I'm at work again, which makes for the perfect time to blog.
Sometimes when I'm at work I'll have so much fun browsing the web and then have to close all the windows down to actually focus on work. So I email myself all the links I want to look through again when I'm relaxing at home with less responsibilities to get to :) Today, I even added a movie, a quote, and a new artist to listen to! It's these kinds of days when I get even antsier to leave work & go home...
Matt is back in the states! And he brought me back goodies from Korea!
Here's one:
"how can I go to Korea and not bring you back some socks that don't make sense?"
Farmer's market planned for the weekend! Can't wait!
Today is also apparently National Cheesecake Day! 50% off all cheesecake slices, if you happen to be in the mood for some. Also, the introduction of CCF's Red Velvet Cheesecake! Mm...
First time listening to the actual Chris Quilala/Kim Walker version of this song because I always hear it at church. I realized all these youtube clips are slowing down my blog but I just had to add this video...I have a tinny little crush on Chris Quilala :)
No one really blogs anymore, I guess it was a phase of sorts where people were really blogging a lot. But a lot of people have moved onto other things while I'm uploading 3 entries in one day. The paper that I have due this week probably has something to do with my distracted self thinking about blog entries instead of consolidating all my research into a paper. But! I was inspired by Miss Esther to further distract myself and think about the simple things that make me happy....
1. Good food. Comfort food. Expensive food that tastes what it's worth, cheap food that tastes good just cus its cheap. I love how food can bring people together (it always does for livingwater people) Also, cooking food has also proven to be very therapeutic for me, which is a good thing since it's not as harmful as retail therapy is to my wallet.
2. A good cup of Chai latte and a nice stroll anywhere
3. Staring out my window into Berkeley hills with a cup of tea before going to class
4. The days when everything works for you: your hair, makeup, outfit, shoes, etc.
5. The feeling of a shower after working out
6. Nights when you have nothing to do but lie down and watch a movie
7. Reading before going to sleep
8. When conversations end leaving you with a stomach and cheeks that hurt from laughing too much
9. When I finish the last page of a journal and then go back through it to read about the funny times, the emotional times, the good, the bad, the sad, the joyful ,the prayers, the pleas.
10. When I know someone understands, where you hear the silent 'click' that brings two people together
Ok! I'm done being distracted now.
My family came up to visit for about 15 hours.
And that's how I learned, home is where these four people are.
(I don't know why the Lee men don't smile more. All the girls are all smiles.)
“I write because I have an innate need to write! I write because I can’t do normal work like other people. I write because I want to read books like the ones I write. I write because I am angry at all of you, angry at everyone. I write because I love sitting in a room all day writing. I write because I can partake in real life only by changing it. I write because I want others, all of us, the whole world, to know what sort of life we lived, and continue to live. I write because I love the smell of paper, pen and ink. I write because I believe in literature, in the art of the novel, more than I believe in anything else. I write because it is a habit, a passion. I write because I am afraid of being forgotten. I write because I like the glory and interest that writing brings. I write to be alone. Perhaps I write because I hope to understand why I am so very, very angry at all of you. I write because I like to be read. I write because once I have begun a novel, an essay, a page, I want to finish it. I write because everyone expects me to write. I write because I have a childish belief in the immortality of libraries. I write because it is exciting to turn all of life’s beauties and riches into words. I write not to tell a story, but to compose a story. I write because I wish to escape from the foreboding that there is a place I must go but – just as in a dream – I can’t quite get there. I write to be happy.”
- Orhan Pamuk, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature 2006 (excerpt from The Australian Financial Review Friday Dec 16 2006).
Spent the afternoon in the city with my art history class to visit the Asian Art Museum in SF. It's been a while since I've been to an art museum, and it was definitely the first time going with a class. All 12 of us met at the BART and made our way over. It was a beautiful day in the city and was completely worth it...I can't remember the last time I went on a field trip. That's the thing about small classes, I really enjoy the feeling of actually knowing the people you're in class with, the people you learn with, the people you see every day. Today I learned that this other girl and I both did Youth & Government all throughout high school, and that we both almost ended up at Smith instead of Berkeley. In our surprise we discussed how different our lives would be if we had ended up going there, instead of here. Afterwards I ended up taking another route back home, I wanted to stop by the Westfield area to pick something up and got myself a little lost for about 5 minutes. Upon realizing how lost I was I found a Starbucks and got myself a Chai for the walk (in the right direction, this time). It was my first Chai in about 4 months and sipping it brought me back home, I almost forgot how comforting it could be. And alas, in the end I am still very much, a creature of habit.
ps: Family visiting for the weekend!
pps: Tried to switch up the colors a bit on this blog...but now I just feel overwhelmed by all the blue. What to do?
ppps: Someone please play the song featured on the left of this post for me....
After 2 years, thank you for finally making clear to me why. Thank you for helping me see that I made the best decision after all. After all this time, I look back and I can give a sigh of relief.
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on a completely unrelated note, a phone call from Korea just made my day!!! :)
I have a paper due tomorrow and this past weekend I've been doing everything in my power not to write that paper. It's only a 3 page paper, but I should still give it my best...it's not happening though.
Yesterday I went to the gym (I never go!) and completely made a fool of myself on the treadmill. Why are those things so complicated anyway, and why do I always somehow manage to choose the ones that don't work properly. Anyway then I took the bus to go to the Korean market since I had been craving some korean goodies. It's been a long time since I've had to take the 1 to get there since I've been lucky the past few times to score rides with people. I was forced to realize, yet again, how many interesting kinds of people you run into on these bus rides. One of the men chucked his starbucks cup out the window saying he "was simply giving more Americans jobs. Now the city needs someone to pick that cup up" Weird philosophy.
I made my first meal that was not udon, ramyun, or spanish rice! And I fed another person! :] Thank you Diane for trying my first full-on meal and not hating it, HAHA. So far, my summer goal of trying to cook at home more has been a success.
I totally forgot what I really was going to write this blog post on. Testimonies. China and Nicaragua teams came back yesterday and we spent the entire service today just sharing testimonies from both teams. PJ straight up just did not give a sermon. But it was still such a sweet time, listening and imagining what those teams saw & experienced. Listening to missions testimonies always makes me want to go more, always reminds me of Cambodia, always makes me wish I had decided to go. It's always refreshing though, to just hear and know that God is still moving -- He is moving mightily & powerfully. That is so encouraging.
7.18.2009
i cracked an egg today and two yellow yolk parts came out.
i felt kind of disturbed....I only wanted one egg but suddenly I had two.
7.17.2009
what are you supposed to do when you're buying groceries and the guy behind you in the checkout line asks if he can eat dinner with you?
you know it's a good day when you spent the afternoon in the city, shopped your heart out, cried with a friend, sang freestyle lyrics to edelweiss with one equally loud singing partner and another friend who is just slightly embarrassed to be seen with us, and sat in a circle sharing and listening to scary movies and embarrassing moments
happy birthday my friend. come with me - sammie just came up on my itunes & it was only appropriate :] funny memories.
Oh Lord, I am weak. I need you so badly...I need you when I wake, in my thoughts, in my hurts, in my joys. I need you when I sleep. Each battle that exists because I am man, so weak and so small. And yet you are God, so Lord give me your strength and your victory.
"It's always nice to come back to a place, it's the hardest to remain" a wise friend told me. It's true, it's nice to up and leave and come back, reminding yourself of all you missed while you were gone. It is staying, it is remaining, it is dealing that is the toughest of all.
But right now, I do miss home. Perhaps it is the apartment that I'm not used to having all to myself, or the city that is not the same with the people I love that usually fill it being gone. I miss living 2 blocks away from my best friends. And my puppies that bark too loud and too early. I miss my car, oh how convenient having a car was although the idea of driving kind of scared me a lot. What happened? I used to love walking everywhere...now Shattuck seems too far. But I signed up for RSF membership! Finally. Lets see if I can really put these $10 to good use...
While I was home I met up with an old childhood friend. We both kind of suck at keeping in touch and arranging to meet up, but we finally did. It was probably the first time we met up alone in about 3 years. And we were back to the way we were, laughing at ourselves and making fun of each other's habits both good and bad. Funny how those things don't really change. The last thing she said to me before I left was "오랫만에 만났는데 하나도 어색하지 않아서 너무 좋다" it made me smile. It's funny how childhood friends can do that to you...I smiled because I was thankful, I don't have many friends like that. But she's one of them.
