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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

its been awhile.  taking life's vicissitudes one step at a time.   the next few months? we'll see.


Tuesday, March 04, 2008

its been awhile since i did an allnighter at work.  back in the saddle again.

its just normal to feel. to feel.... i guess.

 


Tuesday, January 22, 2008

went through my entries for the past several years... publicized some.  wacky!

new phone, new car, new watch, new skincolor, new suit, new job, new table, new outlook,

new focus.

 

shoot.  i have to re-post. in january 2004, my townsend bud jason wu epropped me with this:

unconditional love....what i learned this past week...love is not a feeling, it is an attitude.

example/story: a man just had a huge fight with his wife and decided to go and get a divorce. he went to his pastor and tells him about the problem and how he cant stand his wife any longer. the pastor told him :go home and go love your wife." the man was shock, he couldnt believe what he just heard from the pastor, "didnt you just hear me that i cantstand my wife any longer and she is driving me nuts?" the pastor replied yes i did, and said "love is not based on feeling, it is an attitude." if love was based on feeling, then all love would change, cuz feeling changes. feeling is dependent on ur emotions, environment, situation, etc. however if love is an attitude, its different. so then the pastor asked the man, "does ur mom loves you?" the man replied, "of course she does!" the pastor went and said, "well, now think back when you were a baby, and u woke in themiddle of the night screaming and needed to have ur diaper changed and needed to be fed and all that stuff, wasnt it ur mom that woke up in the middle of the night to do all those for you? if love was a feeling, i'm sure at that time ur mom's feelings werent all very pleasant. but she still did the tasks and loved you till today." therefore, go home and love your wife. dont based your love on how you feel at the moment. it is an attitude. unconditional love.

 

oh geez. what did he know?! i remember in 1998 he told me the same thing.  and i didnt understand.  and then again in 2000.  and still i didnt understand.  and then sporadically throughout 2001-2003.  then again in 2004.  and then 2007.  and now?

 

eat - pray - love.   splendid book.  cayman islands kicked off my journey. italy/india hybrid.  the bathroom tiles don't get lonely.  and im in no rush to get to indonesia.  


Wednesday, December 26, 2007

What's the guy supposed to do?!

Epilogue: The Wife of Noble Character

 10 [c] A wife of noble character who can find?
       She is worth far more than rubies.

 11 Her husband has full confidence in her
       and lacks nothing of value.

 12 She brings him good, not harm,
       all the days of her life.

 13 She selects wool and flax
       and works with eager hands.

 14 She is like the merchant ships,
       bringing her food from afar.

 15 She gets up while it is still dark;
       she provides food for her family
       and portions for her servant girls.

 16 She considers a field and buys it;
       out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.

 17 She sets about her work vigorously;
       her arms are strong for her tasks.

 18 She sees that her trading is profitable,
       and her lamp does not go out at night.

 19 In her hand she holds the distaff
       and grasps the spindle with her fingers.

 20 She opens her arms to the poor
       and extends her hands to the needy.

 21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
       for all of them are clothed in scarlet.

 22 She makes coverings for her bed;
       she is clothed in fine linen and purple.

 23 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
       where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.

 24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
       and supplies the merchants with sashes.

 25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
       she can laugh at the days to come.

 26 She speaks with wisdom,
       and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

 27 She watches over the affairs of her household
       and does not eat the bread of idleness.

 28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
       her husband also, and he praises her:

 29 "Many women do noble things,
       but you surpass them all."

 30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
       but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.

 31 Give her the reward she has earned,
       and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

Proverbs 31


Monday, January 22, 2007

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The New York Times Practical Guide to Practically Everything: The Essential Companion for Everyday Life
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freewriting. revolutionary random tidbits after mum and i went from dialup to fios. 

with Proverbs 21 webbed in...

Where are those voices? What competition?  Strive for the best.  "Liz has xanga?"  At what point do people realize that accepting bribes is wrong?  "Procrastinate, procrastinate, you're never on time you're always late..." "Who is that guy?"  All a man's ways seem right to him, but the LORD weighs the heart [proverbs 21:2]

YES - I still read the NYTimes Sunday Weddings & Celebrations section.  It's weird when you read about people you've crossed paths with...or people who you may aspire to be.. or not... Better to live in a desert than with a quarrelsome and ill-tempered wife [proverbs 21:19]

When justice is done, it brings joy to the righteous but terror to evildoers [proverbs 21: 15]  I can't really talk about work.. yet the cases fascinate me...integrity, justice & change? I will not be a prisoner to trends in society...whatever that entails....  I'm drowning in a sea of paper.  I'm learning to grow alligator skin when dealing with others.  He who pursues righteousness and love finds life, prosperty and honor [proverbs 21:21] How can we be persistent in pursuing holiness and righteousness?

I miss the Pioneer Valley.  I miss Blanchard.  I miss Upper Lake and the walk up to the Equestrian Center.  I miss College Street. I miss Toad's. I miss getting all those parking tickets on campus because I thought the parking rules never applied.  I miss old school AKC. I miss Sanlitun.  I miss Shinjuku and all the funky looks.  I miss those six hour servant team meetings at that circular room at Blanchard.  I miss debates with David Chen.  I miss Chef Jeff's cookies.  I miss that drunken monkey sandwich (is that what its called?) I miss TAP (okay, I don't miss TAP, maybe just Madonna TAP).  I miss Custard (the horse).  I miss that brisk South Hadley air.  I miss breakfast at Sylvester's.  I miss waking up at 5AM before a horse show.  I miss doing an allnighter, chatting on aim and almost missing a final.  I miss self-scheduled finals.  I miss the law school food. I miss living at the Taft.  I miss Cross Campus. I miss going to H.O.T.  I miss taking all the M&Cs and mailing them.  I miss Torrey's grilled cheese with tomato in between the classes I hardly went to.  I miss Yale Phoenix Dance Troupe.  I miss drawing on people's faces with permanent marker. I miss the stress of China Nite.  I miss the complexities of college life.  I miss getting my hair microbraided by Gail for seven hours and being in so much pain I had to sleep facedown on the tip of my nose.  I miss being able to dye my hair whatever color, whenever... I miss Barahona.   I miss Moran's seminars (really, I do!). I actually miss goofing off 24 hours a paper is due, and writing it in the 5 hours before its due in a frenzy.  I miss driving my hockey puck of a car in the snow. I miss hiking and being blesse over the glories of the CT River landscape. I miss snail mail.  I miss Geology 101 and that lab notebook that I actually put effort into...  I miss Springfield.  I miss Prospect Sunday brunch! I miss getting that yellow notification card in PO Box 1877 for packages.  I even miss class at UMass.  I miss that "tonight was a waste of makeup" feeling too.  I miss studying in that attic in JE and keeping a lookout for the rats.  Such is the humdrum of days past, of New England life. 

Most of all, I miss you,  REO KIM.  The distance stinks!  I long for when we were only a PVTA bus ride away on Route 116.  And I miss the ridiculous roadtrips before your stick-shift driving days  (I do not miss the speeding ticket on the way back from Cornell/Bing.) and AKC crazy-ness. The woman who showed me what fileo love is, what true faith is, who would aim-me incessantly to go to church (church? hmm.. ehh okokok heh), who listens, gives advice, email/txt/calls me to whip my stubborn self into shape...to listen & take heart.

There is no wisdom, no insight, no plan that can succeed against the LORD.  The horse is made ready for the day of battle, but victory rests with the LORD [proverbs 21:30-31]

victory!

writing too much.  cant get all those silly thoughts down fast enough. my hand hurts. 

nothing profound here stanley lee.  



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