriptwriter. I’d replay the scene in my head a thousand times.. and after I flip the script, I would come to the foregone conclusion of “I should have.”

I should have said this. I should have stayed put. I should have looked over there, spoken about that concern, and so forth. Like a craftsman reviewing his work long after being published to the world, I constantly struggle with redesigning my past’s script to a more perfect form.

I can’t take back words uttered in haste nor can I travel back to that painful moment and wittily respond with a well-thought, thoroughly edited scripted comeback.

Those are things I can’t do and it’s silly to dwell on them.

“Rejoice not over me, O my enemy;
when I fall, I shall rise;
when I sit in darkness,
the Lord will be a light to me.
I will bear the indignation of the Lord
because I have sinned against him,
until he pleads my cause
and executes judgment for me.
He will bring me out to the light;
I shall look upon his vindication.” (Micah 7:8-9, ESV)

The sovereign, good God who is Almighty and loving will bring me out to the light.

I wait for His vindication.



Just started another side blog from Notegraphy. It’s really neat.

Alongside my, which is a place to hold short stories and thoughts, I plan to post writings that are too small to be a blog post but interesting enough to have an artistic, typographic letter in the background. The two are both fun diversions for me to exercise writing in different ways.

I’m aiming to post one Notegraph (or note-o-graph?) every day, following the letters in the alphabet.

So in case you missed it, below are the links to my side blogs:



“Men have become tools of their tools.”

It was day 9. The ninth day without a smartphone, tablet, Facebook. No social media. No iMessage. No instant access to email. No GPS.

Life was slow and granular. I am forced to move and process at snail pace. So in this “technology fast”, Henry David Thoreou was on my slow-moving mind that day. I penned the above quote in my journal and I thought about what led me to this place.

The urge to make everyone feel like they’re the most important person in the world was an all-enslaving need that engulfed my well-being. I had become a slave to man, slipping down the treacherous slope of a people-centered lifestyle. My dependence on smart devices betrayed a reliance on people for sustenance. I had made several steps away from the fountain of life to dig up broken cisterns, which holds no water.

So I unplugged. It’s as if I cordoned off my brain’s exocortex and lost transhuman abilities. I might as well be the Green Lantern without his ring of power.

But I felt lighter. No longer burdened to meet imposed demands and satisfy every notifications in my life, my thoughts were clear. It was in the slow, unplugged month when my mind was liberated to arrive to this conclusion:

Draw near to God. Instead of this world, draw near to Him, plug into His Word, know His will, become Spirit-led and be free from this world’s deception. This is how to live life abundantly! In my life, what I need more than anything is Him. Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.


New Mercies

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

Today is my last day of full-time commitment at San Diego. Though I will be back on weekends, my priority and focus will be in Los Angeles.

Recently, I’ve been waking up with old wounds feeling bittersweet and fresh. Earlier this weekend, I scraped my shin off during practice. It’s a daily exercise to go about my business without pain shooting up my leg upon contact. It’s also been a daily exercise to go about my business while pain shoots up my heart from past scars.

Life is hard. There are days when joy is inexpressible and fills my entire being. But there have been days when I’ve been filled with a morose spirit.

In one of those dour days, a friend looked at me while I was sour and offered to buy me lunch. I looked back and accepted it. Still in my personal pity party, I zoned out and it barely registered that I got free lunch.

I ate that juicy burrito, I suddenly realized that the entire time I’ve been moping, God has given me the simple things in life to rejoice over.

Desires and feelings of unmet self-perceived needs are what kills a joyful spirit. Yet it was God kissing me in my face with His unending grace.

Reminders of His steadfastness and kindness strengthen me to fight on and fight hard. The simple things are reminders of our Savior’s lavish love and faithfulness. The hard things are reminders that this life is not home but there is eternity to long for.

Life is serious. Every day has worries. Wounds can reopen. Yet every day has new mercies to overcome daily worries.

Though weeping may last for the night, joy comes in the morning. Time heals all wounds, even those that reopen. The night will end. The dawn will come. The sun will rise.

Today is the last day, but tomorrow is the start of newer days to come. +MK

Belated Church Wisdom

You can change the fellowship of the church but you cannot change the leadership.

So if you aren’t even being challenged at the church you’re at, there’s no chance that staying (and even serving there) will make the teaching any better.

One person can influence the dynamics and fellowship of the local church body. But unless that person is in a leadership position (as part of the elders/pastoral leaders) or able to significantly influence such people, one person simply cannot shift the entire teaching direction that the leaders have set.


Life-Changing Page

“And be not conformed to this world.”
Romans 12:2

If a Christian can by possibility be saved while he conforms to this world, at any rate it must be so as by fire. Such a bare salvation is almost as much to be dreaded as desired.

Reader, would you wish to leave this world in the darkness of a desponding death bed, and enter heaven as a shipwrecked mariner climbs the rocks of his native country? Then be worldly; be mixed up with Mammonites, and refuse to go without the camp bearing Christ’s reproach.

But would you have a heaven below as well as a heaven above?
Would you comprehend with all saints what are the heights and depths, and know the love of Christ which passeth knowledge?
Would you receive an abundant entrance into the joy of your Lord?

Then come ye out from among them, and be ye separate, and touch not the unclean thing.

Would you attain the full assurance of faith? You cannot gain it while you commune with sinners. Would you flame with vehement love? Your love will be damped by the drenchings of godless society.

You cannot become a great Christian—you may be a babe in grace, but you never can be a perfect man in Christ Jesus while you yield yourself to the worldly maxims and modes of business of men of the world.

It is ill for an heir of heaven to be a great friend with the heirs of hell. It has a bad look when a courtier is too intimate with his king’s enemies.

Even small inconsistencies are dangerous. Little thorns make great blisters, little moths destroy fine garments, and little frivolities and little rogueries will rob religion of a thousand joys.

O professor, too little separated from sinners, you know not what you lose by your conformity to the world. It cuts the tendons of your strength, and makes you creep where you ought to run.

Then, for your own comfort’s sake, and for the sake of your growth in grace, if you be a Christian, be a Christian, and be a marked and distinct one.

[Charles Spurgeon, emphasis and formatting by MK; Happy New Year!]