i have nothing to post about my life... so here is a funny, old short short by woody allen for you.

Next Life by Woody Allen

In my next life I want to live life backwards.

You start out dead and get that out of the way.

Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day.

You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then

you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day.

You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement.

You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school.

You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play.

You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born.

And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila…

You finish off as an orgasm!

I rest my case.

I think I should have been born Native American.  You know how they were all about using all parts of the buffalo…well I’m becoming almost neurotic with my desire to reduce waste and be all green… so here are a few of the ideas that have recently crossed my mind…

• I’ve decided to boycott straws (bc it’s plastic, no one ever recycles em and you only use it for like 30 minutes).. since I haven’t (and probably won’t) purchased those bamboo straws I’ve heard about that you can wash and reuse, I just rough it and just drink directly from the cup. If the place is dirty I’m sure I’m being exposed to just as many germies just from the food they cook. Plus I think overuse of straws give you weird wrinkles around your mouth. Ha! Now you have green and vanity reasons to quit using them! I might have just made up that wrinkle thing but whatever… figure maybe I’ll have a super immune system over time from this exercise. That or I will be an incubator for deadly disease. I will just have to take the gamble for the earth’s sake…
• Next bright idea is Tupperware.  I’ve told Christine we should start bringing our own Tupperware to places in case we decide to take home leftovers so we don’t use those Styrofoam earth killers… (we’ll look so frugal and crazy and super asian aahahaha but whatevs..) well really tho… being a complete fatboy eater, I tend to always finish my meal and don’t have leftovers to take home, but C and now john on the other hand have bird appetities… so this suggestion is for yall…  It’s so annoying. C will order something and pick at it while its all hot and fresh and then take it and eat it after it’s cold and gross. Drives me nuts. Anyways I digress..
• Since I tend to potty often, today I contemplated bringing my own towel to work so I don’t use paper towels for each time wash my hands after I go to the bathroom (which is like 10 times a day)…
• Read an article about how the fridge is totally an electricity pig so now I’m all conscious about how long I hold it open as I check to see what’s inside.  Ooh ooh, they should make clear doors...!!!
• I barely crack the doors open when I enter/exit places so A/C doesn’t escape…screw holding the door open for ppl! Sorry buster but the trees are screaming! :P no I’m kidding. I’m still nice about that.. most of the time… sorta.
• I’ve also decided reuse bandaids as well as save my bathwater to…. haha jk.

Anyhoo. Yah. I get the whole being not wasteful thing from my dad. Totally. He is uber not wasteful…in general with everything but especially in terms of time. He’s straight up mr. productivity.  Helpful but also annoying sometimes.  Anyways prime example of his time schtick.. so the whole fam is in the car the other day bc we had dinner together  and then all went to the dealer to throw in our two cents since my sis is in the market for a new ride… anyhoo.. we’re driving home and my dad is of course lecturing my sis on how she needs to learn something or take lessons after she finishes up teaching summer school etc etc…”you’ll never have time like this… self improvement blah blah”… then we stop bc she needs to fill up on gas… we’re all sitting inside and my sis is just chilling since she already got the pump going… and my dad knocks on the window and is all like: “what are you doing! Don’t just stand there. You standing there doesn’t help the pump go any faster… go wash your windshield!!!” so ridiculous…so then she proceeds to squeegee her windshield while we all watch.  I think you had to be there but I was cracking up.  Then my sis squeegeed in horizontal stripes from the bottom up and my dad was agg-ed again bc it’s inefficient to squeegee from bottom up (which is true) but just funny. It’s no wonder why he’s developed high blood pressure.

look how cute my parents are.. they just got back from a vacay in like turkey or greece or somewhere. they keep changing their story (first they said it was jerusalem)... anyhoo. i just think they are adorable. i like dote on them...

gotta love my mom and her hats! that's how i know for sure i'm her daughter...

i love how my dad looks so nerdy and is wearing a backpack and a vest and all that. adorable! deceiving tho, bc they look all cute and happy.  i asked if they fought at all over the trip.. and she was like almost... ahahah.. o well, love them anyways!

singlehood

wrote this a while ago.. but finally decided to share it .. so here it is...

a little bit ago i was fretting to god about a "what if" guy... a what if guy is one of those guys who you always wonder about what it would have been like if things had been different and if you had dated.. anyhoo, during my day to day life i usually don't stress about finding a mate, but every once in a while i have an episode of impatience (mixed with a some doubt, frustration, and a tinge of panic)...anyhoo it was during one of these  episodes when i was wondering about this 'what if' guy and he moved from the recesses of my mind to me devising this plan of how is was going to get my “what if” guy to love me…  neurotic and sad i know… i’m a girl, we all have it in us… anyhoo... truly tempted as i was, in the end, i didn’t do anything bc my plan basically would have required me to sin as well as hurt some ppl (no, i wasn’t planning on knocking some girl out hahah, i’m talking emotionally) and basically overstep my bounds… so after that brief time of b*tching to god, i pretty much just got over it and was back to being ok with having faith that things would happen when it’s supposed to happen with whoever it's supposed to happen with… I took comfort in the fact that regardless of my single state or not i still had god and nothing would trump the joy I have in him so it was cool and fine and over.. but i guess god wanted me to be more than just fine with it… see for me, god often speaks to me thru other people... and in a matter of days in conversations with 3 different people in 3 random situations where we weren't even necessarily talking about relationships, he's basically told me to take my time in being single as a gift and make the most of it... i've heard this before from other ppl who were "embracing their singlehood" etc and while i heard them - i also secretly thought it was something they said to make themselves feel better...but as i'm learning to love and trust god more i'm seeing it for wat it is: truth and a gift and not an excuse.  so far there is only one person i know who has more time since she has gotten married (nanoh, hah!) and that is more a function of her job being less demanding in terms of hours and travel required...  anyhoo... as a single, and as busy as i am, i'm able to be busy with things that do not revolve around tending to a mate...  the more i read about the world around me, or take up new hobbies (ie yoga, or soon i want to take singing lessons – yikes! whatever man, it’s good to have goals) there's so much to do:  people to meet, places to serve, things to learn, issues to fight for, and most importantly time devoted to deepening my relationship with god... before my peace with the issue left me pretty passive.. like i was waiting in a waiting room for my name to be called and for my life to start … as if marriage is where real life or total fulfillment happens.. but that is total bollocks. real life is right now and fulfillment i already have in christ.  so yah… now instead of pouting about it, i need to exploit it, since after all, time (unlike money, friends or knowledge etc) is not one of those things you can make more of or get back.... this doesn't make me necessarily enjoy my singlehood any more or less, but i am going to accept it, treasure it and try not to waste this 'extra' time...

i <3 u too

Had a great weekend with my old college roomies… Dang, I love those girls! I am however super tired from the weekend.  Anyhoo, the nite before inyoung left, we had a time of prayer together and it was pretty amazing.  I have so much love and respect for this girl and that became so much more evident and new to me this past weekend.  I love her more every time she does some kooky thing that cracks me up and when she does something seemingly random, but I totally know where her action or thought was related to/birthed from… but my respect grew several times over during our time or prayer.  Her life has been anything but easy, but in these past few years, she has gained so much wisdom in her closeness with God, it was crazy the jewels of truth that were revealed in prayer…Since I started a study of Matthew in BSF, I have really started to fall in love with Jesus all over again.  At different points in my life I learned and relearned very basic Christian fundamentals.  After a difficult breakup, I learned the power of prayer.  After a time of rebellion, I learned the importance of community.  And now, after way too long, I am learning the true power of his Word.  I have read thru the gospels before but this time around, I am stunned by its richness and it has given me a new appreciation for the bible, the gospels and just Jesus in general.  I find myself falling in love with him all over again -  but this time not only as savior, not only as friend, not only as shepherd but as lover.  I had started to feel giddy again like I would over a boy and it was awesome.  I love that feeling.  One day earlier this year as I was praying, I said a spontaneous, “I love you” and it was such a meaningful moment.  Much like the first time you utter or say it to someone you are with, it was totally a (re)defining moment.  I’ve said it to him in song, and before I sign off a prayer… but that spontaneous random one, was kinda different.  And huge.  I later shared that with Inyoung (since we are now sharing the same lover. Ha! Jk sorta)… and she corrected me in that I shouldn’t say “I love you” but rather “I love you too” – bc he loved me first. He said it first.  He showed me first.  I was floored and tho I’ve known this, it’s so true…I get choked up at the thought…

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I love you too, jesus.  I love you too.