Saturday, June 27, 2009

2046




所有记忆都是潮湿的~~

Saturday, June 20, 2009

matthew 18:3

wow.

for the past few nights, i've been spit on, chased after, screamed at, and knocked around by a bunch of rambunctious K-5th graders all for the sake of planting little seeds. yet, in the process of teaching these kids who God is, i've come to see and feel the very essence of God's presence through them. i couldn't help but tear up a couple of times just watching their pure eagerness and enthusiasm. though they may not fully grasp concepts like grace, forgiveness, and faith, they are able to jump in with both feet. and isn't that just what God wants everyone of us to do? leap into his arms with no hesistation--completely trusting, completely faithful. i am utterly and completely exhausted now but i am brimming with joy and hope and happiness. i am so thankful that i was blessed with such a dynamic and enthusiastic (not to mention, absolutely adorable) group of kids who taught me more about Him than i ever expected. God is soooo amazing and infinitely good.

I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kindgom of heaven. --Matthew 18:3

just wow.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

empty

thought it would be easy.
but forgot that it never is.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Ugh

i wish i can just take a photograph and send that in for my personal statement. a picture's worth a thousand words, right?

ugh.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

summer glow

i had a loverly day. i am exhausted in the best way possible. sweet dreams await.

Thank You.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

the serpent

it really pisses me off to hear the promising, catchy intro of a song only to decide by the chorus that i hate it. i feel cheated that it tricked me into even listening to it. bad songs should just suck from the beginning instead of luring me astray and persuading me to listen to it a second time in a fruitless effort to find something good about it besides the intro.

i am so becoming more and more outwardly opinionated lately. hrm...

Thursday, June 4, 2009

A Pittsburgh Summer

I'm back in Pittsburgh--where the strangers are nicer, the streets are never straight, and the weather is ever so dreadful--for the summer. When I got off the plane at 6 AM yesterday and walked through the silent airport, I had the strange warm settled feeling in my heart, you know, the kind that you feel when you've returned home from a long trip. The funny thing is, I didn't feel like this returning to Hangzhou; I didn't feel like this when I returned from China to SoPas; yet, I feel like this when I return to school...? Never in a million years would I imagine myself really attached to this place. But here I am.

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Today, a friend and I went to Big Mama's House of Soul, which I finally decided to venture into after reading a top chef's recommendation in a travel mag. For those who don't know, it's a ridiculously tiny one room bright golden yellow building in the strip district that serves the best soul food around. Inside, every inch of wall space is lined with Steeler posters and paraphernalia, declaring that you're entering STEEELER NATION now. Behind the counter, there are only two people working, but by the smell of it, they're cooking up something absolutely delicious. We ordered four pulled pork sandwiches: two for ourselves and two for other friends who have requested us to bring those infamous creations back for them. While the guy started preparing our order, he struck up a conversation with me about "his girl"--namely, his frustrations with the confusing nature of a particular woman. I guess he figured that since it takes a woman to know women, he'd ask me for my opinion. Twenty-odd minutes and a string of crazy relationship stories later, I was finally allowed out of the door with my sandwiches. I was thoroughly amused by the encounter but longed to statisfy my growling stomach. Later, I found out that the initial delay only made the sandwich--stuffed with pulled pork and dripping with barbeque sauce--well worth the time spent chatting with a stranger. What a delicious afternoon...