What if minutes went by like seconds; hours like minutes; days like hours?
Would meaning finally be boiled down into the mere essentials? Would we start to care about things that truly mattered? Would our eyes be opened to a new perspective as a result of this drastically shortened life?
Or would things cease to hold meaning altogether? Would the idea of absurdism take effect? Would everything in life not matter? Would we begin to absorb ourselves in the immediate present and take happiness in the pursuit of death? Would we stop taking happiness for granted?
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Ignorance is bliss. I've heard it and thought about it so many times. And sometimes, its true.
Sometimes, things are meant to be kept unspoken. But how do you know until you've heard it?
If ignorance is bliss, but being happy means you're ignorant, is it worth it?
Is it acceptable to be living in your own little world with little or no concern for the bad things that happen in life? Or is that being completely selfish as well as ignorant?
The only way to do good, is to be aware of the problem and what's going on around me.
But what if it comes out to be too much? What if its just too much to handle?
I think the real challenge may be adapting. Assess the situation, understand the problem, accept reality and move on.
Life comes at you fast and if you dwell on one thing too long, another will come to hit you in the face when you're not ready. Perhaps the people who live with the least concerns are efficient problem solvers.
But of course, this is all superficial and life is more complicated than that. Is this just a fear of losing control of events (both fortunate and unfortunate) unfold around me?
So many questions, so little answers.
Sometimes, things are meant to be kept unspoken. But how do you know until you've heard it?
If ignorance is bliss, but being happy means you're ignorant, is it worth it?
Is it acceptable to be living in your own little world with little or no concern for the bad things that happen in life? Or is that being completely selfish as well as ignorant?
The only way to do good, is to be aware of the problem and what's going on around me.
But what if it comes out to be too much? What if its just too much to handle?
I think the real challenge may be adapting. Assess the situation, understand the problem, accept reality and move on.
Life comes at you fast and if you dwell on one thing too long, another will come to hit you in the face when you're not ready. Perhaps the people who live with the least concerns are efficient problem solvers.
But of course, this is all superficial and life is more complicated than that. Is this just a fear of losing control of events (both fortunate and unfortunate) unfold around me?
So many questions, so little answers.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Am I happy with where I am right now? No, not entirely.
Time for a change?
I guess I should either keep the promises I make to myself, or stop making promises I know I won't keep. Self-discipline is hard to come by.
God are you there?
Do you speak only when I listen? Or can you talk to me even when I'm not listening?
I know its arrogant of me to even ask this, because you initiated with the whole dying on the cross thing. And I know that it was more than a huge step, but it would make being a Christian a whole lot easier.
I can feel myself backsliding. And inevitably, there is guilt, but there is also a freedom that Christianity does not offer.
Having been born in generation X, I am more prone to immediate rewards, the now and not the later.
I feel like Christianity is a future investment in life after death, but living in the world is more like living in the NOW, experiencing the short life I have here on earth.
I know I'm taking advantage of His grace, but sometimes, the whole routine gets suffocating, and I need a breather. So God, if you're there, now would be a good time to break that silence.
Time for a change?
I guess I should either keep the promises I make to myself, or stop making promises I know I won't keep. Self-discipline is hard to come by.
God are you there?
Do you speak only when I listen? Or can you talk to me even when I'm not listening?
I know its arrogant of me to even ask this, because you initiated with the whole dying on the cross thing. And I know that it was more than a huge step, but it would make being a Christian a whole lot easier.
I can feel myself backsliding. And inevitably, there is guilt, but there is also a freedom that Christianity does not offer.
Having been born in generation X, I am more prone to immediate rewards, the now and not the later.
I feel like Christianity is a future investment in life after death, but living in the world is more like living in the NOW, experiencing the short life I have here on earth.
I know I'm taking advantage of His grace, but sometimes, the whole routine gets suffocating, and I need a breather. So God, if you're there, now would be a good time to break that silence.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The Midnight Rap Battle.
This is one I know will look immensely stupid in a few years.
yeahchristine ehehe i love these excursions :-)
jonashinn hahaa for reals
yeahchristine ehehe i love these excursions :-)
jonashinn hahaa for reals
they be the illest
when I be hanging with the chillest
yeahchristine her name be christine
yeahchristine her name be christine
on the mic she's a fiend
jonashinn
ANd his name is jonas
ANd his name is jonas
when he grabs the mic
you know he owns this
yeahchristine
but when she take it back
yeahchristine
but when she take it back
you know she do it better
nvm
jonashinn
lol
yeahchristine
i can't say
lol
yeahchristine
i can't say
next line
too dirty
jonashinn
she be struggling with her rhymes
yeahchristine
LOL
jonashinn
cuz she needs more time
she be struggling with her rhymes
yeahchristine
LOL
jonashinn
cuz she needs more time
to think of her next line
yeahchristine
or she just needs one more
yeahchristine
or she just needs one more
tequila w/ a lime
HA
jonashinn
that was gay
that was gay
but its okay
its just how you say
your gay rhymes every day
yeahchristine
so jealous of my skills
yeahchristine
so jealous of my skills
the way i please & thrill
'll punch you in the nut
yeahchristine
and you'll scream WAAAAAADAFUCK
and you'll scream WAAAAAADAFUCK
:-)
jonashinn
HAHAHA
yeahchristine
;-)
jonashinn
But you can't touch them
HAHAHA
yeahchristine
;-)
jonashinn
But you can't touch them
until you grow a pair
and then some hair
s long as a mare
cuz you's a little kid
still naked and bare
yeahchristine
i think i disagree
jonashinn
if you're really hairier than me..
yeahchristine
sorry my dad
yeahchristine
i think i disagree
jonashinn
if you're really hairier than me..
yeahchristine
sorry my dad
was here
jonashinn
that's just scary
yeahchristine
HAHAH
that's just scary
yeahchristine
HAHAH
wait
i'm confused
were you talking about my
jonashinn
and i need to go plan B
yeahchristine
boobs
jonashinn
no
yeahchristine
or your kohonas
jonashinn
i was saying you need to grow a pair
yeahchristine
of balls
and i need to go plan B
yeahchristine
boobs
jonashinn
no
yeahchristine
or your kohonas
jonashinn
i was saying you need to grow a pair
yeahchristine
of balls
eeeeeeeew
jonashinn
chyeah
chyeah
not literally
wtf
yo yo yo
get a hint
your shades got too much tint
I be fresh like a mint
like hot paper fresh off the print
yeahchristine
sorry the bright lights hurt
yeahchristine
sorry the bright lights hurt
cuz last night was a blur
i think i had too much & i was pretty drunk
but even under influence
i ain't dull i ain't dense
yeahchristine
i'm still the queen
i'm still the queen
cuz everyone gets jealous
when i rock & lean
8-)
jonashinn
...
...
yo
whats happening?
your rhymes are beginning to untwine and unravel
if I be smooth asphalt
jonashinn
jonashinn
then you be dirt gravel
yeahchristine
haha you so funny i think i bust my spleen
yeahchristine
haha you so funny i think i bust my spleen
but when you hear me flow i see your face turn green
your noona is the best
i school you all the time
jonashinn
...lol
...lol
owned
yeahchristine
we're so gay
yeahchristine
we're so gay
what are we doing
LOL
jonashinn
the only time you see me green
the only time you see me green
is when I turn into a lean mean machine
you can call me hulk
when I be owning you so hard you choke
OHHH
Game over?
yeahchristine
YOU WOULD HIT A GIRL ?
jonashinn
no foo
yeahchristine
YOU WOULD HIT A GIRL ?
jonashinn
no foo
i'm the Hulk
yeahchristine
jerk
yeahchristine
jerk
we over
shuddap
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Accidente
Well, I promised myself that I would blog events, so here goes.
Today, I got into my first real accident.
I thought it was my fault at first, but it there were faults at both ends of the party.
My first reaction was something like "Crap."
Then came anger, not really directed at anybody or anything.
And then came disappointment; THAT was directed at myself.
You see, I got a speeding ticket a few months ago. Then about three days ago, I got a PARKING ticket. And now, I get into an accident. My dad wasn't angry at me; he didn't get upset. He was merely glad that nobody was hurt and that it was a church member that hit me. (If it was anyone else, they might have called the cops, charges might be pressed, lawyers called, insurance, etc. Things would've been messy).
But through all of this, I only thought of one thing. That I was a burden. A big, major, and completely unnecessary burden to my dad, who was going through tough financial times in his business, not to mention working enough to cover my mom's duties who is currently in Korea for a month. I've already agreed to pay for the tickets and the repair, but I just felt terrible that I was causing such trouble to my dad. Don't worry Dad, I'll make it up to you, somehow.
Overall, the experience wasn't that bad. A lot of my church friends saw it happen, and to be frank, I wasn't embarrassed; more so, I felt a little vulnerable. But the accident wasn't that great of a deal.
And really, through some of these experiences, I've come to realize some of the great friends I have. Hahaha. I'm truly loved.
Today, I got into my first real accident.
I thought it was my fault at first, but it there were faults at both ends of the party.
My first reaction was something like "Crap."
Then came anger, not really directed at anybody or anything.
And then came disappointment; THAT was directed at myself.
You see, I got a speeding ticket a few months ago. Then about three days ago, I got a PARKING ticket. And now, I get into an accident. My dad wasn't angry at me; he didn't get upset. He was merely glad that nobody was hurt and that it was a church member that hit me. (If it was anyone else, they might have called the cops, charges might be pressed, lawyers called, insurance, etc. Things would've been messy).
But through all of this, I only thought of one thing. That I was a burden. A big, major, and completely unnecessary burden to my dad, who was going through tough financial times in his business, not to mention working enough to cover my mom's duties who is currently in Korea for a month. I've already agreed to pay for the tickets and the repair, but I just felt terrible that I was causing such trouble to my dad. Don't worry Dad, I'll make it up to you, somehow.
Overall, the experience wasn't that bad. A lot of my church friends saw it happen, and to be frank, I wasn't embarrassed; more so, I felt a little vulnerable. But the accident wasn't that great of a deal.
And really, through some of these experiences, I've come to realize some of the great friends I have. Hahaha. I'm truly loved.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Clinging on...
Hope. I got admitted to UC Riverside today. Lets face it: yes, its a good school, but nobody grows up saying "I want to go to Riverside when I grow up!" As cocky as this may sound, I applied to that school mainly for a confidence boost. And well, I'm trying to be as thankful as I can, because maybe, maybe, God might see it in his grace to grant me a chance at UCLA. I KNOW that I'm completely lacking. And yet, hours of my family's prayer, the countless hours of potential sleep spent praying by my grandma, the tears of desperation, along with my cries and pleads for help, cannot possibly be all ignored. So I'm clinging on to the hope, that by some God-given miracle, I get into UCLA. As unlikely a chance that might be, I will continue to pray and have faith that my God will provide. And if I don't get in, even though I might be bitter and sad at first, I will accept the fact that God simply has other plans for me and move on. But for now, hope. Hope.
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