Busy Weekend
Washing people’s feet and getting feet washed?
Successful week.
The Red Nissan Quest
I saw a Red Nissan Quest today. Nothing particularly special about a Red Nissan Quest, except that the driver looked exactly like my second aunt on my dad’s side.
I wonder how she’s been. Last time I visited her house, she wasn’t living in the best place in town but neither was she living in the ghetto part of town. How has she been spiritually? mentally? physically? Is she doing everything to keep herself healthy? What changes have happened?
Gets me thinking, you know: what kind of life did I miss out on by growing up in the United States and what would this “parallel universe, raised-in-Korea Brian” be like?
Oh gosh, what I just wrote doesn’t make sense any…
A Nice Hiatus
Honestly, the reason I haven’t been posting up on Tumblr recently was because I was amazingly disappointed with the lack of creativity, honesty, and WRITING that was missing from 2/3 of the blogs I was following. In my mind, I had thought that there was a connection between blogs and writing, but I have come to a conclusion that there are many types of peoples in this world; and sadly at times, great minds don’t think alike. Not saying that I’m a great mind. Hoho.
Junior year isn’t going as well as I thought it would go when I was an eager, naive sophomore-junior during the summer. I had planned out what I would do every weekday and how much time I would spend on each subject and what grade I would get and how I would study for tests.
Boy, was I wrong.
Time is so fickle. Fickle in its amorphous state of nothingness, yet at the same time, molded and fastidiously crafted in its numbers and circles.
With Time’s passing, conclusions are made, lives are overturned, people drift, ideas change.
Just as my preconceptions of junior year and my haughty demeanor towards Tumblr was wrong. I was wrong about Time’s power in turning a new page in my life.
A Midnight Conversation
Josh: “we should open a sammich store called “women’s work space”“
Me:”HAHAHAHA. Make a sign, “Women only.” XD”
Josh: “on the kitchen door. on the tables. “men only”
I’m sure everyone knows who this is directed to.
That is all.
Discernment
As of now, after looking at countless Youtube videos about the BP oil spill and how it’s a conspiracy… I don’t know what to believe… -_-
I is confused.
Help?
“You’ve got a friend in me, you’ve got a friend in me…”
I watched the third part to this epic trilogy on Saturday with a couple of my friends, and I gotta admit, Toy Story 3 was absolutely amazing. I would describe everything I liked, but that would take too long, and would, ultimately, crash Tumblr.
Ho hum.
After I had watched the movie and had settled down, I was laying on my bed and thinking about the movie and how it was so sad. Andy was now going to college and he had to do something about the toys that had kept him entertained for so long. There were two things that I thought about.
One. Life goes by fast, so don’t miss out on opportunities to have fun or to experience new things. Like the saying goes, “Youth is wasted on the young,” so don’t regret not being able to do anything when I’m old because my bones will snap into a billion pieces if I move them.
Two. I thought it was cool how this movie came out the summer where my life of chaste frivolity ends. There’s this domino effect coming in play here, actually. SATs->APs->college apps->acceptance/rejection letters->REST->study->study->study->study->study->study->study->job->death
Yeah… Sigh. I think watching this movie in 3D(ahhh shat) was something that was truly good for me, as it made me aware before it was too late.
Anywho, now is the time for cheesecake to travel into my mouth, be demolished, and into the acidic, digestive juices of the cavern that is my stomach.
Change and His methods of altering Life
As my sophomore year ends, so does my life. Sigh… I won’t have much free time until the summer after I graduate from high school, when I’m done with SATs, APs, and everything else. Sigh.
The last day of school today marks the last day the YA people I met in eighth grade will be at Mission San Jose as a student. Now, they’ll be a bored freshman or a caring brother.
I don’t really know how to say this, but I think that Youth Alive is going to be more uncomfortable for me next year, just because the Class of 2010 has graduated. I’m really going to miss having Kevin Sui and Tiff Yen at the meetings because they were the ones whom I was most comfortable with. Them not being there is going to just… change everything, I guess. Their presence is familiar and calming to me.
I first met Kevin Sui at a Youth Alive Planning meeting one sunny Saturday morning at my house, since back then Sharon was the President(dictator) of the club. He was really, the only person out of the fifteen people there who actually talked to me and actually seemed like he cared about me. He would always have that bright smile and that attitude that made me want to change myself and be bright too. He would have the passion to serve, yet at the same time, would have the seriousness to say that it was time to focus. He grew to be the older brother that I looked up to the most, even out of the brothers at my own church. I will truly miss him.
The first encounter I remember I had with Tiff Yen was when my sister needed me to play guitar for her and Tiff because the two needed to practice for the upcoming praise night. We practiced in Sharon’s room, and Sharon was trying to teach Tiff Yen to harmonize. I kinda knew how to harmonize back then, so I tried to sing her the notes but I remember she said some sharp, short comment, and I didn’t say anything the whole time becaues I was afraid of her. Ohohoho… I thought that she was a jerk, but then I saw her a year later, and needless to say, I was so surprised that she had changed so much over that one year. I will truly miss her funny jokes, hilarious impersonations, and her extreme dedication to Youth Alive.
Oh lawd.
