fruits punch chinpo

my brother as 'my little pony' and the mystical twins

first train home

/* file name: read me if you can =P */

#include

#define YEAR 1996

int x, y, z; 

int main ()
{
     printf ("Please enter your birthday (MM/DD/YYYY): ");
     scanf ("%d/%d/%d", &x, &y, &z);

     if ((x == 10) && (y == 10) && (z == YEAR))
     {
          printf ("YAKISOBA!!\n");
     }
     else
     {
          printf ("Sorry, this message is not for you\n");
     }

     return 0;
}

/* i find nerdier ways to say hi */
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
that moment when you come to find that your man cave is gone

family weekend

i gained the transfer thirty

efci family visited sd kids this past weekend.
even though our time spent together was short, i'm thankful we
got to see each other. last week, i was reminded to pray for the
ministries back home and for all the others who are in college
around the country. despite our physical distance, they spur
me on to pursue faith and i am always encouraged by them!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i had a strange dream that i knew adam levine from maroon 5
personally and that he had a tragic death and i was sad what.

transcendental highway track 12

i miss good asian food

what is this? a drop of fresh vibrant-red paint on the canvas of
his life which had previously been smeared completely gray by
the mundane routines. suddenly the backdrop which was boring
and forgettable picked up a sound, a voice, a song. a tempo begins
and there is movement to this rhythm. what was once a soft,
blurry drone has become a clear, powerful beat. a rallying call.

skipping september stones pt.2

yes, i am alive and well. so why the distance and why the silence?
am i not a soul that has been snatched out of spiritual deadness and
is my body not a temple in which the Holy Spirit- the very One who
intelligently designed each intricacy of the created universe- dwells?
is there not power from Him to meditate on the truth constantly, to
pray without ceasing, to be in continual communion with Him, and
from that communion draw the sweet affection with which i can use
to pour out unto others and to effectively rejoice when His name is
praised and lifted high as a result? is our God not so gracious to grant
us convictions and passions that lead to His worship and glory?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i realize that over the course of the past year, i have gradually closed
myself off from others- defaulting to "objectively" observe the happenings
around me, the struggles being had and the emotions being felt. rarely have
i been pushed to be courageous during this time. it's like i've been playing
an rpg where the main character is superficial rather than superhero-
collecting special items and leveling up, but never going to the front lines
to fight the monsters. i've been listening and taking everything in, but when
time would come for me to take action, i would stop and there would seem
to be a misstep in the narrative. it's cliche to say that i need to change, but
there's no alternative.

skipping september stones pt.1

lol i wish this was the view from my apartment

just
to
break
the
streak
of
wanting
to
post
but
not
posting.
i
am
alive
and
well.

slumpy slum

getting fat. need to run. and eat less junk.