life's mean reds.

7 hours in 72 hours. time to get a reality check on your life missy!

behind all that silliness, it's true that happiness and sadness is as simple or complicated as we would like it make it out to be. p/s elmo rocks.:D

maybe it's because im overseas and all, but oh i really do miss those good old days, the passing notes to decide what to have for recess, the after class bball sessions, the cny deco competitions and what not.

Philip Jensen wrote an article recounting a childhood story of his. In it, he brings us back in time to when he was just a kid, receiving a christmas gift from his grandmother whom to him was "the relative with the least grasp on the reality of life". In light of this, he had assumed that the gift that now sat in his hands were laxatives from a granny who had lost it completely and was dreading the moment that he had to open it in front of the entire family without looking awkward. All he could manage was a customary response taught to all polite young boys:“Thank you Nan, it was just what I wanted.” Jensen expressed his mixed emotions at that moment-- one of pleasure—for she was a loving old woman—and yet pity, tinged with confusion, for he really did not know what to say or do. But when the moment of truth came, he was greeted not with laxative pills but three penny pieces in that gift box. Relief he was, but embarrassment was the emotion of the day. On hindsight, he reflec

sorry mac, honestly i tried. but you are beyond me.

okay, i admit, im addicted to heroes. there's just something about it that keeps me going.. sure, the plot is intriguing, there are tons of eye candy, but there's something more to my fascination that i cant quite put my finger to. After watching season3, episode 14 last night, i finally understood. the episode starts out with peter(who had lost his powers), feeling an utter sense of helplessness when he was not able to save a guy from a car crash. While his paramedic friend consoled him saying that it was not his fault that he couldnt save the world himself, Peter clearly thought otherwise in his poignant comment; "I should have been faster, I should have been stronger." And then it was all clear to me. I loved heroes, because somewhere deep in me, I knew that there was only so much i could do, clearly limited by where i am, what i was. The frustration of should haves plagues all of us. There's that longing in all of us, i reckon, to be someone special. Someon

apple snob, it's all your fault that i started watching these videos again. though i know deep down, i never really stopped believing in happily ever afters.

the heart is such an easy thing to lose.

i used to think singing was great, but really, I was skeptical about how it might be used to minister to others about Christ. After all, people tended to be carried away with the melody all too often, neglecting the lyrics. I know im guilty of that one. Yet after friday's performance, i realised how myopic i was, humbled yet again by God. I remember vividly walking up the stage, self-conscious, almost feeling naive and childish to be singing feel-good Christian songs in an almost amateurish manner, after having seen the groups before us belt out classics and popular songs. but boy was i surprised (and yes very apologetically humbled) when i saw the crowd before us dancing along and having a whale of a time as we sang our hearts out, having made it clear that we sing because we want to praise him. The joy that filled my heart subsequently as i walked down the stage was indescribable. And certainly it would have been so, knowing for certain that God works faithfully in people, in his

I meant to blog about this earlier when i first got to penn state, but i have been such a terrible procrastinator. let's just say that the burden to talk about it returned, perhaps feeling the need more urgently now than i did before. (above: christian preachers on campus) i found these relatively fascinating when i first got here-- a group of people carrying huge banners that assert (maybe too strongly) that hell's awaiting for those who do not call upon the name of jesus. the message is true, no doubt. and as christians we know that this message is not going to be welcomed with open arms--after all, who enjoys being told that they got it all wrong, their life's goals, dreams and aspirations? that this world, no matter how hard we try, is flawed, just because its filled with flawed people like us? yet, i cannot help but feel a nagging uneasiness, as such actions have seemed to spawn off more negative responses than i would have liked to see. frustrations, anger expressed b