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Read this article. (And then read the comments.) Ridiculous, that people are somehow convinced that Israel should be more "proportional" and diplomatic when dealing with a terrorist group whose sole purpose is the irradication of the nation of Israel. |
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Apr. 19th, 2006 @ 11:48 am
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I miss...
12.28.05
I miss walking the fields with you
on clear spring mornings
with the scent of an early bloom
rising in the breeze.
I miss days at the beach
on balmy summer afternoons
listening to the breakers
join in our laughter.
I miss our whispered conversations
along that quiet forest path
softly stepping over a floor
strewn with autumn leaves.
I miss watching the snow
fall gently on Christmas Eve
layering the city in white
as our gloved fingers intertwine.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
But how is it possible
that I miss you
when we have never met?
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I dreamt of you
01.08.06
I dreamt of you last night
like we hadn't met for so very long
Twas a bittersweet embrace
for I knew I'd lose you again
to that far away place you had to go
So I held you close to heart
even if it would tear apart
when it came time for you to leave
But that will be then and here is now
and the smell of your hair is sweet
and the touch of your skin is soft
I am content sitting here with you
But I didn't know this is just a dream
I didn't know you are just a dream
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Interesting read on the growing rift between Europe and the United States. Link here.
And a humorous article about monkeys and bananas. Josh Go, I think you'll like this one. Link here.
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"I think I'm avoiding her actually. I haven't seen her in person for over 6 months, since I graduated. And that might have been on purpose too."
"Hmm. What are you afraid of?"
"Relationships?"
They laugh.
"Wuss."
He snorted. "Fine, fine. I'm afraid of having to pick between my career and a relationship."
"But the only reason you'd do that at this point is because you want to be able to provide for your family later on, right?"
"Yeah."
"That's a noble desire, man. There's nothing to be ashamed of in that decision."
"But still..."
"This girl, is she someone you can walk away from, just like that?"
"No. I've been trying to."
"Then fight for her! You know, someone once said, 'This world is screwed up, and if anybody can find love in this messed up world, it has to be a miracle. And that's why you don't just walk away when you meet someone like that. When you find love, or better yet—when love finds you—you hold on. You don't just pass it up. That's what cowards do because they are too afraid.' "
"Well, maybe then I'm just a—"
His friend laughed. "Shaddup, man. Don't be a coward. If she's the one, don't pass it up. Some chances don't come twice."
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I spent over 10 minutes looking at the pictures on this site, and I was left with a distaste in my mouth. I don't even know where to start: the "flawlessness" of our celebrities, the "honesty" in photography, the innocent "touch-ups" most digital photographers do (including me), the desire for beauty. Sigh... Photography, to me, is about finding beauty. So why was I left with a sense of the ugliness of people? Something is out of wack. Maybe it's because I've been considering exploring portrait and fashion photography, and one day, perhaps wedding photography. The past months, I've become very aware of the physical appearances of those I pass on campus, and my eyes zoom in on those who are not just good looking, but who would be extremely photogenic. How much touch-up is acceptable? What is honest? Are we, in our drive for beauty, setting up a completely unrealistic standard with a sick focus on the external?
Anyway, check this out
1) Go here
2) Click "Portfolio"
3) Click "Agree"
4) Click "Before/After" |
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I've noticed that photographers drool over various cameras and lenses and kits and whatnot. I drool when I see a good photo. |
What ever would we do without studies?
"Study: Internet Users Go Online for Fun"
Associated Press, 02.15.06
"Male chromosome has a future after all, study says."
Associated Press, 08.23.05
What ever would we do without scientists?
"Western and Eastern people look at the world in different ways, University of Michigan scientists have claimed."
BBC, 08.23.05 |
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Feb. 14th, 2006 @ 10:50 am
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"Choosing the right person to marry is far more important than choosing the right career. Don't be hasty." |
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The future is _____________. |
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Feb. 11th, 2006 @ 02:19 pm
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Someone told me yesterday that I was bipolar. I thought that was funny. |
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Feb. 10th, 2006 @ 04:09 pm
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"How far would you go?"
"To the ends of the earth."
"Awww... how sweet," she said. "Would you swim the deepest ocean?"
"Huh?"
"You know, like the song..."
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Wring me dry
11.07.05
I need a place to breathe
But the sky just finished shedding her tears
Dampness on the asphalt
Splashes on pants leg
Sandled feet drags over muddy pavement
Wet streets on wet night for my wet soul
Was everything always so cold?
Red glow from lonely stop light
Reflects long and forlorn in quiet puddles
Peer into my heart
Surely it's damp enough now
Do you see you reflected there
Or muddled confusion choking itself dry?
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Jan. 24th, 2006 @ 02:35 pm
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Been feeling kinda down and mellow the last couple days... dunno why. I just really hope this passes, cuz I haven't been the most exciting hangout buddy. Sorry folks. =( |
"People who confuse love and romance often wind up in divorce court because they are susceptible to the dangers of romantic thinking. They may not know much about love, but they enjoy the feeling of being 'in love.' I admit that 'being in love' feels wonderful... going around with a natural high, feeling lightheaded all the time, thinking that this old world is a marvelous place, that you've finally found a new purpose and zest for life. But there is a world of difference between having those feelings and loving someone. Yes, when you fall in love with someone, you will experience those feelings—but those feelings can also come about because you are infaturated or because of the excitement of establishing a new romantic relationship.
"The love that last and that really matters is the kind of love that makes you get out of bed at 3:00 A.M. to tend to a sick spouse. It's the kind of love that makes you decide not to buy that motorcycle because you know your wife says you need a new dishwasher. It's the kind of love that makes you willing to watch Monday Night Football just because that's what your husband really wants to do."
Kevin Leman, The Birth Order Connection |
"People connect with you when you lose, not when you win. When you win, no one connects to you except the elites. So now, I usually tell people how I fail, or how I'm stupid. Not in a way that puts me down, but in a way that shows them I'm human.
"In New Zealand, I made a mistake and I said, 'You have to forgive me. I'm an ignorant American, you know.' And that makes them happy because Kiwis know how small they are in comparison to America.
"So whenever you tell stories about yourself, you have to tell stories about you failing. And whenever you tell stories about other people, you tell stories about them winning."
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"I don't know if he likes me..."
He laughed at her.
"Whaaat?"
"Well, is he attractive?", he asked.
"Um, not particularly..."
"Well then!" He laughed again.
She frowned.
"You're pretty. He's not. Of course he likes you!"
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hahahah normally, i'm not all that into blond jokes. but this one was just too funny. |
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Jan. 7th, 2006 @ 03:37 am
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Is it possible to miss someone you may have never met before? |
Most of the ppl leaving comments on my xanga are girls. That kinda erm... doesn't reflect all that well on me, huh? >.<
I mean, there's a good number whom I geniunely enjoy being friends with, and some of them I have actually hung out with. But...where my brothers at???
Maybe I should start writing about sports or cars or something. Except I don't know anything about either. It's like ooooh look! shiny car!... right.
Or maybe I should write about girls, or even better! Replace my ugly smiley mug with a profile pic of a hawt girl! cuz you know... guys like girls. Um... okay scratch that idea too.
Yadayada. My housemate has been keeping Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours" on repeat for the past hour. Funny thing is, I actually don't mind. It sounds very... peaceful. :)
It's late and I'm going to sleep. Good morning! |
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Jan. 3rd, 2006 @ 10:33 pm
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ooh.. how I wish I could have told her what was burning in my heart. that she didn't have to go through all that crap alone. that Jesus offers life! and peace that defies all understanding. that God is sometimes the only reason I can get through the day.
but i'm not yet in a position to tell her that. and she wouldn't have understood anyway, except for a polite nod of the head. and so i didn't say anything except to empathize. maybe in time. maybe in time.
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"So, how are things going?"
"Huh? With what?"
"Oh, you know." She did that thing with her eyebrows.
He laughed. "I'm fine now..." And then he fell silent.
She waited, giving him time.
Finally, "Well, I guess the thing is, I wasn't exactly pursuing her. I was pursuing who I was hoping I'd find her to be. But it turns out she's not that person, so...I move on. It was a risk, I took it, it didn't pay off like I hoped."
She nodded, eyes on the road.
"It was disappointing at first, but that's okay. I'm still looking for the same person I was ___ months ago."
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WSJ Online is available by subscription only. Reposted here for reference.
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Nov. 27th, 2005 @ 09:00 pm
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(untitled)
undated
Hi.
You don't know this, but
thoughts of you have been finding me these
past few days, in my
quiet, private moments. Did you know you
caught me while I was looking
for my dad's birthday card and driving to
play basketball with my friends and shopping in
busy, crowded Marina with the din of
our mother tongue all around and in church as
the pastor spoke of the Coming Kingdom I thought of
you.
We can never be a "we" now though
I still wonder. I had hoped, you know
Your friend said we would be a great match and even
in our last conversation, the fit was
so clear but she said I would have a hard time
catching your attention, and you have
made your choice, because you didn't know,
you didn't know.
Ah, it breaks my heart
not for me—not for "us"—for you
I won't tell you what you need to do
now, I know there will be others who would do so
for I don't think I should offer my hand to one
such as you, at least not before God has caught
your heart completely—I'm not condemning, you know,
just ain't right for me, just ain't for your best—
and I'm fully convinced we would have been
a match, haven't met one like
you before, and they would have none bad
to gossip. But things have turned the way
they have, and I will commit to forgetfulness words
I meant to say that would have laid my heart bare.
But I will be here, I have been here
all along, I think you have seen it
lately. Your thoughts have been finding me
lately. Maybe you too will find me
when you are ready, because I have been,
I still am, your...friend.
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While surfing xanga today, I came across many entries by those who are questioning and hurting, who are seeking for answers that I know are readily available, who cling to beliefs that rationally, wouldn't be able to hold water if I poked a few times. For the first time in a while, I felt pain for these people. How do you reach all those who are hurting and lost and misguided? And what am I to do? Me, with my own life to live, and so little time. Me, with my weaknesses and failures as a son and a friend and a student.
Love your neighbor as yourself...
I try. I don't know how to, most days. But I try.
I want to tell them that Jesus is the Way, that He is the Truth, that He is the Life. That for all our eternal questions and questioning, He is the Answer. That there is an answer for every question, for every plea. I don't know the words to say, and sometimes, I don't say anything because words are not what's needed. If only the grace that has been given to me, would be transferred to them. Many of them deserve it more than I do.
LORD, teach me to love my neighbor.
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As Christians, how are we to remain relevant to a pagan culture?
Do we change institutions from within?
Or deem them incorrigible and turn our backs? |
“How long would you wait for love?”
“Do you mean—” the one with the AE sweater began, and then trailed off with a puzzled look on his face.
“However long God wants me to.”
“Pah. Safe answer,” the second one retorted.
A waitress came by and took their orders. She had a pretty smile.
“I wouldn't.”
“Huh?” They turned to him.
“Plenty of fish in the sea. I don't see the point of waiting. If she's not interested—”
“Dude, you only want the easy ones?”
“—just move on to the next one. Know what I mean? One ho's as good as—”
“You’re a fucking jerk. Maybe that’s why you’ve gone through, what, eleven? twelve?”
“Why, you s—”
“Hey, hey. Chill it, guys.”
Two old ladies a table over scowled at them.
“_______, you’ve been quiet. What about you?”
“I dunno.”
“Ah, an honest man.”
Somewhere in the restaurant, a baby began to cry.
“No, no. I mean… well, if I had forever, I would wait forever and a day. But I don’t have forever—”
“Hah. That’s why I say—”
“—and I don’t know if she’ll be there at the end of that. So…”
“Whoa. Who’s this ‘she’?”
“So you’re saying you wouldn’t?”
“No… I’m saying I don’t know.”
“He has a point there.”
“I don’t see it.”
“I mean, you can’t just wait around for it to magically fall on your lap. Sometimes, you have to go out and do something.”
“Why the hell for? Just let it happen.”
“That worked for you, man but—”
“Yea, I know what he means. Just letting it happen doesn’t happen for everybody. You gotta be intentional, sometimes. And also, sometimes—”
“And sometimes, that something isn’t very clear at all, huh?”
“Yea. Exactly.”
So Jacob served seven years for Rachel, and they seemed only a few days to him because of the love he had for her.
Genesis 29:20
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Nov. 7th, 2005 @ 09:20 pm
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(untitled)
11.07.05
Monday evening on this wasted day
Wish I could take my feelings
And cap it in a bottle
Show you a poem I wrote
So you'd know just how I feel
But these words aren't forming
And for all my heart churning
And the quiet burning inside
I really have nothing coherent to offer
So this is what it's like, huh?
With having nothing to offer
Tell me, was it always this hard
Or is there something wrong with me?
And if I called you
Would you come, and fix me up?
So then please come
And come quickly
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