Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Icky

I have such a big pimple on my face that it hurts when I blink.

And I am unable to focus on schoolwork. Bahhhh school! Maybe I should just never have a weekend again. Maybe then my brain won't shut off as often. =___=

Friday, April 17, 2009

Some songs in my head

杀破狼 | js
仙剑奇侠传-片头曲

沉睡了千年的身体从腐枝枯叶里苏醒
是夜莺凄凉的叹息解开咒语

遗忘的剑被谁封印追随着箫声和马蹄
找到你

最光荣的牺牲是英雄的宿命
挥剑的瞬间心却在哭泣

生是为了证明爱存在的痕迹
火燃烧后更伟大的生命
杀是为了歌颂破灭前的壮丽
夜是狼深邃眼睛孤独等待黎明

看不见未来和过去分不清生死的差异
不带走喜悦或遗憾离开这里

破晓和月牙在交替我穿越过几个世纪
只为你

桃花瓣在飘零这悲凉的风景
长袖挥不去一生刀光剑影

我是否已经注定这流离的宿命
我残破的羽翼直到你是你让我找回自己



Yellow | Coldplay

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you



Come Home Running | Chris Tomlin

Oh heart of mine, why must you stray?
From one so fair you run away
And one more time you have to pay
The heaviness of needless shame

Oh heart of mine, come back home
You've been too long out on your own
And He's been there all along
Watching for you down the road

So come home running
His arms are open wide
His name is Jesus
He understands
He is the answer
You are looking for
So come home running
Just as you are

Oh child of God so dearly loved
And ransomed by the Savior's blood
And called by name, daughter and son
Wrapped in the robe of righteousness

So come home running
His arms are open wide
His name is Jesus
He understands
He is the answer
You are looking for
So come home running
Just as you are



Beautiful Redemption | Joy Williams

I've had my forty days and forty nights at sea
I've had forty years in the wilderness, or so to speak
I've walked with sand from the ocean floor on my feet
To turn and say you left me

I'm a doubting Thomas in needing to believe
I'm a perfumed sinner just like Magdalene
I'm Judas kissing on your cheek eager to decieve
I am all of these

I cry, Father, Father, forgive me
You say, Child, I already have
You are beautiful
Beautiful Redemption
You are Beautiful
Beautiful Redemption

I'm the guilty thief that's hanging by your side
and my shame is dying with your sacrifice
And all my fears come crashing down as I look in your eyes
I see paradise

Hallelujah (we all, we all, we all fall down)
Hallelujah (we all, we all, we all fall down)
Hallelujah (we all, we all, we all fall down)
Hallelujah (we all, we all, we all fall down)

You are beautiful
Beautiful Redemption
You are Beautiful
Beautiful Redemption



Heal the Wound | Point of Grace

I used to wish that I could rewrite history
I used to dream that each mistake could be erased
Then I could just pretend
I never knew the me back then

I used to pray that You would take this shame away
Hide all the evidence of who I've been
But it's the memory of
The place You brought me from
That keeps me on my knees
And even though I'm free

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar

I have not lived a life that boasts of anything
I don't take pride in what I bring
But I'll build an altar with
The rubble that You've found me in
And every stone will sing
Of what You can redeem

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar

Don't let me forget
Everything You've done for me
Don't let me forget
The beauty in the suffering

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar



[begin stream of conscious]

I've been hungry, in many ways - hahahha. In the literal sense, it's because I have bad time management and have been either doing work or sleeping during meal times... but God provides! In all ways.

I need to do laundry this weekend.. It's been too long! Ahh! D:

It's going to be 70ish today! :) Beautifullll ~~~

I'm feeling kind of like acrylic paint. A yellow and green acrylic paint. Lumpy and inconsistent - colors that don't blend together but leave streaks wherever it goes - with a layer of film on it where there should be none... It doesn't mix properly, doesn't paint smoothly, doesn't smell good, doesn't look so hot. Maybe it can be used to paint in the grass on the side of the hill, the one that doesn't see much sun or get too much water...

and all because the paint is too dry

Acrylics. They don't keep very well.. It's not like watercolor or gouache, where you can store them somewhere for a long time and even if they become dry, you can just add a bit of water and then it'll be ok. Acrylics can only last if you've got a big glop of it, so that even when the film forms, if you break through that film and mix it with water again, it can be restored. But this is possible only when there's a big glop - too little, and no amount of mixing or wetting or pleading will bring it back... All you've got is a slab of plastic-like color at this moment... hat maybe you can glue somewhere.

Of the water based paints (for artistic purposes, not so much homemaking), acrylic is the most vibrant. Gouache has a flat, grainy quality, and watercolor (which is my personal favorite btw) is delicate, though it can, under some circumstances and applications, be wonderfully bright and oomph-ish too. Tempera used to be based in egg whites (am I wrong? I forget) and so the quality is thinner (at least... a different flavor. hehhh literally too), even if it's equally or even more bright than acrylic. Acrylic is also then the most difficult to take care of - you have to keep it constantly well-watered, or it can easily dry itself up.

If we are to be paints, it'd be best if we were watercolors huh... Ideally then, we'd be transparent all the time, well-watered and easily replenished. We'd be beautifully bright and versatile, wonderfully functional, and we'd look awesome too. Too bad we're not really - our lives may be painted in watercolor, but we ourselves are not so... We are acrylics - who need to be consistently kept in proper conditions, who cannot be so easily replenished on our own - we need the Artist to keep us alive, because without Him we die utterly and completely.

I'm thirsty. I'm going to eat my Chef Boyardee Mini Ravioli now. In its BIG SIZE BOWL.

:D

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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Proprioception [a study break]

From Wiki (because Wiki is always right):

Proprioception (pronounced /ˌproʊpriːəˈsɛpʃən/ PRO-pree-o-SEP-shun); from Latin proprius, meaning "one's own" and perception) is the sense of the relative position of neighbouring parts of the body. Unlike the six exteroceptive senses (sighttastesmelltouchhearing, and balance) by which we perceive the outside world, and interoceptive senses, by which we perceive the pain and the stretching of internal organs, proprioception is a third distinct sensory modality that provides feedback solely on the status of the body internally. It is the sense that indicates whether the body is moving with required effort, as well as where the various parts of the body are located in relation to each other.
public class Proprioception
{
     //I have a very bad sense of self. Let me enumerate.
     enum ProprioceptionFail {Trip, Bump, Miss};
     
JK D: Actually not. Because this is a study break from CS, I may as well continue it. 


Example 1: Tripping on nothing
Scenario: I am walking along a flat, level surface, when I will suddenly trip over nothing.
Explanation: Because I am not quite aware of my own footing, I will place one foot in front of the other when the other has not yet properly made room for the one. Thus, there is an unfortunate series of events which may lead to a fall, or if lucky, an awkward stumble. 


Example 2: Bumping into various objects
Scenario: Upon leaning down to sit on the chair, I hit my head on the shelf of one of the cubicles in Wellesley's Science Center.
Explanation: I do not know where my head is, or am not aware/forget that it extends beyond the reaches of my eyes. 

Commonly Misinterpreted Scenario 1: I am leaning against a wall, and look up when someone calls my name. At that moment, I hit my head on the wall-lamp behind me.
Explanation: This is not an example of poor proprioception. Rather, this is an example of poor recognition and awareness of one's surroundings. I.E. the wall-lamp is not an extension of one's body.


Commonly Misinterpreted Scenario 2: I am attempting to pass through a narrow opening. My packages (backpacks, purses, luggage, etc) are larger than this narrow opening, and I thus am jolted back after a portion of my body enters. 
Explanation: Again, this is not an example of poor proprioception. Instead, it is an example of poor recall of the size of one's belongings. Take note.


Example 3: Missing my mouth with the eating utensil
Scenario: I am sitting at the dining hall, and when I bring the spoon/fork to my mouth, I miss. This typically results in a smeared nose or cheek or other part of my face.
Explanation: Sadly, this poor proprioception often is accompanied by a vast hunger for physical food, but in the rush of trying to feed myself, I will forget where my mouth is located/how to get there with arm and hand(mmer).


All in all, poor proprioception is quite common in most everyone's lives. Some people just experience it more than others. Typically, this accompanies a lack of sleep and/or intoxication. Interesting that those two are neurologically equal. 

Thus, the moral that we must clearly take from this small lesson is to SLEEP often and well. That way, we can all eat/walk/live happily.
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String Cheese

What makes string cheese good? Or, what makes one variety of string cheese better than another? True, that's all relative... but it's relative because (mostly because) people have different definitions of what makes that string cheese good, and then also because people have different perceptions of just how a given string cheese fits even same criteria of goodness.

So then, back to question one. What makes string cheese good string cheese? Well, I'm going to say that string cheese is good when it is both stringy and cheesey. What makes it stringy? Let's look at some pictoral examples...

This is a string.


So are these.


This is a string. Or maybe it's multiple strings.


Whatever this is.. it's pretty stringy.


And um.. I don't know what this is, but possessed kitty comes up when you google-image "stringy string"



Now...

This is cheese. 


As is this..


This..


All these:



And this as well.


(I believe have one of these. Oh the advantages of being Wisconsin's neighbor...)

That little girl looks awfully like whats-her-name from Spiderman.


Ok, so what's stringy cheese?

Oooooo


Ahhhhh


Mmmmm....



And there are so many different kinds!!!





and even cheddar/mozzarella kinds!


Mmm.....

All my thoughts have disappeared. Partially b/c of the time, and partially b/c I'm now hungry. Hahaha ---- I just want some string cheese D:

I had one just now. Mmmm delicious. Why did I brush my teeth already? Oh deer.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Whoaa

Take a look at your life. Look at what has been provided, look at what has been revealed, look at what has been taken away, look at how much God has changed you by showing you more of Himself.

Look at this series of major life changes that have been uncovered, that are being pulled through, that are coming up ahead. There are many MLC's! And God's working in you through them all.

Words could not express

I grew up in Sunday School - I memorized the Golden Rule, and how Jesus came to set the sinner free. I knew the story inside out - I could tell you all about the path that led Him up to Calvary...

But ask me why He loves me, and I don't know what to say.. But I'll never be the same because He changed my life when He became everything to me.

He's more than a story, more than words on a page of history. He's the air that I breathe, the water I thirst for, He's the ground beneath my feet - He's everything to me...

We're living in uncertain times, and more and more I find that I'm aware of just how fragile life can be...

I want to tell the world I found a love that turned my life around - they need to know that they can taste and see!

Now everyday I'm praying just to give my heart away... and I want to live for Jesus so that someone else might see that He is everything to me!

He's more than a story, more than words on a page of history. He's the air that I breathe, the water I thirst for, He's the ground beneath my feet, He's everything -

And looking back over my life at the end, I'll go to meet You, saying You've been... You're everything to me... You're more than a story, more than words on a page of history. You're everything to me, you're more than a story, more than words on a page of history. You're the air that I breathe, the water I thirst for, You're the ground beneath my feet, You're everything to me.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Hallelujah

Hallelujah, your love makes me sing!

May you be filled each minute with HIM.

No matter how small we are, and we truly are so so small in view of God, yet in view of His loving mercy too, we are great...

Today is such a beautiful day... :) No rain at all, just sunshine on a non-cloudy day <3

I am also very hungry. And I broke my umbrella! Or rather, my umbrella broke, and it may or may not have been my doing... The hinge that connected two of the joints fell off... so I reconnected it with a paper clip. Yeaaaa ghetto problem solving!!!! :)


Sing sing sing! ATD has pushed me more than I thought I could be pushed... Ahhh God is good! <3