Wednesday, April 26, 2006
well, 3/5 exams.. one later today and one on saturday. Although I vowed to devote so much time to studying, unfortunately that is not the case seeing as I don't know how to study and I love procrastinating, always have! hehehe.. but exams seem to be going okay and if i screw up next year, i always have next year to redeem myself. Anyways... the reason Im posting is because of this. Im studying Ancient Roman and came across Early Christians. Some startling points were made and really made me ponder. In the Roman Empire, Christians were considered nuisances and even persecuted by beasts. Apparently they were a threat to society. But the thing is, many aspects of the practice of Christianity itself seemed to be 'borrowed' from other beliefs.
Like:
- After life: cults of Issus and Dionysus also had this
- Asceticism: live a plain and humble life was also practiced by Stoics
- Monotheism: most cults practiced this so Christianity wasn't special
- Cosmpolitanism: anyone could be a Christian, but then anyone could be come a Stoic
plus:
- in the cult of Serapis, the god was ritually killed in the autumn and rose again after 3 days
- in the cult of Mithras, the god is born in a cave on Dec. 25 and visited by a shepherd
- participants of this cult took bread and wine..
reading this, i recalled my cousin telling me that Dec. 25 itself was not the birth of Jesus but rather Winter Solstice which is confirmed by my studies in Astronomy. Da Vinci Code tells me that most of our practices are derived from pagan worship and even the Sabbath is on SUNday. I was disturbed and distraught this morning. So I called my dad.
My dad listened as I told him what I found out. And he was said this. It doesn't matter how we practice or what we do to worship, it all comes down to the Bible. Anytime you read something like this, compare it to the Bible. We partake in the bread and wine because it symbolizes Christ. God told us to do it so we will. It might have been a ritual in those days but because Christ did it, so we will do. It doesn't matter what we do, but it ultimately comes down to the fact that Christ died FOR us, and rose again. We have salvation from it. Everything else doesn't matter. Plain and Simple. I love it. it all comes down to faith
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if there was a tree with a lot of lemons, you'd be the biggest lemon
9:54 AM
well, 3/5 exams.. one later today and one on saturday. Although I vowed to devote so much time to studying, unfortunately that is not the case seeing as I don't know how to study and I love procrastinating, always have! hehehe.. but exams seem to be going okay and if i screw up next year, i always have next year to redeem myself. Anyways... the reason Im posting is because of this. Im studying Ancient Roman and came across Early Christians. Some startling points were made and really made me ponder. In the Roman Empire, Christians were considered nuisances and even persecuted by beasts. Apparently they were a threat to society. But the thing is, many aspects of the practice of Christianity itself seemed to be 'borrowed' from other beliefs.
Like:
- After life: cults of Issus and Dionysus also had this
- Asceticism: live a plain and humble life was also practiced by Stoics
- Monotheism: most cults practiced this so Christianity wasn't special
- Cosmpolitanism: anyone could be a Christian, but then anyone could be come a Stoic
plus:
- in the cult of Serapis, the god was ritually killed in the autumn and rose again after 3 days
- in the cult of Mithras, the god is born in a cave on Dec. 25 and visited by a shepherd
- participants of this cult took bread and wine..
reading this, i recalled my cousin telling me that Dec. 25 itself was not the birth of Jesus but rather Winter Solstice which is confirmed by my studies in Astronomy. Da Vinci Code tells me that most of our practices are derived from pagan worship and even the Sabbath is on SUNday. I was disturbed and distraught this morning. So I called my dad.
My dad listened as I told him what I found out. And he was said this. It doesn't matter how we practice or what we do to worship, it all comes down to the Bible. Anytime you read something like this, compare it to the Bible. We partake in the bread and wine because it symbolizes Christ. God told us to do it so we will. It might have been a ritual in those days but because Christ did it, so we will do. It doesn't matter what we do, but it ultimately comes down to the fact that Christ died FOR us, and rose again. We have salvation from it. Everything else doesn't matter. Plain and Simple. I love it. it all comes down to faith
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9:54 AM
Sunday, April 16, 2006
a reminder of what we are celebrating today and how much it actually means.. please read
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Clean Blood
The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It's not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of interesting. They're sending some doctors over there to investigate it.
You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before. By Monday morning when you getup, it's the lead story. For it's not just India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it now as "the mystery flu".
The President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?" That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.
That night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news program into English "There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu. "It has come to Europe. Panic strikes.
As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don't know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. Then you die. Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton, and it's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following announcement:
"Due to a national security risk,all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing."
Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about what if it comes to this country, and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "It's the scourge of God."
It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio." While the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made," Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu."
Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock, trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.
Then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing.
"Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals."
Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it.
Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home. "You stand around scared with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on, and if this is the end of the world. Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me."
Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. "Wait a minute, hold it!" And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has the right type."
Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another. Some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it's pure, and we can make the vaccine. We can save the world."
As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need we need you to sign a consent form."
You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is blank. "H-h-h-how many pints?" And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all!"
"But but..."
"You don't understand. We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We - we need it all - we need it all!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?"
In numb silence, you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"
Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?"
Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"
And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've - we've got to get started. People all over the world are dying," Can you leave?
Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Why - why have you forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say,
"MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?"
Is that what God is saying?
"MY SON DIED. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"
Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we begin to comprehend the great love you have for us.
Amen
1:39 PM
a reminder of what we are celebrating today and how much it actually means.. please read
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Clean Blood
The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It's not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of interesting. They're sending some doctors over there to investigate it.
You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before. By Monday morning when you getup, it's the lead story. For it's not just India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it now as "the mystery flu".
The President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?" That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.
That night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news program into English "There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu. "It has come to Europe. Panic strikes.
As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don't know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. Then you die. Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton, and it's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following announcement:
"Due to a national security risk,all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing."
Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about what if it comes to this country, and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "It's the scourge of God."
It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio." While the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made," Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu."
Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock, trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.
Then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing.
"Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals."
Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it.
Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home. "You stand around scared with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on, and if this is the end of the world. Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me."
Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. "Wait a minute, hold it!" And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has the right type."
Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another. Some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it's pure, and we can make the vaccine. We can save the world."
As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need we need you to sign a consent form."
You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is blank. "H-h-h-how many pints?" And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all!"
"But but..."
"You don't understand. We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We - we need it all - we need it all!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?"
In numb silence, you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"
Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?"
Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"
And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've - we've got to get started. People all over the world are dying," Can you leave?
Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Why - why have you forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say,
"MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?"
Is that what God is saying?
"MY SON DIED. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"
Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we begin to comprehend the great love you have for us.
Amen
1:39 PM
Just to remind us that butterflies are truly God's daily inspiration for us....
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Courage and Love Of A Butterfly
by David L. Kuzminski
Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia , I saw a water puddle ahead on the path.
I angled my direction to go around it on the part of the path that wasn't covered by water and mud. As I reached the puddle, I was suddenly attacked!
Yet I did nothing for the attack was so unpredictable and from a source so totally unexpected.
I was startled as well as unhurt, despite having been struck four or five times already. I backed up a foot and my attacker stopped attacking me. Instead of attacking more, he hovered in the air on graceful
butterfly wings in front of me. Had I been hurt I wouldn't have found it amusing, but I was unhurt, it was funny, and I was laughing. After all, I was being attacked by a butterfly!
Having stopped laughing, I took a step forward. My attacker rushed me again.
He rammed me in the chest with his head and body, striking me over and over again with all his might, still to no avail.
For a second time, I retreated a step while my attacker relented in his attack. Yet again, I tried moving forward. My attacker charged me again. I was rammed in the chest over and over again. I wasn't sure what to do, other than to retreat a third time. After all, it's just not everyday that one is attacked by a
butterfly. This time, though, I stepped back several paces to look the situation over. My attacker moved back as well to land on the ground. That's when I discovered why my attacker was charging me only moments earlier. He had a mate and she was dying. She was beside the puddle where he landed. Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed his wings as if to fan her. I could only admire the love and courage of that butterfly in his concern for his mate. He had taken it upon himself to attack me for his mate's sake, even though she was clearly dying and I was so large. He did so just to give her those
extra few precious moments of life, should I have been careless enough to step on her.
Now I knew why and what he was fighting for. There was really only one option left for me. I carefully made my way around the puddle to the other side of the path, though it was only inches wide and
extremely muddy. His courage in attacking something thousands of times larger and heavier than himself just for his mate's safety justified it. I couldn't do anything other than reward him by walking on the more difficult side of the puddle. He had truly earned those moments to be with her, undisturbed. left them in peace for those last few moments, cleaning the mud from my boots when I later reached my car.
Since then, I've always tried to remember the courage of that butterfly whenever I see huge obstacles facing me. I use that butterfly's courage as an inspiration and to remind myself that good things are worth fighting for.
1:32 PM
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Rapid heart beat, pounding heart or palpitations
Sweating
Shaking visibly or inside
Choking sensations or lump in throat
Smothering or shortness of breath sensations
Chest pain or discomfort
Nausea, bloating, indigestion or abdominal discomfort
Dizziness or unsteadiness
Feeling light-headed
Derealisation (feeling unreal or dreamy)
Depersonalisation (feeling outside yourself or like you don't exist)
Fear of losing control or going crazy
Paresthesias (numbness or tingling sensations) in face, extremities or body
Chills or hot flushes
Skin losing colour
Blushing or skin blotches
having 14/16 of the symptoms above can't be good
these feelings are KILLING me!!! im having an anxiety attack and it actually really hurts. My head kills, my heart doesn't stop beating. i feel really nervous about something yet I don't know what it is. I hate this time of the year. it always happens around this time.
11:50 PM
Rapid heart beat, pounding heart or palpitations
Sweating
Shaking visibly or inside
Choking sensations or lump in throat
Smothering or shortness of breath sensations
Chest pain or discomfort
Nausea, bloating, indigestion or abdominal discomfort
Dizziness or unsteadiness
Feeling light-headed
Derealisation (feeling unreal or dreamy)
Depersonalisation (feeling outside yourself or like you don't exist)
Fear of losing control or going crazy
Paresthesias (numbness or tingling sensations) in face, extremities or body
Chills or hot flushes
Skin losing colour
Blushing or skin blotches
these feelings are KILLING me!!! im having an anxiety attack and it actually really hurts. My head kills, my heart doesn't stop beating. i feel really nervous about something yet I don't know what it is. I hate this time of the year. it always happens around this time.
11:50 PM
Saturday, April 08, 2006
what a blissful and relaxing weekend. Everything fell into plan and it was so great to spend the tenth that way. Just the enjoyment of each other's company with no stress and no problems felt so good. It's been a long time since we've had that and it was just fabulous. thanks for a great weekend hun.. wouldn't have had it any other way.
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10 months and still we don't run out of things to say to each other
10:52 PM
what a blissful and relaxing weekend. Everything fell into plan and it was so great to spend the tenth that way. Just the enjoyment of each other's company with no stress and no problems felt so good. It's been a long time since we've had that and it was just fabulous. thanks for a great weekend hun.. wouldn't have had it any other way.
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10:52 PM
Thursday, April 06, 2006
what shocking news..I thought he had much longer but he didn't. You were once the most hated person in my life but I got over that. You caused me a lot of grief but I got over that. How is it possible that someone who caused me so much grief can actually make me cry again 4 years later? I don't even have a photo with you. I was once your superstar, but that's all gone and your gone too. I still refuse to accept it.
RIP Paul Wirtz. and I'm Sorry
is it too late to say goodbye?
3:04 PM
what shocking news..I thought he had much longer but he didn't. You were once the most hated person in my life but I got over that. You caused me a lot of grief but I got over that. How is it possible that someone who caused me so much grief can actually make me cry again 4 years later? I don't even have a photo with you. I was once your superstar, but that's all gone and your gone too. I still refuse to accept it.
is it too late to say goodbye?
3:04 PM
and so the ever fulfilling case competition has now come to a close. Gone are the joyous times at Perth Hall with the random quotes of nonsense and procrastination. Gone are the days of endless memorization of speeches and thorough understanding of the case it self. No more days of Joel St. Marseille and Skadurz Pro. Skadurz Pro, you have become a sentimental company that will hold a place in my heart forever. If ever I go to Sudbury, you will be the first stop. Through this experience, we have really come to learn how to work in a group. It is challenging. more challenging than ever because of clashes of ideas and ego. But in the end, we pulled through and we know that we are first in our hearts. So to Mr. Tang, Miss Xu, Mr. Saya, Mr. Agha, and Mr. Santoro, I would like to say "That inch made all the difference!!!"
Go Team 18!!!
some pictures to accompany that random blurt:
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Now I would like to do what some others are doing and swear of msn/blogging/cyberstalking/facebooking/24ing/prisonbreaking/dc++ing..and say I would like to just focus on studying. But honestly, who can resist Jack Bauer and Michael Scofield. Like Honestly, they should do a duo where Jack Bauer goes to help Michael Scofield and release Lincoln Burrows from prison only to find that they are all trapped in a conspiracy planned by PHILIPPINES to kidnap Burrows in hopes to target the Vice President's attention and gain more money for the ever corrupted country! now that would be a show.
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"The art of living does not consist in preserving and clinging to a particular mood of happiness, but in allowing happiness to change its form without being disappointed by the change; for happiness, like a child, must be allowed to grow up." Charles Langbridge Morgan
12:26 PM
Monday, April 03, 2006
Ahh Case Competition. Team 18 is freaking amazing. We have made it to the desired final round. However, we are in turmoil. Why? because for some reason, we can't see to get a long. right when it matters the most. So much frustration. So much anger. So much selfish glory desired for what? So much cockiness. So much pride. Why can't we just get along? We're all frustrated, but in the end, we need to work together to win. I just don't get it. With all this rage, there's only one thing that can possibly calm me down. God.
Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. Colossians 2:13-14
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on another note:
I have defintely slacked off this year. Slacked off too much and now i am feeling the effects. The stress to catch up, to study and potentially come up to my previous standard. Its hard work, but i need to do it. Because I have continued to tell myself that when push comes to shove and the work actually matters, I can pull through. I just need to see that happen now. My laziness can actually be a sin now that i realize it. Im not working to my full potential. My full potential that God has granted me with. I've taken the privilege of attending university for granted. I've taken the fact that I have a good life for granted. I don't work as hard as I can and for that I have paid with the fact that i am no good in one thing. I could have been great. My slothfulness and my negligence to do my work as a student is a sin. A sin. Because I am not working for God.
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men. Colossians 3:23
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as the year comes to a close I will reflect on the one thing that has made me feel somewhat successful this year. Skating. Surprisingly, the one thing that I thought I hated. the one thing that i wanted to give up so many times. The one I have pained and cried over oh so many times, is the one thing that has brought me joy this year. To be on top again. To have that feeling once again. Its a thrill that I miss and have come to enjoy. The reason I have done anything well in my life is because of that thrill and skating has once again brought me that. With this in mind, I will quote Kim M. when she says "the possiblities are endless" I've never really thought of that as true until now. There's so many things I can do and want to do and I just need to narrow the choices down. Expand my horizons. The future is bright if I wish it to be.
Reflections on Varsity Figure Skating:
3:20 AM
Ahh Case Competition. Team 18 is freaking amazing. We have made it to the desired final round. However, we are in turmoil. Why? because for some reason, we can't see to get a long. right when it matters the most. So much frustration. So much anger. So much selfish glory desired for what? So much cockiness. So much pride. Why can't we just get along? We're all frustrated, but in the end, we need to work together to win. I just don't get it. With all this rage, there's only one thing that can possibly calm me down. God.
Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. Colossians 2:13-14
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on another note:
I have defintely slacked off this year. Slacked off too much and now i am feeling the effects. The stress to catch up, to study and potentially come up to my previous standard. Its hard work, but i need to do it. Because I have continued to tell myself that when push comes to shove and the work actually matters, I can pull through. I just need to see that happen now. My laziness can actually be a sin now that i realize it. Im not working to my full potential. My full potential that God has granted me with. I've taken the privilege of attending university for granted. I've taken the fact that I have a good life for granted. I don't work as hard as I can and for that I have paid with the fact that i am no good in one thing. I could have been great. My slothfulness and my negligence to do my work as a student is a sin. A sin. Because I am not working for God.
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men. Colossians 3:23
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as the year comes to a close I will reflect on the one thing that has made me feel somewhat successful this year. Skating. Surprisingly, the one thing that I thought I hated. the one thing that i wanted to give up so many times. The one I have pained and cried over oh so many times, is the one thing that has brought me joy this year. To be on top again. To have that feeling once again. Its a thrill that I miss and have come to enjoy. The reason I have done anything well in my life is because of that thrill and skating has once again brought me that. With this in mind, I will quote Kim M. when she says "the possiblities are endless" I've never really thought of that as true until now. There's so many things I can do and want to do and I just need to narrow the choices down. Expand my horizons. The future is bright if I wish it to be.
Reflections on Varsity Figure Skating:
3:20 AM