While most of my Friends will be at Wheatstone...
I'll be at an Evangelism Camp.
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
*breathes* *sniffles* sigh
I'll be okay...just barely. (Heh, if it wasn't anything less than saving souls I doubt I could've been herded into going!)
But you guys had better post pictures and tell me all about it when I get back.
Promise? ;)
And there's always next year! =D =D =D And I'm only 17!!! (Age limit is 19!)
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Monday, July 6, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Coeur d'Coeurs
There's a mansion by the sea.
It's a large, rambling mansion with many nooks and crannies.
It's in the late Victorian style, although new parts are coming in everyday.
In the main hall way, underneath the chandelier, past the grand staircase, there's a library.
All four walls are covered with books.
Well worn and beloved books.
The fire crackles and pops cheerily,
with an occasional spark drifting upwards into the chimney.
The furnishing is oak,
rich and ancient oak,
and it smells like warm chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream
and the heat from the fire feels like warm sunshine - the kind that seeps into your bones and stays with you.
There are a couple of armchairs here. High-backed and deep. And the footstool is just the right height
so that your back never tires
and the arm rest? - level so that your neck need not complain.
There's hot chocolate too. Two cups. And witty banter and "good lucks!"
"Well Lewis says this..."
"...What a nice tie you're wearing!"
"Williams thinks...",
"Aquinas would disagree"
"I admit the Third Concerto is more complex and masculine, but surely you must love the Second Concerto more - it's Rach 2!"
"Romance is not dead!"
"Beauty is Objective!"
"Dante!!!"
Laughter-of course- is quite happy to be here.
Bach has brought his Cello and sings to us through the gramophone.
Friendship's here too.
The deep, nutritious kind (eat your greens!) that you can take with you on long trips from home and bring out from your box of treasures and hold against the light when you're feeling rather down.
Or rather, the kind that seeps into your bones and warms you through and through and doesn't leave when the sun goes gloriously into the West.
There are some tears over spilled milk,
but who wouldn't sniffle over the chance at a perfectly blended latte?
And so it's two cups of hot chocolate for us, here, and black forest cake.
Dark Chocolate isn't so bitter when you get to share it.
It's a large, rambling mansion with many nooks and crannies.
It's in the late Victorian style, although new parts are coming in everyday.
In the main hall way, underneath the chandelier, past the grand staircase, there's a library.
All four walls are covered with books.
Well worn and beloved books.
The fire crackles and pops cheerily,
with an occasional spark drifting upwards into the chimney.
The furnishing is oak,
rich and ancient oak,
and it smells like warm chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream
and the heat from the fire feels like warm sunshine - the kind that seeps into your bones and stays with you.
There are a couple of armchairs here. High-backed and deep. And the footstool is just the right height
so that your back never tires
and the arm rest? - level so that your neck need not complain.
There's hot chocolate too. Two cups. And witty banter and "good lucks!"
"Well Lewis says this..."
"...What a nice tie you're wearing!"
"Williams thinks...",
"Aquinas would disagree"
"I admit the Third Concerto is more complex and masculine, but surely you must love the Second Concerto more - it's Rach 2!"
"Romance is not dead!"
"Beauty is Objective!"
"Dante!!!"
Laughter-of course- is quite happy to be here.
Bach has brought his Cello and sings to us through the gramophone.
Friendship's here too.
The deep, nutritious kind (eat your greens!) that you can take with you on long trips from home and bring out from your box of treasures and hold against the light when you're feeling rather down.
Or rather, the kind that seeps into your bones and warms you through and through and doesn't leave when the sun goes gloriously into the West.
There are some tears over spilled milk,
but who wouldn't sniffle over the chance at a perfectly blended latte?
And so it's two cups of hot chocolate for us, here, and black forest cake.
Dark Chocolate isn't so bitter when you get to share it.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Happiness is...
Waking up in a soft, warm bed and knowing you can sleep in today.
Laughing and talking with friends you love.
Eating a Godiva Chocolate Champagne ball.
Seeing the Cathedral of Christ our Savior - the sun shining through the windows and lighting up the cross at the top of the altar - the cross comes alive with molten and living energy - Moving in Love. The Great Dance.
Hearing the Cathedral choir sing the liturgy.
Seeing the Rembrandt pieces at the Pushkin Museum.
Seeing St. Bartholomew in the Getty.
Seeing the Faberge display window at the State Armory in the Kremlin.
Strolling through Vancouver, B.C.
Meditating by Lake Moraine.
Watching little children smile while they sleep.
Studying in the Biola Library.
Helping my sister answer a question.
Saying exactly what you wanted to say to the people whom you wanted to say it to and in exactly the right way.
Holding a newborn.
Staying at a certain Kedron Valley Inn in Virginia in the Fall.
Reading Dante.
A warm furry dog who loves you.
Listening to Miss Romero read Eliot.
Listening to Mr. Bartel talk about Mrs. Bartel. (And most any other subject)
Listening to/playing Bach.
Listening to/playing Rachmaninoff.
Sharing Rachmaninoff with one's friend and knowing that they know what it is to be "the music while the music lasts".
Listening to/reading Dr. Esolen talk about Dante.
Listening to Dr. Reynolds talk about the West.
Listening to a Friend's insight on the text at hand.
Reading C.S. Lewis.
Reading Charles Williams and Sayers talking about Dante.
Being a part of Torrey.
Seeing the Cathedral of the Spilled Blood for the first time.
Talking about the Love of God.
Getting a delightful and long Email.
Going to Boston in the Fall.
Drinking a really yummy and warm Latte.
Sitting by a waterfall.
Knowing that because of your hard work, you've pleased those you care about and have made them proud of what you've done.
Hiking with my family in Yosemite.
Knowing that death - what was once our greatest sorrow - is now the occasion of our greatest triumph through Christ. "He trampled death by death!"
Drinking a glass of Montrachet.
Sleeping under the Stars.
Going to Wheatstone.
Opening the mailbox and finding a package from Amazon.
Being able to Drive.
Coming to class excited.
Watching two people fall in love.
Catching a strain of the "Humoresque" and grinning to friends who know what it means.
Reading a really good poem.
Christmas.
Being able to relive the wonderful memories you've had, like carrying around your personal box of wonders.
Waking up and knowing you've got a wonderful day ahead of you.
Watching a surgeon save a life.
Watching a soul come to salvation.
Being pleasantly surprised - Divinely benevolent irony - the kind where you can both laugh at yourself and be grateful that God has a wonderful sense of humor.
Seeing new connections within Great Literature.
Drinking perfectly brewed Earl Grey.
Sitting by a fire with a good book and a good snack.
Walking in brisk, cold November air as golden leaves fall around you and the sun warms your face.
Going to bed after a day well spent.
3am Epiphanies about God, Dante, Love, Affirmation, Rejection, Redemption, etc.
Lying down in a sunny field with your eyes closed.
Making a film (it's even better with friends!).
Staying up all night for a worthy cause.
Reaching the turning point where a paper finally comes together or when a passage finally makes sense.
Watching the leaves fall around your friend - in the middle of Don Rags.
Eating a really tender and juicy steak.
Canoeing on a lake by yourself in the warm rain of Washington.
Seeing Beatrice.
Being in full health.
Reading the Letters of Paul.
Many more things, but summed up in this:
Happiness means knowing God - moving in Love - and realizing that if I died today, I would die a happy man.
Laughing and talking with friends you love.
Eating a Godiva Chocolate Champagne ball.
Seeing the Cathedral of Christ our Savior - the sun shining through the windows and lighting up the cross at the top of the altar - the cross comes alive with molten and living energy - Moving in Love. The Great Dance.
Hearing the Cathedral choir sing the liturgy.
Seeing the Rembrandt pieces at the Pushkin Museum.
Seeing St. Bartholomew in the Getty.
Seeing the Faberge display window at the State Armory in the Kremlin.
Strolling through Vancouver, B.C.
Meditating by Lake Moraine.
Watching little children smile while they sleep.
Studying in the Biola Library.
Helping my sister answer a question.
Saying exactly what you wanted to say to the people whom you wanted to say it to and in exactly the right way.
Holding a newborn.
Staying at a certain Kedron Valley Inn in Virginia in the Fall.
Reading Dante.
A warm furry dog who loves you.
Listening to Miss Romero read Eliot.
Listening to Mr. Bartel talk about Mrs. Bartel. (And most any other subject)
Listening to/playing Bach.
Listening to/playing Rachmaninoff.
Sharing Rachmaninoff with one's friend and knowing that they know what it is to be "the music while the music lasts".
Listening to/reading Dr. Esolen talk about Dante.
Listening to Dr. Reynolds talk about the West.
Listening to a Friend's insight on the text at hand.
Reading C.S. Lewis.
Reading Charles Williams and Sayers talking about Dante.
Being a part of Torrey.
Seeing the Cathedral of the Spilled Blood for the first time.
Talking about the Love of God.
Getting a delightful and long Email.
Going to Boston in the Fall.
Drinking a really yummy and warm Latte.
Sitting by a waterfall.
Knowing that because of your hard work, you've pleased those you care about and have made them proud of what you've done.
Hiking with my family in Yosemite.
Knowing that death - what was once our greatest sorrow - is now the occasion of our greatest triumph through Christ. "He trampled death by death!"
Drinking a glass of Montrachet.
Sleeping under the Stars.
Going to Wheatstone.
Opening the mailbox and finding a package from Amazon.
Being able to Drive.
Coming to class excited.
Watching two people fall in love.
Catching a strain of the "Humoresque" and grinning to friends who know what it means.
Reading a really good poem.
Christmas.
Being able to relive the wonderful memories you've had, like carrying around your personal box of wonders.
Waking up and knowing you've got a wonderful day ahead of you.
Watching a surgeon save a life.
Watching a soul come to salvation.
Being pleasantly surprised - Divinely benevolent irony - the kind where you can both laugh at yourself and be grateful that God has a wonderful sense of humor.
Seeing new connections within Great Literature.
Drinking perfectly brewed Earl Grey.
Sitting by a fire with a good book and a good snack.
Walking in brisk, cold November air as golden leaves fall around you and the sun warms your face.
Going to bed after a day well spent.
3am Epiphanies about God, Dante, Love, Affirmation, Rejection, Redemption, etc.
Lying down in a sunny field with your eyes closed.
Making a film (it's even better with friends!).
Staying up all night for a worthy cause.
Reaching the turning point where a paper finally comes together or when a passage finally makes sense.
Watching the leaves fall around your friend - in the middle of Don Rags.
Eating a really tender and juicy steak.
Canoeing on a lake by yourself in the warm rain of Washington.
Seeing Beatrice.
Being in full health.
Reading the Letters of Paul.
Many more things, but summed up in this:
Happiness means knowing God - moving in Love - and realizing that if I died today, I would die a happy man.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Gratitude
Gabriel Choo
Torrey Academy Banquet Speech
Delivered Friday, May 29, 2009
*Deep Breath* Torrey Academy – the final Frontier, these are the voyages of some overly intellectual students, their 3 year mission, to explore strange, unheard of authors, to seek out ancient truths and age old questions, and to boldly Read, what no normal person has ever read before!
(Joycelyn, you owe me 5 bucks)
Haha, that’s what Torrey Academy would sound like on TV.
But in all seriousness, I just wanted to express this evening, all the Gratitude and Joy I feel. If you asked me what the best thing about my education was, my answer, without a Doubt would be Torrey Academy. How can I narrow down all the wonderful, Wonderful things Torrey is to me? There are the little things: the blinking cursor on an blank screen write before you start the reflection essay that’s due tomorrow morning, the countless inside jokes and references built over hundreds of hours of discussion together, or even the time when our tutor made us go hug a tree! Then there are the big things: that first day of class, when you come out of session knowing that you don’t know anything, or that “ah hA” moment, when the concept you’ve been struggling with as a group suddenly clicks and EVERYTHING makes sense, or the Wondrous moment when you look around the room and you realize, I Love these People.
And when it comes down to it, perhaps the greatest thing the Torrey has given me is Love. Love for the deep friendships I’ve made, Love for the Breathtaking joy of being a part of this academic Community, and best of all, falling deeper in love with the Love that moves the Sun and the furthest Stars. These past 3 years have just been an Endless Chain of Goodness, Truth, and Beauty.
I suppose the best way to describe Torrey Academy would be to compare it with a stained glass window. In those piercingly beautiful sheets of structured light, I see so Many colors of glass form a Wondrous and structured whole. And as the light of the Sun is filtered through that glass and shines through it, beautiful Images of grace, redemption, and Love are silently told. Yet, these individual bits of colored glass never lose their uniqueness but find their greatest fulfillment by being a part of a greater whole. That is what Torrey is like. For in the same way that the light of the sun shines through a stained-glass window, the Light of the Son of God shines through this Community, illuminating our Hearts and our Minds with the thoughts and writings of great thinkers and Christians - of ages past.
These years have been the best of my short life and for these experiences, I will always be grateful. So thank you my friends and colleagues, Thank you Parents, Thank you Tutors, thank you Administrators, but most of all, thank you God for making Torrey Possible. I hope you all have a wonderful, wonderful evening.
Torrey Academy Banquet Speech
Delivered Friday, May 29, 2009
*Deep Breath* Torrey Academy – the final Frontier, these are the voyages of some overly intellectual students, their 3 year mission, to explore strange, unheard of authors, to seek out ancient truths and age old questions, and to boldly Read, what no normal person has ever read before!
(Joycelyn, you owe me 5 bucks)
Haha, that’s what Torrey Academy would sound like on TV.
But in all seriousness, I just wanted to express this evening, all the Gratitude and Joy I feel. If you asked me what the best thing about my education was, my answer, without a Doubt would be Torrey Academy. How can I narrow down all the wonderful, Wonderful things Torrey is to me? There are the little things: the blinking cursor on an blank screen write before you start the reflection essay that’s due tomorrow morning, the countless inside jokes and references built over hundreds of hours of discussion together, or even the time when our tutor made us go hug a tree! Then there are the big things: that first day of class, when you come out of session knowing that you don’t know anything, or that “ah hA” moment, when the concept you’ve been struggling with as a group suddenly clicks and EVERYTHING makes sense, or the Wondrous moment when you look around the room and you realize, I Love these People.
And when it comes down to it, perhaps the greatest thing the Torrey has given me is Love. Love for the deep friendships I’ve made, Love for the Breathtaking joy of being a part of this academic Community, and best of all, falling deeper in love with the Love that moves the Sun and the furthest Stars. These past 3 years have just been an Endless Chain of Goodness, Truth, and Beauty.
I suppose the best way to describe Torrey Academy would be to compare it with a stained glass window. In those piercingly beautiful sheets of structured light, I see so Many colors of glass form a Wondrous and structured whole. And as the light of the Sun is filtered through that glass and shines through it, beautiful Images of grace, redemption, and Love are silently told. Yet, these individual bits of colored glass never lose their uniqueness but find their greatest fulfillment by being a part of a greater whole. That is what Torrey is like. For in the same way that the light of the sun shines through a stained-glass window, the Light of the Son of God shines through this Community, illuminating our Hearts and our Minds with the thoughts and writings of great thinkers and Christians - of ages past.
These years have been the best of my short life and for these experiences, I will always be grateful. So thank you my friends and colleagues, Thank you Parents, Thank you Tutors, thank you Administrators, but most of all, thank you God for making Torrey Possible. I hope you all have a wonderful, wonderful evening.
Friday, May 22, 2009
"To Boldly Go Where..."
Today was (I think) the official beginning of farewell to senior year.
So many memories.
So many happy memories.
So many beautiful memories.
Lest you think I shall be stuck in the past, I assure you, I look to the future with a stout heart and good cheer.
But I guess I just wanted to remark that if this was it -if tonight I (by God's grace) were called to enter Christ's courts, I would not think this life ill spent -because I have known you my friends.
If today my life were demanded of me, I would have no regrets.
It has been one of my greatest joys and privileges to come to know you all over the years (how few and short they seem!).
Many were the times when I'd look around at everyone and think to myself, "This truly is, a wonderful life".
And so it is, it truly, truly is a wonderful life.
How many can say that?
"We few, we happy few..."
So many memories.
So many happy memories.
So many beautiful memories.
Lest you think I shall be stuck in the past, I assure you, I look to the future with a stout heart and good cheer.
But I guess I just wanted to remark that if this was it -if tonight I (by God's grace) were called to enter Christ's courts, I would not think this life ill spent -because I have known you my friends.
If today my life were demanded of me, I would have no regrets.
It has been one of my greatest joys and privileges to come to know you all over the years (how few and short they seem!).
Many were the times when I'd look around at everyone and think to myself, "This truly is, a wonderful life".
And so it is, it truly, truly is a wonderful life.
How many can say that?
"We few, we happy few..."
Monday, May 11, 2009
In Which I Join the Bandwagon
Who knew imovie could be so easy to use!
Here is my humble offering.
I hope I get to make more of these in the future!
=D
If you're having trouble viewing the video, it's on private (my classmate's a bit picky about being on the internet) so email me if you want to watch it. =\
Here is my humble offering.
I hope I get to make more of these in the future!
=D
If you're having trouble viewing the video, it's on private (my classmate's a bit picky about being on the internet) so email me if you want to watch it. =\
Friday, February 13, 2009
Facebook 2
I don't know guys...my dad has one...my mom has one...my aunts all have one. What am I supposed to do? Wait till Grandma gets one?!
Also...hehe...I started a facebook group using my sister's fb called "I hacked my little sibiling's facebook so I could stalk my friends".
hehehe.
Also, I really love me chums. ;)
So, I shall put it to a vote. As I have already done before. Do you, dear readers, think that I should get one? =]
Also...hehe...I started a facebook group using my sister's fb called "I hacked my little sibiling's facebook so I could stalk my friends".
hehehe.
Also, I really love me chums. ;)
So, I shall put it to a vote. As I have already done before. Do you, dear readers, think that I should get one? =]
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
For Mr. Diaz and...
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Stupid, stupid, stupid...ARRGGGG!!! (me)
Today I had the privilege of spending a couple hours with a few of my friends.....
And I think I blew it.
Don't get me wrong! My friends are some of the most excellent and beautiful people I know and the afternoon was wonderfully sweet but my realization is this: a diet of Oreos is going to make a person sick.
It's because they are so excellent and beautiful that I feel so terrible at having let such an opportunity go to naught.
If you're confused, that's okay, I was too. As I was leaving my friends this afternoon, I experienced a sinking/guilty feeling like I had just forgotten something, and I had. I had forgotten that Torrey and Wheastone aren't any good if they are not lived. I had the privilege of spending an afternoon with four Christian friends who cared about the pursuit of Goodness, Truth, and Beauty and all I could do was say the equivalent of, "I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me,". I had a great time, but think of all the joy that I missed by not engaging in the dialectic.
Now the last thing I want to do is to offend anyone. I'm not saying that conversational dessert has no place in our lives. I am saying that dessert is just that. Dessert. One cannot be healthy on chocolate cake. Each thing must have its rightful place.
Perhaps this is what it means to feel, "the weight of glory". This sense of urgency, "The West is falling!". And Eliot's, "Ridiculous the waste sad time Stretching before and after." There is such a thing as a sin of omission.
But I don't despair. =] My friends and (more importantly) my God blaze with such glory that to miss seeing God's face would truly take willful rejection. However, I have learned a little of what it means to "apply what I've learned" so to speak.
"The load, or weight, or burden of my neighbour's glory should be laid on my back, a load so heavy that only humility can carry it, and the backs of the proud will be broken. It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be stronly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbour, he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat - the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden."
-C.S. Lewis "The Weight of Glory"
Forgive me dear friends.
Lord have mercy.
And I think I blew it.
Don't get me wrong! My friends are some of the most excellent and beautiful people I know and the afternoon was wonderfully sweet but my realization is this: a diet of Oreos is going to make a person sick.
It's because they are so excellent and beautiful that I feel so terrible at having let such an opportunity go to naught.
If you're confused, that's okay, I was too. As I was leaving my friends this afternoon, I experienced a sinking/guilty feeling like I had just forgotten something, and I had. I had forgotten that Torrey and Wheastone aren't any good if they are not lived. I had the privilege of spending an afternoon with four Christian friends who cared about the pursuit of Goodness, Truth, and Beauty and all I could do was say the equivalent of, "I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me,". I had a great time, but think of all the joy that I missed by not engaging in the dialectic.
Now the last thing I want to do is to offend anyone. I'm not saying that conversational dessert has no place in our lives. I am saying that dessert is just that. Dessert. One cannot be healthy on chocolate cake. Each thing must have its rightful place.
Perhaps this is what it means to feel, "the weight of glory". This sense of urgency, "The West is falling!". And Eliot's, "Ridiculous the waste sad time Stretching before and after." There is such a thing as a sin of omission.
But I don't despair. =] My friends and (more importantly) my God blaze with such glory that to miss seeing God's face would truly take willful rejection. However, I have learned a little of what it means to "apply what I've learned" so to speak.
"The load, or weight, or burden of my neighbour's glory should be laid on my back, a load so heavy that only humility can carry it, and the backs of the proud will be broken. It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be stronly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbour, he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat - the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden."
-C.S. Lewis "The Weight of Glory"
Forgive me dear friends.
Lord have mercy.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Week in Pictures Part 1
Flickr is an exceedingly wonderful tool. But it doesn't let you upload more than 100mb a month. So this is all I was able to get on before I got cut off. =[
However...
Check back at the end of the month for the rest of them. =]
http://www.flickr.com/photos/21865027@N03/
However...
Check back at the end of the month for the rest of them. =]
http://www.flickr.com/photos/21865027@N03/
Friday, June 27, 2008
Summer Boredom and Good Friendfulness
Summer's odd. You long for it for most of the school year. Then you can't wait for it to be over so you can go back to school. (at least for me!).
Good thing Wheatstone is coming up! *Jumping up and down doing cart wheels and almost hyperventalating*
Must first conquer piano convention and econ. final. And keep up trust in God.
Friends are good (very good) for this. Extremely kind friends who will graciously bear your ceaseless chatter around midnight (Friday night too!) and not disown you! How I recieved this inexplicably good fortune I do not know.
Thank God for incredible friends. =]
Good thing Wheatstone is coming up! *Jumping up and down doing cart wheels and almost hyperventalating*
Must first conquer piano convention and econ. final. And keep up trust in God.
Friends are good (very good) for this. Extremely kind friends who will graciously bear your ceaseless chatter around midnight (Friday night too!) and not disown you! How I recieved this inexplicably good fortune I do not know.
Thank God for incredible friends. =]
Monday, May 26, 2008
The year I became FAT
Since I won't get to attend the last week of TA because of Economics. Thursday was my last day of Foundations. =[ It's been a lovely/funny/weird/growing pains/happy/beautiful/absolutely amazing year. The books had a reputation of being dry, but come on, who doesn't love Tocqueville? =] I'm horrible with actually expressing myself through words so I shall spare everyone and keep myself to a few words. I present to you: 10 Things I learned this Year.
1. My friends are absolutely, positively, incredibly, undeniably, quite simply, some of the most wonderful people I've ever met.
2. Humility truly is "endless". (I make no claims as to my attainment of this virtue, only a claim to strive for such a goal)
3. The teenager can deprieve himself of many, many, many hours of sleep...and still function. Haha (Don't push this one).
4. God, Family, Friends, Ideas, Books, Music. I want to be near all of these for the rest of my life. (As to how they're all going to fit in, I'm pretty sure that if I keep things in proper relation to each other, it'll turn out fine.)
5. The struggle against self will be a life-long battle. However, by the Grace of God...etc.
6. Thank God I get to go to Torrey Honors. =] =] =] =] =] =] =] (Yes, that really does need 7 smiles and many, many more)
7. All good things will become corrupted and evil when set up as an idol.
8. I am (mostly) a prideful, arrogant, obnoxious, stupid and sinful creature. (Have I covered them all?)
9. God likes to rehabilitate such people. In fact, He loves them, hard to believe as it is. How incredibly powerful is the Love which sacrifices all for the beloved. How wonderful, how beautiful.
10. Faith is going to be an awesome, awesome year. =]
There you are. 10 things I learned this year. They're certainly (I hope!) not everything I learned, but they are what come to mind at the moment. =]
Goodnight, goodyear.
1. My friends are absolutely, positively, incredibly, undeniably, quite simply, some of the most wonderful people I've ever met.
2. Humility truly is "endless". (I make no claims as to my attainment of this virtue, only a claim to strive for such a goal)
3. The teenager can deprieve himself of many, many, many hours of sleep...and still function. Haha (Don't push this one).
4. God, Family, Friends, Ideas, Books, Music. I want to be near all of these for the rest of my life. (As to how they're all going to fit in, I'm pretty sure that if I keep things in proper relation to each other, it'll turn out fine.)
5. The struggle against self will be a life-long battle. However, by the Grace of God...etc.
6. Thank God I get to go to Torrey Honors. =] =] =] =] =] =] =] (Yes, that really does need 7 smiles and many, many more)
7. All good things will become corrupted and evil when set up as an idol.
8. I am (mostly) a prideful, arrogant, obnoxious, stupid and sinful creature. (Have I covered them all?)
9. God likes to rehabilitate such people. In fact, He loves them, hard to believe as it is. How incredibly powerful is the Love which sacrifices all for the beloved. How wonderful, how beautiful.
10. Faith is going to be an awesome, awesome year. =]
There you are. 10 things I learned this year. They're certainly (I hope!) not everything I learned, but they are what come to mind at the moment. =]
Goodnight, goodyear.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Friends
...Are incredibly wonderful creatures.
They are a fascinating sub-species of humanity. Morphing from what is usually referred to as a stranger they steadily progress in development into acquaintance and finally into one of the greater pinnacles of relationships, the Friend.
Aside from my silly attempt at describing a friend like a bio textbook would, they really are wonderful things. One second you just know their name and before you know it they are friends. (If you're lucky).
I'm lucky. =]
It's an absolutely beautiful thing to be able to know people whom you feel at home with, who brighten your day and make you smile. They are such beautiful things that to do anything for them is a Joy.
Anyways, to all my friends, just wanted to say how much you mean to me and what wonder and joy you have given me. =]
God Bless.
They are a fascinating sub-species of humanity. Morphing from what is usually referred to as a stranger they steadily progress in development into acquaintance and finally into one of the greater pinnacles of relationships, the Friend.
Aside from my silly attempt at describing a friend like a bio textbook would, they really are wonderful things. One second you just know their name and before you know it they are friends. (If you're lucky).
I'm lucky. =]
It's an absolutely beautiful thing to be able to know people whom you feel at home with, who brighten your day and make you smile. They are such beautiful things that to do anything for them is a Joy.
Anyways, to all my friends, just wanted to say how much you mean to me and what wonder and joy you have given me. =]
God Bless.
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