숨은그림 찾기 - 엄정화
지금은 나의 모든것을 보여 줄순 없겠지만
조금씩 내맘을 찾아 주길 바랄께
이젠 우리 사랑이 영원히 함께하기를 바라며
오직 너만이 마지막 사랑이길 기도 할꺼야
눈을 떠봐 보이니 숨겨왔던 내 진실이 내안에서 너를 부르고 있어
Classics never die, I love this song. Though apparently my love for kpop makes me 'fobulous'. Eh, I'm OK with that, I embrace my inner fob. Even though I'm not even really a fob.
And nothing beats the memory of sandrayu prancing across the AXO lip sync stage while we kicked in the background. Good times...I really miss making demos. That was such a good year...
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Speaking of songs, it's killing me that iTunes appears to NOT have the songs that I want to download. Very much displeased with this turn of events. Somehow, when you really want to listen to a song and just can't - it plays incessantly in your head.
Considering I'll probably forget before I actually find these, I'm going to write them down. Darn you iTunes, seeming solution to my music thirst. You're just toying with me...does anyone have these songs?
DC Talk - Lord I lift your name on high
Bob Branch - You Reign (it's a kiddie praise song, not sure if this is the right artist)
Scripture Rock - John 3:16
CeCe Winans - King of Kings (He's a wonder)
St. Francis Choir ft. Lauryn Hill - Joyful, Joyful
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
meatballs
Our receptionist walks into my cube today and says "do you know where Anthony's meatballs are?"
I pause. I think. And say "um...no"
She continues to walk around the office and ask loudly "has anyone seen Anthony's meatballs?"
It appears that no one has.
Our office is having our annual international luncheon today. To celebrate diversity (or something of the sort), we do this lunch every year where people either make food from their ethnicity or we order some from around Queens, and have a massive lunch. Anthony is my coworker who is half Italian/half Irish and was - apparently - making meatballs for the lunch. Except no one's seen them. And they're having a lot of fun asking where they are...
I pause. I think. And say "um...no"
She continues to walk around the office and ask loudly "has anyone seen Anthony's meatballs?"
It appears that no one has.
Our office is having our annual international luncheon today. To celebrate diversity (or something of the sort), we do this lunch every year where people either make food from their ethnicity or we order some from around Queens, and have a massive lunch. Anthony is my coworker who is half Italian/half Irish and was - apparently - making meatballs for the lunch. Except no one's seen them. And they're having a lot of fun asking where they are...
Saturday, November 26, 2005
simplicity
"To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch...to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!" -Emerson
I think I say this a lot, but nothing puts me in a better mood than little kids. (Or sometimes, big kids). The best part of my day is usually when I go early to the dj and get to see Daniel...he and Sammy win for the best hellos.
I currently teach 7 students privately, and my youngest is this tiny 7 year old girl "L". She's incredibly bright and ridiculously talented for someone so young - it's been so exciting working with her because she has so much positive energy and potential oozing out of her.
She's testing for her red belt this Saturday, so we've been focusing on spinning hook kicks and variations thereof. It's probably one of the toughest kicks to learn in TKD, and very few people do it correctly. The way I teach is extremely methodical - I like to break everything down into steps...it generally helps with little kids. So "L" comes running into the dojang this morning with a huge grin and waving a piece of paper.
"Look, I made this for you!"
When I get to work on Monday I'll have to scan it in - it's a drawing called "spinning hook kick" with illustrations and explanations step-by-step of how to do a spinning hook kick. Including all the things that I harp on her about. Quite possibly one of the cutest things I've ever received, it will have to go up on my wall next to the "I love eemoh" birthday card Sammy drew me.
She invited me to her 8th birthday party in January...haha, I wonder what kiddie birthday parties are like these days. Gosh...there's something just so rewarding about teaching a child and something special in the ways that they show they love you. I like teaching adults too, and teenagers, but...little kids are so honest and innocent...the age where you don't think so much about what you say and what it might mean...you just say what you mean. There's no pretense to what they do, they just do it.
Sometimes I wish I could just return to that simplicity...there is something so pure about the affection of children.
I think I say this a lot, but nothing puts me in a better mood than little kids. (Or sometimes, big kids). The best part of my day is usually when I go early to the dj and get to see Daniel...he and Sammy win for the best hellos.
I currently teach 7 students privately, and my youngest is this tiny 7 year old girl "L". She's incredibly bright and ridiculously talented for someone so young - it's been so exciting working with her because she has so much positive energy and potential oozing out of her.
She's testing for her red belt this Saturday, so we've been focusing on spinning hook kicks and variations thereof. It's probably one of the toughest kicks to learn in TKD, and very few people do it correctly. The way I teach is extremely methodical - I like to break everything down into steps...it generally helps with little kids. So "L" comes running into the dojang this morning with a huge grin and waving a piece of paper.
"Look, I made this for you!"
When I get to work on Monday I'll have to scan it in - it's a drawing called "spinning hook kick" with illustrations and explanations step-by-step of how to do a spinning hook kick. Including all the things that I harp on her about. Quite possibly one of the cutest things I've ever received, it will have to go up on my wall next to the "I love eemoh" birthday card Sammy drew me.
She invited me to her 8th birthday party in January...haha, I wonder what kiddie birthday parties are like these days. Gosh...there's something just so rewarding about teaching a child and something special in the ways that they show they love you. I like teaching adults too, and teenagers, but...little kids are so honest and innocent...the age where you don't think so much about what you say and what it might mean...you just say what you mean. There's no pretense to what they do, they just do it.
Sometimes I wish I could just return to that simplicity...there is something so pure about the affection of children.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
thanksgiving
In light of Thanksgiving, I realize that I don't give thanks enough for the blessings I receive. For all the griping that I do about the things that bother me (and goodness gracious there's plenty of THAT out there), I often overlook how good God has been, even in the little things. I remember having my small group keep prayer journals once, to document what we prayed for and when/how they were answered. I think this exercise, while seemingly tedious, can be so helpful in seeing that God does eventually answer all prayers (perhaps not in the way we wished for, but He does answer them). And when done over time, also helps put into perspective that God always provides.
This TG in particular, I'm thankful for family.
My actual family - extended though they may be - that I got to spend time with yesterday. For my 언니's and 오빠 who go so out of their way to take care of me, I think after all the years of being without siblings and independent, it's been a pleasant surprise to have them around regularly. For the joy of laughing with children and getting to be 이모...yesterday Sydney looked at the huge turkey roasting and said "that's a big chicken!" It was one of the cutest things I've seen all week. I think I've changed my mind...I used to just want little boys but little girls are so much cuter. They have more ae-gyoh. Though I dunno, I have just as much fun with my girls (S^2) as my boys (D^3)...it's just different kinds of fun I suppose. (Why do Koreans name their children so they have the same initials?) Haha...
The TKD family - for how dysfunctional we may be sometimes...it's a strangely tight-knit community. For my Jewish family and Jewish mother...for my boys...for tBos and MIT...for the kids who make all the teaching worth it, for Sabs despite all the heartache...for the opportunity to be noona. Gosh, Mr L almost made me cry when he brought me a cake on my birthday and told me I was like family. Though it may drive me crazy at times, and it certainly ain't ideal...it's still a home away from home and there's plenty to be thankful for.
And in the past couple months especially, I've realized (again) the importance of Christian community. Elizabeth and Clarence were here last week for a conference, and it was so good to catch up with them...I can't believe my kids are grown up and seniors now...I still remember asking them to be small group leaders, and their questions of "what if I ask a question and nobody answers??" Looking back, the hole that ACF left was more significant than I realized, and in the last couple months at RWC, it's been a process of re-learning that community is necessary to grow. It's been great to study Philippians in that sense...all the themes of partnership everywhere just confirms it.
I think it's cool to think of all the different "families" around...but also for the different roles you get to play. Sometimes noona/un-nee, sometimes dongseng...sometimes eemoh, sometimes jokah...pretty darn cool.
This TG in particular, I'm thankful for family.
My actual family - extended though they may be - that I got to spend time with yesterday. For my 언니's and 오빠 who go so out of their way to take care of me, I think after all the years of being without siblings and independent, it's been a pleasant surprise to have them around regularly. For the joy of laughing with children and getting to be 이모...yesterday Sydney looked at the huge turkey roasting and said "that's a big chicken!" It was one of the cutest things I've seen all week. I think I've changed my mind...I used to just want little boys but little girls are so much cuter. They have more ae-gyoh. Though I dunno, I have just as much fun with my girls (S^2) as my boys (D^3)...it's just different kinds of fun I suppose. (Why do Koreans name their children so they have the same initials?) Haha...
The TKD family - for how dysfunctional we may be sometimes...it's a strangely tight-knit community. For my Jewish family and Jewish mother...for my boys...for tBos and MIT...for the kids who make all the teaching worth it, for Sabs despite all the heartache...for the opportunity to be noona. Gosh, Mr L almost made me cry when he brought me a cake on my birthday and told me I was like family. Though it may drive me crazy at times, and it certainly ain't ideal...it's still a home away from home and there's plenty to be thankful for.
And in the past couple months especially, I've realized (again) the importance of Christian community. Elizabeth and Clarence were here last week for a conference, and it was so good to catch up with them...I can't believe my kids are grown up and seniors now...I still remember asking them to be small group leaders, and their questions of "what if I ask a question and nobody answers??" Looking back, the hole that ACF left was more significant than I realized, and in the last couple months at RWC, it's been a process of re-learning that community is necessary to grow. It's been great to study Philippians in that sense...all the themes of partnership everywhere just confirms it.
I think it's cool to think of all the different "families" around...but also for the different roles you get to play. Sometimes noona/un-nee, sometimes dongseng...sometimes eemoh, sometimes jokah...pretty darn cool.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
random acts of kindness
So someone rings my doorbell today, and who should it be but my neighbor, Sherri. We met one day when she came over to ask me not to play piano late at night because she was trying to write her PhD thesis. It sounds crabby, but she was actually really really nice about it. I lent her one of my statistics books (that I've never actually used because somehow I conveniently didn't do error analysis and my advisor was so caught up in my theory section and making me derive all this crazy stuff that he didn't notice)...
Anyways, she knocked on my door with a piece of cake, because it was her birthday this week.
How nice is that?
I stand corrected that all New Yorkers are mean. Well...she must not be a native New Yorker. (She does have a foreign Chinese-esque accent).
And then she asked me if I was sick because she heard me coughing at nights, scurried back to her apt, and brought me a bag of Ricola.
DUDE.
Sometimes God gives you a glimmer of encouragement in the middle of chaos...a random act of "I'm thinking of you" totally picks me up.
Anyways, she knocked on my door with a piece of cake, because it was her birthday this week.
How nice is that?
I stand corrected that all New Yorkers are mean. Well...she must not be a native New Yorker. (She does have a foreign Chinese-esque accent).
And then she asked me if I was sick because she heard me coughing at nights, scurried back to her apt, and brought me a bag of Ricola.
DUDE.
Sometimes God gives you a glimmer of encouragement in the middle of chaos...a random act of "I'm thinking of you" totally picks me up.
sickey mcsick strikes again
After many a failed attempt at curing myself with rest, sleep, Sudafed and the likes...I was still hacking like an old woman with emphesyma. It got so bad that I actually propped pillows up and slept upright for a night because I couldn't get any sleep.
Ever since I finally learned how to swallow pills, I've been staying away from the liquid medicines...after all, 20+ years of my life spent downing all that stuff, grinding pills into powder, and biting the gelcaps and sucking the liquid out of them has poisoned my taste buds. So despite all the recommendations that I just take Nyquil, I've been staying away...
So last night I figured I'd try to go the other way and just sweat the sickness out of my system.
I nearly died.
Mr. E decided to make the 7.30 class, which is usually relatively easy cardio-wise, into a pad workout. What happened to forms?? I think I would have been more OK with it, had I not had a holder who was utterly incapable of holding properly. She's really nice so I feel bad yelling at her, but...how can you possibly be a red belt and not know how to hold? And then Jr decided it was the day to unleash on the hogu drills. I certainly did sweat it out, but there were some fits of convulsion in my lungs that weren't too pretty...sometimes I wonder if it's a good or bad thing. And of course Mr. Sympathy focuses after class on the "what was with the crying?" - well geez, when you can't breathe and you're hacking your lungs out, perhaps wheezing is a possibility. And I'm fine, thanks for asking.
I picked up some Nyquil on the way home. Dang...that stuff is no joke. I literally felt it kicking in about 15 min after I took it. I'm still coughing, but at least I got to sleep for more than 5 min consecutively last night. I thought if I just drank a beer it'd kind of do the same thing, but I guess it feels better to wake up to Nyquil. Well that and I don't really like beer.
Grr my shin is going to be permanently messed up. RAWR. This is not a good time to be shinless.
Ever since I finally learned how to swallow pills, I've been staying away from the liquid medicines...after all, 20+ years of my life spent downing all that stuff, grinding pills into powder, and biting the gelcaps and sucking the liquid out of them has poisoned my taste buds. So despite all the recommendations that I just take Nyquil, I've been staying away...
So last night I figured I'd try to go the other way and just sweat the sickness out of my system.
I nearly died.
Mr. E decided to make the 7.30 class, which is usually relatively easy cardio-wise, into a pad workout. What happened to forms?? I think I would have been more OK with it, had I not had a holder who was utterly incapable of holding properly. She's really nice so I feel bad yelling at her, but...how can you possibly be a red belt and not know how to hold? And then Jr decided it was the day to unleash on the hogu drills. I certainly did sweat it out, but there were some fits of convulsion in my lungs that weren't too pretty...sometimes I wonder if it's a good or bad thing. And of course Mr. Sympathy focuses after class on the "what was with the crying?" - well geez, when you can't breathe and you're hacking your lungs out, perhaps wheezing is a possibility. And I'm fine, thanks for asking.
I picked up some Nyquil on the way home. Dang...that stuff is no joke. I literally felt it kicking in about 15 min after I took it. I'm still coughing, but at least I got to sleep for more than 5 min consecutively last night. I thought if I just drank a beer it'd kind of do the same thing, but I guess it feels better to wake up to Nyquil. Well that and I don't really like beer.
Grr my shin is going to be permanently messed up. RAWR. This is not a good time to be shinless.
Monday, November 21, 2005
personality
After an interesting conversation with someone, I decided to retake the Myers-Briggs personality test. Surprise, surprise - still an ESFJ.
Extroverted (E) 64.71% Introverted (I) 35.29%
Sensing (S) 63.64% Intuitive (N) 36.36%
Feeling (F) 58.97% Thinking (T) 41.03%
Judging (J) 70.59% Perceiving (P) 29.41%
Sensing (S) 63.64% Intuitive (N) 36.36%
Feeling (F) 58.97% Thinking (T) 41.03%
Judging (J) 70.59% Perceiving (P) 29.41%
| ESFJ - "Seller". Most sociable of all types. Nurturer of harmony. Outstanding host or hostesses. 12.3% of total population. |
Sunday, November 20, 2005
hate it or love it
Sometimes for all the impossible kids you get who don't listen...you get a good seed. But then...they move away.
"anything new at westside? are you still torturing little kids on fridays? i'll tell u something, every week i think about ur friday class, and i'm like if i were in new york now i'd be doing those squat jumps and christina would yell at me to get my butt down, and those multiple turning kicks stuff that i hate, and everyone would get yelled at for not getting their knees up, and all those sprints and she'd keep yelling at me to go faster no matter how fast i run. and then at the end of the class i'd swear to myself that i would never ever come again... good memories:))"
But every week she came back. Funny how life moves on when people touch out of your life...but once in awhile, they touch back in and remind you of what they meant to you.
Or...that I spend an inordinate amount of time yelling at these kids...
"anything new at westside? are you still torturing little kids on fridays? i'll tell u something, every week i think about ur friday class, and i'm like if i were in new york now i'd be doing those squat jumps and christina would yell at me to get my butt down, and those multiple turning kicks stuff that i hate, and everyone would get yelled at for not getting their knees up, and all those sprints and she'd keep yelling at me to go faster no matter how fast i run. and then at the end of the class i'd swear to myself that i would never ever come again... good memories:))"
But every week she came back. Funny how life moves on when people touch out of your life...but once in awhile, they touch back in and remind you of what they meant to you.
Or...that I spend an inordinate amount of time yelling at these kids...
Friday, November 18, 2005
persistence
Haha. So good...
Sometimes you watch people try to hold onto people or things that they'd be better of just letting go of...and you just want to get them this poster. Then again, always easier to see these things when you're not the one directly involved...=)
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
sickey mcsick
Sometimes there's just too much going on and then your body shuts down and says "no more, I'm going on strike"
I hope the Union works out a deal before I completely hack my lungs out.
=(
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I hope the Union works out a deal before I completely hack my lungs out.
=(
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hi cpk,
how are you feeling today, you sounded pretty bad yesterday. i think you really need to take a day off form everything every week. or your just going to wear your self out. i know it is easier said than done casue you want to do a lot of stuff. but i'm sure you know that taking a day of rest is actually a commandment in the ten commandments. i didn't know this tell this week when jenny and i were watching a sermon on t.v. i'm not really knowledgable about the bible cause i said there was a book called palms. but that just my two cents. your young and you have to rember life is marathon not a sprint.
syp :-)
Sometimes the truth comes to you in ways you don't expect. And this is why we're getting I heart Sammy t-shirts!Tuesday, November 15, 2005
tagged
Apparently I've been "tagged"
What are five of your guilty pleasures (things you love to hate)?”
- Adidas -- my friends made fun of me so bad at MIT about my brand-snobbery. But it's so true - name brand athletic apparel just feels so much better than generic! One time we were out on the field after an outdoor practice, and they were teasing me, saying "if Adidas made water, you'd probably buy it". My response? "Adidas makes water?!?!" Yeah, it took awhile to live that one down...
- Kpop -- I'm not even a real FOB - but I love Kpop from the mid-90's. HOT, Noise, Turbo, Solid...come on, you know what I'm talking about...
- Coca-Cola -- Now THIS is my guilty pleasure. Coke is the first thing to go when I'm training, as it's a double whammy of sugar and caffeine, but my post-weigh-in meal is always pasta and a big Coke. Gosh...that's a lot of calories.
- Sitcoms -- I know, TV is just a mindless waste of time. But nothing is as relaxing as lounging in front of the TV with some sitcoms on and laughing away. My favorites are actually the wholesome family sitcoms from the 90's. Looks like that was my favorite decade...
- Romantic comedies --that's right. Everyone thinks I'd be into action but...my inner girl prevails. I can't watch movies where people die. Haha, that's why I like Korean mini-series when they don't end in cancer.
whole my life
My ever-so-enlightened uncles strike again. I was talking to one of my keun-ah-bbah's last night because Mikey oh-bbah is having his wedding reception something something soon, and he starts asking me about life. So we're making small talk, and the topic of TKD comes up. Now, his reaction winning Nationals was "wait...isn't that going to give you problems in terms of getting married?"
Yes, because clearly the man of my dreams is so insecure that he would not be supportive of pursuing hobbies that I enjoy and the opportunities God has given me. Gotta love the old school Korean logic.
All my life (or whole my life, as my dad would say) I've heard my uncles criticize my parents for the way they've raised me. But what bothered me was that it was never about character or values - it was always about making me a threat to a boy's ego and therefore unable to be wedded off. Seems a bit ridiculous to me. "She's too smart, she talks too much, she doesn't play with dolls, she doesn't like pretty clothes, she's learning how to defend herself"...yep, those are my ever-so-supportive uncles. I told my dad once that God blessed him by not giving him any sons, because he never would have understood the value of a daughter otherwise. He had to think about that one...
What is so wrong with being talented or intelligent or athletic? And if they really wanted me to do ballet instead of TKD... after going to the ballet last spring, I have to say that ballet dancers are ridiculously athletic and strong - there's much more past the pink leotard.
I'm not a feminist by any stretch of the imagination - but in the end God made each of us with different gifts and talents and the purpose is to glorify Him by using them - boy or girl. And last I checked, marriage was intended to be a partnership, not a dictatorship.
Very interesting in light of my current read, "Captivating" by John and Stasi Eldredge. I haven't finished it, but it's been a good book so far. I picked it up when I noticed it was the woman-book version of the popular man-book craze by the ACF bros "Wild at Heart". (Gosh, that semester the guys read it in small group, they couldn't stop talking about it!) I think it's actually very interesting to read the books together. Obviously with the same authors there will be parallels, but I thought it was cool that they talk about partnership and sharing in the adventure together. Particularly since we're studying Philippians in sg and partnership is one of the big themes that pops up everywhere.
Have you ever worked on a group project and been the only one working? Or been on a group project and felt useless? I have, and both feelings pretty much suck. One thing that I thought was amazing about this crazy pumping analyzer thing that my group at work built a few weeks ago was that when we had to actually go install it, everything just sort of came together. Everyone went to do different tasks, and it was incredibly hectic and stressful, but in the end, it worked because we worked together. In the debriefing meeting, that's what my boss commended us for - the teamwork and how each of us brought something different to the team. And I must say, it felt good to hear him say we'd done a good job.
Sab always told me not to bury my coins in the sand. A good servant is a good steward...and as I think about how to steward my time, money, and even love, I can only hope that in the end I will hear "well done".
Yes, because clearly the man of my dreams is so insecure that he would not be supportive of pursuing hobbies that I enjoy and the opportunities God has given me. Gotta love the old school Korean logic.
All my life (or whole my life, as my dad would say) I've heard my uncles criticize my parents for the way they've raised me. But what bothered me was that it was never about character or values - it was always about making me a threat to a boy's ego and therefore unable to be wedded off. Seems a bit ridiculous to me. "She's too smart, she talks too much, she doesn't play with dolls, she doesn't like pretty clothes, she's learning how to defend herself"...yep, those are my ever-so-supportive uncles. I told my dad once that God blessed him by not giving him any sons, because he never would have understood the value of a daughter otherwise. He had to think about that one...
What is so wrong with being talented or intelligent or athletic? And if they really wanted me to do ballet instead of TKD... after going to the ballet last spring, I have to say that ballet dancers are ridiculously athletic and strong - there's much more past the pink leotard.
I'm not a feminist by any stretch of the imagination - but in the end God made each of us with different gifts and talents and the purpose is to glorify Him by using them - boy or girl. And last I checked, marriage was intended to be a partnership, not a dictatorship.
Very interesting in light of my current read, "Captivating" by John and Stasi Eldredge. I haven't finished it, but it's been a good book so far. I picked it up when I noticed it was the woman-book version of the popular man-book craze by the ACF bros "Wild at Heart". (Gosh, that semester the guys read it in small group, they couldn't stop talking about it!) I think it's actually very interesting to read the books together. Obviously with the same authors there will be parallels, but I thought it was cool that they talk about partnership and sharing in the adventure together. Particularly since we're studying Philippians in sg and partnership is one of the big themes that pops up everywhere.
Have you ever worked on a group project and been the only one working? Or been on a group project and felt useless? I have, and both feelings pretty much suck. One thing that I thought was amazing about this crazy pumping analyzer thing that my group at work built a few weeks ago was that when we had to actually go install it, everything just sort of came together. Everyone went to do different tasks, and it was incredibly hectic and stressful, but in the end, it worked because we worked together. In the debriefing meeting, that's what my boss commended us for - the teamwork and how each of us brought something different to the team. And I must say, it felt good to hear him say we'd done a good job.
Sab always told me not to bury my coins in the sand. A good servant is a good steward...and as I think about how to steward my time, money, and even love, I can only hope that in the end I will hear "well done".
Sunday, November 13, 2005
all good weekends must come to an end...
I finally put my new vacuum together and vacuumed my entire apartment this morning. Gosh, it was so therapeutic. There's something about reversing entropy that just feels so good sometimes. Too bad I wasn't motivated enough to do much more than vacuuming...
Please pray for my leg...I don't know what this is, but the fluid and swelling is getting worrisome given the fact that it's been 2 weeks since the clash. I have a sinking feeling that I'm going to have to get it drained. But seeing as how I almost passed out the last time I had to give blood, someone sticking a needle into my shin will likely not lead to good things...There's what, 8 weeks left and I can't make any contact with my shin? *sigh* At least it was good enough to play football.
Mulan was playing on TBS tonight. I forgot how much I liked that movie when it first came out..."would you like to stay for dinner? would you like to stay forever?" HAHA. I love that grandmother. One of my favorite movies for one-liners, that and Zoolander.
Gosh, it was such a gorgeous weekened...I can't believe the weather could be this nice in November in NY. Just goes to show that nothing's impossible. Small group wars was so much silly fun...it's like being in college all over again sometimes. All in all...a great weekend before getting back to...work. At least Monday is a non-teaching day this week.
Still awaiting the inevitable combustion of the confrontation I was forced to initiate...Bracing myself for massive explosion...
Please pray for my leg...I don't know what this is, but the fluid and swelling is getting worrisome given the fact that it's been 2 weeks since the clash. I have a sinking feeling that I'm going to have to get it drained. But seeing as how I almost passed out the last time I had to give blood, someone sticking a needle into my shin will likely not lead to good things...There's what, 8 weeks left and I can't make any contact with my shin? *sigh* At least it was good enough to play football.
Mulan was playing on TBS tonight. I forgot how much I liked that movie when it first came out..."would you like to stay for dinner? would you like to stay forever?" HAHA. I love that grandmother. One of my favorite movies for one-liners, that and Zoolander.
Gosh, it was such a gorgeous weekened...I can't believe the weather could be this nice in November in NY. Just goes to show that nothing's impossible. Small group wars was so much silly fun...it's like being in college all over again sometimes. All in all...a great weekend before getting back to...work. At least Monday is a non-teaching day this week.
Still awaiting the inevitable combustion of the confrontation I was forced to initiate...Bracing myself for massive explosion...
Saturday, November 12, 2005
underdogs on top
Remnant Westside Thrillers are awesome!!
It was the most amazing experience and the most awesome team since my team back at MIT! It's the first team I've ever been on and not had to be a captain or a coach...strangely refreshing to just play.
I don't know what the best moments were...Melissa's defensive touchdown, Rose running up the middle and scoring a touchdown in OT to get us past Praise and into 1st seed, John's face every time he led the Thriller cheer (What time is it?!?!), Kevin shaving a mohawk into his hair....Ooh, I got to catch an interception too, and pull a whole bunch of flags. SO FUN.
The funniest moments in my mind are tied between when Helen (our QB) broke away into a run all the way down the field and stopped right before the end zone and started jumping up and down before someone came and pulled her flag because she thought she scored the TD but hadn't. Or when someone else (I forget who) caught a great pass and started jumping up and down that she caught it, not realizing to run with it.
What really struck me throughout our games was our defensive coach, Jooho. He lost his voice cheering and screaming from the side, was sweating bullets after every game, jumped around like a maniac, and had grins of pride that stretched across his whole face when we executed his plays correctly. Maybe in a strange way because it reminds me of all the times I lost my voice coaching MIT, being notorious for jumping up and down out of my chair, the ridiculous highs and lows of watching players you've invested in perform under pressure. I guess I've been more often in the coach's position, that it was strange to have it reversed and see it from the other side. I guess I really appreciated it because it's so hard to be a coach and to constantly be thinking about your players and training them and putting everything you have into them - and in the end not be able to do anything but send them in there. And because it's been so opposite of Sabs' hands-off "you take care of yourself, you know yourself best" approach. But yeah, it's really something to know that your coach really put his heart out there on the field with you. I'm sure the same goes for the offense with Kiho, and for Mikey and John and Kevin.
In the end I feel like God really blessed the day and our church through this event. From the excitement of the girls the night before when we slept over at Melissa's house and watched Friday Night Lights, to the absolutely gorgeous weather that we woke up to, to showing up to the field and seeing the other teams and praying before every game...it was just so awesome to see sports and faith collide (the two things I love most!) John said in the beginning and at the end that what was important wasn't winning or losing, but what we had in that big team huddle - the fellowship we had shared, the bonds we formed, and the unity in Christ that couldn't be taken away. Not a dry eye, especially when it was followed up with prayer and one last team cheer.
It was just such a crazy experience to be there with the whole team pulling together and supporting one another, the coaches being so motivating and positive, and how so many people from church came all the way to the boonies of Jersey with posters and face paint to cheer until they went hoarse...man, I'm so impressed that our ragtag team doing Indian runs and army squats in Central Park turned into this fierce group of sisters working together and bringing a strong strategic force to the tournament. Even though we didn't win overall, we really did play our hearts out (2 wins, 1 loss in the playoffs), and there's some consolation in knowing that we beat the team who ended up winning it all. (We beat them in the prelims in pool play).
Gosh...God is so good. And tomorrow...small group wars!
It was the most amazing experience and the most awesome team since my team back at MIT! It's the first team I've ever been on and not had to be a captain or a coach...strangely refreshing to just play.
I don't know what the best moments were...Melissa's defensive touchdown, Rose running up the middle and scoring a touchdown in OT to get us past Praise and into 1st seed, John's face every time he led the Thriller cheer (What time is it?!?!), Kevin shaving a mohawk into his hair....Ooh, I got to catch an interception too, and pull a whole bunch of flags. SO FUN.
The funniest moments in my mind are tied between when Helen (our QB) broke away into a run all the way down the field and stopped right before the end zone and started jumping up and down before someone came and pulled her flag because she thought she scored the TD but hadn't. Or when someone else (I forget who) caught a great pass and started jumping up and down that she caught it, not realizing to run with it.
What really struck me throughout our games was our defensive coach, Jooho. He lost his voice cheering and screaming from the side, was sweating bullets after every game, jumped around like a maniac, and had grins of pride that stretched across his whole face when we executed his plays correctly. Maybe in a strange way because it reminds me of all the times I lost my voice coaching MIT, being notorious for jumping up and down out of my chair, the ridiculous highs and lows of watching players you've invested in perform under pressure. I guess I've been more often in the coach's position, that it was strange to have it reversed and see it from the other side. I guess I really appreciated it because it's so hard to be a coach and to constantly be thinking about your players and training them and putting everything you have into them - and in the end not be able to do anything but send them in there. And because it's been so opposite of Sabs' hands-off "you take care of yourself, you know yourself best" approach. But yeah, it's really something to know that your coach really put his heart out there on the field with you. I'm sure the same goes for the offense with Kiho, and for Mikey and John and Kevin.
In the end I feel like God really blessed the day and our church through this event. From the excitement of the girls the night before when we slept over at Melissa's house and watched Friday Night Lights, to the absolutely gorgeous weather that we woke up to, to showing up to the field and seeing the other teams and praying before every game...it was just so awesome to see sports and faith collide (the two things I love most!) John said in the beginning and at the end that what was important wasn't winning or losing, but what we had in that big team huddle - the fellowship we had shared, the bonds we formed, and the unity in Christ that couldn't be taken away. Not a dry eye, especially when it was followed up with prayer and one last team cheer.
It was just such a crazy experience to be there with the whole team pulling together and supporting one another, the coaches being so motivating and positive, and how so many people from church came all the way to the boonies of Jersey with posters and face paint to cheer until they went hoarse...man, I'm so impressed that our ragtag team doing Indian runs and army squats in Central Park turned into this fierce group of sisters working together and bringing a strong strategic force to the tournament. Even though we didn't win overall, we really did play our hearts out (2 wins, 1 loss in the playoffs), and there's some consolation in knowing that we beat the team who ended up winning it all. (We beat them in the prelims in pool play).
Gosh...God is so good. And tomorrow...small group wars!
Friday, November 11, 2005
v-day
One of my VP's brought his daughters into work today. I helped one of them make a chart for some project...gosh kids are so cute. She couldn't be more than 10. I asked them why they weren't in school, and the younger one says
"because it's veternarians day"
then the older one says
"no, it's VETERAN'S day"
HAHA...funny, I didn't even have an idea that it was a holiday. Gosh my company is stingy about holidays...
"because it's veternarians day"
then the older one says
"no, it's VETERAN'S day"
HAHA...funny, I didn't even have an idea that it was a holiday. Gosh my company is stingy about holidays...
Thursday, November 10, 2005
praises
Well, aside from all the CRAP that is going down with some sticky situations (the main of which I don't understand why I'm the messenger for, but just waiting to get shot) - thought I'd focus on some positives.
1) Gosh I love Kimchi Bowl. I must have consumed so much MSG the last few days...but man it's so good.
2) FOOTBALL! I'm so excited, our football tournament is this weekend! This has quite possibly been the funnest thing I've done since moving to NY, I only regret I was only able to go to half the practices. Nonetheless I'm totally excited to see what my team can do!
Hrmm I think this is the first time I'm mentioning this. For background, my church put together a sisters football team which is coached by some of the bro's who used to play football in HS. They're AWESOME. I think it's hilarious that they make us do really drills and crazy sprints and learn plays. But it's been a great way to fellowship and I love it. Love it! We're playing in some tournament this weekend against other churches in the NY/NJ/PA area. Wouldn't be surprised if I saw people I know, actually...Koreans only have like 2 degrees of separation.
3) Speaking of which, I think the football touranment should be called the Kimchi Bowl.
4) Bridesmaid - never thought I'd be one, but I shall have the honor of being slyan's bridesmaid next year. Very exciting, even if I have to be a girl girl. Only for you, sly!
1) Gosh I love Kimchi Bowl. I must have consumed so much MSG the last few days...but man it's so good.
2) FOOTBALL! I'm so excited, our football tournament is this weekend! This has quite possibly been the funnest thing I've done since moving to NY, I only regret I was only able to go to half the practices. Nonetheless I'm totally excited to see what my team can do!
Hrmm I think this is the first time I'm mentioning this. For background, my church put together a sisters football team which is coached by some of the bro's who used to play football in HS. They're AWESOME. I think it's hilarious that they make us do really drills and crazy sprints and learn plays. But it's been a great way to fellowship and I love it. Love it! We're playing in some tournament this weekend against other churches in the NY/NJ/PA area. Wouldn't be surprised if I saw people I know, actually...Koreans only have like 2 degrees of separation.
3) Speaking of which, I think the football touranment should be called the Kimchi Bowl.
4) Bridesmaid - never thought I'd be one, but I shall have the honor of being slyan's bridesmaid next year. Very exciting, even if I have to be a girl girl. Only for you, sly!
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
crazy parents
Wow parents can be CRAZY. Dealing with neurotic ones is no fun. NO FUN. I hate confrontation as it is, but having to tell some overprotective overreacting parents that they were out of line? Oof. I swear Sabs sit around and think of things for me to do that are maximally painful and then sit back and watch the monkey dance. Mmph.
Notes on parenting...
1) Do not live vicariously through your child - If you want medals and acclaim and perfection - then strap on a dobok and do it yourself. Let the kid enjoy what they're doing.
2) Let your child know it's OK to lose - goodness gracious these parents wanted gold medals more than their kid did. The kid understood perfectly well that it wasn't the end of the world. The parents - not so much. This is how we get psycho parents who make excuses because they can't accept that their child is not perfect.
3) Your child is NOT SPECIAL - not any more than any other child, and to monopolize a teacher's time and energy. So get over it. Before I strap a "NOT SPECIAL" bumper sticker to the kid's forehead to help you remember.
Notes on parenting...
1) Do not live vicariously through your child - If you want medals and acclaim and perfection - then strap on a dobok and do it yourself. Let the kid enjoy what they're doing.
2) Let your child know it's OK to lose - goodness gracious these parents wanted gold medals more than their kid did. The kid understood perfectly well that it wasn't the end of the world. The parents - not so much. This is how we get psycho parents who make excuses because they can't accept that their child is not perfect.
3) Your child is NOT SPECIAL - not any more than any other child, and to monopolize a teacher's time and energy. So get over it. Before I strap a "NOT SPECIAL" bumper sticker to the kid's forehead to help you remember.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
birthday part 2
Wow it's been awhile since I've had a birthday party. Wait no, that's not true, I did have a party 2-3 years ago when I was in Boston with akl and hclee, the joint party with Peter. (btw, it's pkkim's birthday on the 7th!) But I've had very few birthday parties that I haven't had to plan myself, and it was really fun.
I love N and B - they're so thoughtful sometimes, it's really catches me by surprise. They threw and hosted a birthday party for me, it was so very out of their way. More than anything, it's been nice to spend my birthday (which has extended to a week's time) with many of the people I love. I got to have 미역국 with my parents last weekend, hung out with the old CWB crew while at Nationals, had some cake at the dj courtesy of Mr Lim with the dojang folks, a surprise cake in small group, and tonight got to mix together some MIT alum friends with TKD friends...and given how hard it is for me to get out and see my friends and be a normal person, this gave me a good excuse to do it and have a good time.
And a good time I had!
Apparently I'm an honorary Jew as well. They're teaching me how to be Jewish, which for birthdays, I've been told, is for them to ask what you want, for you to tell them what you want, and for them to get it and give it to you with a gift receipt so you can return it if you don't like it. Wow. How complicated (yet strangely efficient).
This explains why my cousins went through the EXACT same process with me and I was so confused. It all makes sense to me now - they're all Jewreans. I mean, they grew up on Long Island and went to more bar mitzvah's than dohl celebrations - no wonder they celebrate birthdays the Jewish way!
I think it's really funny though, because Koreans go so out of their way to insist that you don't want anything, or try to be polite about those sorts of things. (Well, outwardly polite...it seems wrong to ask for something). What a culture shock. Apparently I need to get more in touch with my Jewish side...
I love N and B - they're so thoughtful sometimes, it's really catches me by surprise. They threw and hosted a birthday party for me, it was so very out of their way. More than anything, it's been nice to spend my birthday (which has extended to a week's time) with many of the people I love. I got to have 미역국 with my parents last weekend, hung out with the old CWB crew while at Nationals, had some cake at the dj courtesy of Mr Lim with the dojang folks, a surprise cake in small group, and tonight got to mix together some MIT alum friends with TKD friends...and given how hard it is for me to get out and see my friends and be a normal person, this gave me a good excuse to do it and have a good time.
And a good time I had!
Apparently I'm an honorary Jew as well. They're teaching me how to be Jewish, which for birthdays, I've been told, is for them to ask what you want, for you to tell them what you want, and for them to get it and give it to you with a gift receipt so you can return it if you don't like it. Wow. How complicated (yet strangely efficient).
This explains why my cousins went through the EXACT same process with me and I was so confused. It all makes sense to me now - they're all Jewreans. I mean, they grew up on Long Island and went to more bar mitzvah's than dohl celebrations - no wonder they celebrate birthdays the Jewish way!
I think it's really funny though, because Koreans go so out of their way to insist that you don't want anything, or try to be polite about those sorts of things. (Well, outwardly polite...it seems wrong to ask for something). What a culture shock. Apparently I need to get more in touch with my Jewish side...
Friday, November 04, 2005
Thursday, November 03, 2005
birthday redeemed
OK, it got better. Much better.
Jaac came over and brightened up my poopy day, and then I went to the dojang. With 5 minutes left in my 7.30 class, Mr Lim comes out of the staff room with a cake and candles! A Korean cake, no less! I was beyond shocked - of all the people who would think to get me a cake, he was probably the last. Wow, underneath that exterior, the man has quite the heart...haha, which Mel says is only for me. Perhaps. That would actually explain Daniel very well, the apple does not fall far from the tree. But hey, I'm not complaining. I love my Koreans. Random acts of kindness sometimes fall right when you need them...
Despite the terrible start to my day, I was uplifted by all the warm wishes, some surprising! Sammy taught the sparring class for me, and I was able to leave early and go have dinner with my Jewish family. Apparently I'm an honorary Jew.
Yay for redemption!
Jaac came over and brightened up my poopy day, and then I went to the dojang. With 5 minutes left in my 7.30 class, Mr Lim comes out of the staff room with a cake and candles! A Korean cake, no less! I was beyond shocked - of all the people who would think to get me a cake, he was probably the last. Wow, underneath that exterior, the man has quite the heart...haha, which Mel says is only for me. Perhaps. That would actually explain Daniel very well, the apple does not fall far from the tree. But hey, I'm not complaining. I love my Koreans. Random acts of kindness sometimes fall right when you need them...
Despite the terrible start to my day, I was uplifted by all the warm wishes, some surprising! Sammy taught the sparring class for me, and I was able to leave early and go have dinner with my Jewish family. Apparently I'm an honorary Jew.
Yay for redemption!
birthday
Worst birthday ever so far. I really hope this picks up.
1) NY cabbies stink. I spent 20 minutes trying to hail a cab, and finally got an unmarked cab to take me downtown to my physical. I hate doctors, but that's point #2. So this cabbie was either retarded or playing dumb because he had no idea how to get to the medical center. I suspect he was faking it, I hate when cabbies do that.
2) Needles. I'm a needle weenie. WEENIE. Of all the days in November HR could have scheduled my physical, they had to pick my birthday. I knew this was going to ruin it. So even though the nurse was actually very good and found my vein on the first try and what-not - after she was done I promptly started getting dizzy and hyperventilating. So much so that another nurse had to come in and prop my legs up and make me lie down and breathe.
3) Purple shin. After the freak accident with Liza that wasn't even a hard clash - my shin is purple and disgusting and I can't even bounce. The day I can't bounce is a sad, sad day. =( It wasn't even HARD!!! Somehow it's still swollen or something, because I can't feel a thing on the surface, but it kills down to the bone when it's pressed. No one can tell me what it is, rawr!
3) Teaching. Sabs have something to do tonight so I'm stuck teaching their class too. I wouldn't mind as much if not for my shin and not being able to DO anything. Rawr. I'm spending my birthday teaching...and if attendance is low tonight I'm going to be extra depressed.
Oh well. A lot of people remembered it was today, including some surprises, so that was really cool.
1) NY cabbies stink. I spent 20 minutes trying to hail a cab, and finally got an unmarked cab to take me downtown to my physical. I hate doctors, but that's point #2. So this cabbie was either retarded or playing dumb because he had no idea how to get to the medical center. I suspect he was faking it, I hate when cabbies do that.
2) Needles. I'm a needle weenie. WEENIE. Of all the days in November HR could have scheduled my physical, they had to pick my birthday. I knew this was going to ruin it. So even though the nurse was actually very good and found my vein on the first try and what-not - after she was done I promptly started getting dizzy and hyperventilating. So much so that another nurse had to come in and prop my legs up and make me lie down and breathe.
3) Purple shin. After the freak accident with Liza that wasn't even a hard clash - my shin is purple and disgusting and I can't even bounce. The day I can't bounce is a sad, sad day. =( It wasn't even HARD!!! Somehow it's still swollen or something, because I can't feel a thing on the surface, but it kills down to the bone when it's pressed. No one can tell me what it is, rawr!
3) Teaching. Sabs have something to do tonight so I'm stuck teaching their class too. I wouldn't mind as much if not for my shin and not being able to DO anything. Rawr. I'm spending my birthday teaching...and if attendance is low tonight I'm going to be extra depressed.
Oh well. A lot of people remembered it was today, including some surprises, so that was really cool.
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