A childhood favorite of mine. Brings new meaning to all the lyrics.

When you were here before,
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fuckin’ special

But I’m a creep,
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I’m not around
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She’s running out again
She’s running out
She run run run run…
run… run…

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep,
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t belong here…

In a fun attempt to spend less and live more, my wife finally gave me the go-ahead to cut her hair.

I shave my own head regularly, but this is the first time I’ve taken scissors to my wife’s hair… and after researching a few tips online…

Great time with my daughter tonight. Here’s a piglet pumpkin carving I made for her followed by a short clip of her in her borrowed monkey costume.

My all-time favorite scene in all of cartoon history.

Direct youtube link.

The lyrics of the song by Stan Bush are incredibly cheesy, but still rocks my world.

I so want a son, just so I could name him Optimus Prime.

Wow.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yG8CUHGb1Y4

Okay, I might be a little bit biased. My wife just got into photography and I think she’s awesome. She’s just starting out with an entry level DSLR and borrowed lenses, but I think she’s on to something. Most of her shots are of our daughter, but her ‘portfolio’ will be quickly expanding.

I designed a sleek and simple site at yvonnechiu.com where you’ll find her latest stuff. Drop her a comment and some love, and maybe she’ll take a shot of your pretty mug.

Just had to at least write one post on this. MJ was a childhood hero. I remember all of us kids gathering at a friends house to watch thriller like it was 9-11. He was mesmerizing. Looking back I can tell what a convergence of talent, creativity, and discipline he was. You can tell he thought through the tiniest of motions. He gave himself away for his art.

You’ll be missed Michael.

Time to crank up some Billie Jean.

I finally got around to compiling a highlights video of last Sunday’s Solar Crash event, Love Comes Down.

It’s pretty hard compressing a whole evening of footage, but I tried. I know less is more, but I tried to create one video giving everyone a bit of time.

Let me know if you’d like to help or be a part of the next one!

If you weren’t there, here’s a taste of what you missed. enjoy!

Solar Crash goes offline again this Sunday with “Love Comes Down“.

Creativity.  Spirituality.  Art.  Music.  Dance.  Community.  Cause.

Doors open at the El Mocambo night club at 6pm, Show goes live at 7pm.

You can still RSVP via

See you there!

Solar Crash – Event Highlights from serenaray on Vimeo.

We had an awesome anniversary. I don’t know about other guys, but every year I think, how on earth am I going to top the last year?

This year my goal was to spend no more than ten bucks on the night (I was so tempted to do the fancy dinner thing, but that’d just be too easy, wouldn’t it?)

I told Yvz that we had reservations (it was with the sunset) and we rushed out the door as our friend Gloria babysat.

We headed down to the beach and roller-bladed by the shore to find our food.

I was banking on a hotdogs (My wife loves hotdogs oddly) and Ed’s Real Scoop (a popular ice cream shop downtown) to keep it under five bucks each.

Unfortunately, I was shocked we weren’t able to find any hotdog stands! We ended up caving into some random sushi place (it was okay, hotdogs would have been way better)

I’ve got a bit of a fascination with Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, so Yvonne made some for me from scratch! Check out how colossal hers were compared to the puny originals!

Earlier in the day I organized a speed-art project where we would both paint something that we loved about the other person.

Amazingly we had very similar concepts, though different ways of expressing it.

Yvonne’s, depicted my ‘fiery’ passion in the darkness, and how it lit up ‘sparks’ in other people. the folks to the right is our family (click for a close up), I love the cute baby Stellar she painted in!

Mine, was a silhouette of my wife and how God so often pierces her heart and brings about life-changing conviction. But it never just stops there. It always erupts out of her soul as she longs to share her passion with others, bringing light to those around her.

We painted them on canvas paper and added them to a new book of memories we’ll be creating together… memories we hope to be celebrating for all eternity.

Continuing on our Creativity & Spirituality series.

I’ve been at IKEA seven times in the last eight days. I’ve found it extremely conducive for my school work, writing, scheming & dreaming. It’s got an excellent $1 breakfast, bottomless coffee or drinks, and a LACK of an internet connection.

I absolutely love having the world at my fingertips, but when it comes to my personal creativity and spiritual formation, the abundance that is offered by the internet doesn’t really help me.

There, I’ve said it. I know my wife will use this against me the rest of my life now.

There’s an interesting poster on the wall at IKEA that describes how their designers always begin by fixing a set low price before designing anything. ie. check out this simple innovation.

They say this forces their designers and engineers to be inventive and creative.

Could it be that our creativity and spirituality have been stifled because we have too much?

Here’s a great video of someone painting with simply ketchup and fries.