I feel betrayed. Although, ok, mine was different.. but I suppose that all in all, the need for handless umbrellas has indeed been met. Otherwise called a raincoat or poncho. So I will rest in peace.
Camping trip 2 this weekend! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
Friday, August 14, 2009
Plagiarism
Well, maybe not completely... but yes :(
I feel betrayed. Although, ok, mine was different.. but I suppose that all in all, the need for handless umbrellas has indeed been met. Otherwise called a raincoat or poncho. So I will rest in peace.
Camping trip 2 this weekend! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
I feel betrayed. Although, ok, mine was different.. but I suppose that all in all, the need for handless umbrellas has indeed been met. Otherwise called a raincoat or poncho. So I will rest in peace.
Camping trip 2 this weekend! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
Monday, July 6, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Fireworks and hot dogs
It's July 4th! Just another day in the history books of most every other country - another day in the span of time that we won't really ever understand. Excuse my mind as it runs away in a blur of streams of consciousness kindofbutnotreally
It's interesting how we celebrate this day here - one day in a year to commemorate the freedom that we have - just as we have one day a year to remember our veterans, presidents, etc etc etc... I guess the next step was to have months of remembrance right? So are there years of remembrance? How about decades? Centuries? Nahh, too much for people to take on. Our minds can only handle so much, and there are better things to do each day than to remember fill-in-the-blank-here all the time. This way we can be more efficient! Make better use of our busy lives. Now, spending each day as a remembrance to something - that would be a sight wouldn't it? Picture fireworks everyday :)
We have freedom from something greater - it's freedom from the inside out, from the confines of a soul tacked down by chains of eternity, that which we cannot see or feel, but can see and feel down to the depths of what we call our hearts. Shackles off my feet so I can dance - like King David to the hatred of his wife - just wanna praise you, unfettered and freed.
Happy Independence Day
It's interesting how we celebrate this day here - one day in a year to commemorate the freedom that we have - just as we have one day a year to remember our veterans, presidents, etc etc etc... I guess the next step was to have months of remembrance right? So are there years of remembrance? How about decades? Centuries? Nahh, too much for people to take on. Our minds can only handle so much, and there are better things to do each day than to remember fill-in-the-blank-here all the time. This way we can be more efficient! Make better use of our busy lives. Now, spending each day as a remembrance to something - that would be a sight wouldn't it? Picture fireworks everyday :)
We have freedom from something greater - it's freedom from the inside out, from the confines of a soul tacked down by chains of eternity, that which we cannot see or feel, but can see and feel down to the depths of what we call our hearts. Shackles off my feet so I can dance - like King David to the hatred of his wife - just wanna praise you, unfettered and freed.
Happy Independence Day
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Craving Dumplings
And wonton - ahhhhh so good D:
It's so nice outside. I want to be done with all that I need to do... and not worry. Period.
It's so nice outside. I want to be done with all that I need to do... and not worry. Period.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Some words from Scott Kim
[A designer and computer scientist - one who revels in the art of Human Computer Interaction]
"When a discipline becomes a way of life, priorities become invisible."Priorities become invisible - because the habits that these disciplines create seem invisible... we no longer recognize that we do something the way we do it, because we are so used to it. Wouldn't it be awesome if our spiritual disciplines were such habits? Not that we lose track of our priorities, or blindly run through actions throughout our days... but that we'd be able to follow God's teachings without questioning, without even encountering that debate that happens in our minds (or doesn't happen) hmm...
Sunday, May 17, 2009
It's humbling
to reread my thoughts from the days past... some of them I wish I could let the world know more - I wish that everyone could also experience the great love of God like He allowed me to in those moments... some I know are not meant to be shared with the whole world in that extent, hahaha, that they are God's gifts, of personal, intimate, sometimes hard and sometimes softly spoken words of love... Never has love been so piercing and so burning - painful, yet healing... It's like medicine, but totally not. Or shall I say, medicine is like that, but totally not.
A momentary pause
In the midst of a day/weekend of studying...
To look upon God's mercy. How can it be? That you my Savior would die for me? For me and my grossnesses. And these stains set so deeply within me, that I can only rightfully expect to be burned along with them and the chains that have sunken in my heart... Nothing can pull apart these cords of death and free me from my tangled snares except His blood. And isn't it so ironic, that blood, which stains heavily and irreversibly, is the only thing that can wash these other stains away? And isn't it strange that this plan set forth so so so long ago, was that the King should die for the salvation of His subjects, who continuously turn away and join His enemy's plans to destroy Him? That we who choose to betray Him are drawn ever closer to His heart... That He appointed these to be by Him forevermore?
It's not just ironic and strange. It's entirely unfair - a total turning of justice, a preposterous mystery that defies what we know to be natural and logical. Sigh..
To look upon God's mercy. How can it be? That you my Savior would die for me? For me and my grossnesses. And these stains set so deeply within me, that I can only rightfully expect to be burned along with them and the chains that have sunken in my heart... Nothing can pull apart these cords of death and free me from my tangled snares except His blood. And isn't it so ironic, that blood, which stains heavily and irreversibly, is the only thing that can wash these other stains away? And isn't it strange that this plan set forth so so so long ago, was that the King should die for the salvation of His subjects, who continuously turn away and join His enemy's plans to destroy Him? That we who choose to betray Him are drawn ever closer to His heart... That He appointed these to be by Him forevermore?
It's not just ironic and strange. It's entirely unfair - a total turning of justice, a preposterous mystery that defies what we know to be natural and logical. Sigh..
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