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| Today was a day of gluttony. No self-control whatsoever.
Let's recap what I ate today. I'd rather not, but I amaze myself and this information needs to be needlessly shared.
Breakfast: Frosted Flakes cereal with yogurt. Not too bad.
Second Breakfast (I feel like a hobbit): three pancakes (1 had M&Ms), some more M&Ms, grapes and Sunny D. Sunny D fascinates me because it looks so delicious before you drink it, but as you're drinking it, you think to yourself, "what is this crap???"
Lunch (ohhhhh boy...): Mexican chicken salad, some manicotti, alfredo bowtie pasta with dried tomatoes, mac 'n cheese, 1 slice of pepperoni pizza, 1 slice of humus pizza, a bowl of some creamy green pasta with chicken, root beer, and a cone of "ice cream." Yes, I ate at the Biola cafeteria. Let me tell you, it's almost as good as UCLA dorms. Almost.
Snack: Leftover Halloween candy a classmate brought into class (my sweet-tooth instantly took control of my body). A mini-size bag of sour patch, a mini-size bag of Sweetish Fish, a Kit-Kat bar, and a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. At this point, my heart is slowing down and my pants button is about to burst.
Dinner (the worst way to end your day, yet also the best... does that make sense?): "All-you-can-eat" In-N-Out burgers at the Talbot lounge. By "all-you-can-eat" they mean 2, but really, who can eat more than 2 double-doubles? If you answered yes, you're either Michael Phelps, or not in very good cardiovascular shape. I exercised a little bit of self-control and ate 1 and a half. This was accompanied by two bags of chips and a Sunkist and a Hawaiian Punch.
Add all these ingredients up and you get a really bloated stomach and a lot of gas.
I think I need to run like 430 miles to burn all this off. So I'm going to start my run to San Fransisco right now and will be back in 2 months. Bye!
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| A funny thought occurred in my head [well, many do, but this was publish-worthy (publish?? who am I kidding, this is xanga!), but I digress...] as I was driving today.
Is there a specific filter to what songs get sung during praise during worship services? Of course, the typical formulaic Chris Tomlin, Matt Redman, Hillsongs United, and a sometimes edgy David Crowder Band definitely top the lists. But as I have delved deeper and deeper into Thrice songs, I've been having a sense of ultimate passion and worship in their songs. What?? Thrice??? THRICE???? Yes, can't you read??
Consider some of their lyrics:
From Image of the Invisible-
We're more than carbon and chemicals
We are the image of the invisible
Free will is ours and we can't let go
We are the image of the invisible
We can't allow this, the quiet cull
We are the image of the invisible
So we sing out this, our canticle
We are the image of the invisible
We all were lost now we are found
No one can stop us or slow us down
We are the named and we are known
We know that we'll never walk alone
From Of Dust and Nations-
So put your faith in more than steel
Don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust
Where thieves break in and steal
Pull the fangs from out your heel
We live in but a shadow of the real
From Come All You Weary-
Come all you weary with your heavy loads
Lay down your burdens find rest for your souls
Cause my yoke is easy and my burden is kind
I’ll take yours upon me and you can take mine
Come all you weary
Come gather round near me
Find rest for your souls
From In Exile-
I am an exile - a sojourner; A citizen of some other place.
All I’ve seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror,
But I know one day I’ll see face to face.
I am a nomad - a wanderer; I have nowhere to lay my head down.
There’s no point in putting roots too deep when I’m moving on.
I’m not settling for this unsettling town.
My heart is filled with songs of forever -
Of a city that endures, where all is made new.
I know I don’t belong here; I’ll never
Call this place my home, I’m just passing through.
From The Messenger-
Mark me with fire and send me
Among the living dead
They cannot comprehend me;
I watch the sickness spread
Kiss the coals; breathe in smoke
And I say, "Here I am, send me."
Lifts my soul, free and so unafraid
"Here I am, send me, send me."
Free and so unafraid
"Here I am, send me."
...The list goes on and on...
I don't know about you guys, but I see God exalted and much edification in singing these songs. Heck, I was about to sing "Come All You Weary" for CCM Cafe Night this past year, if it weren't for a certain flake in my small group.
Was this entry just bunch of heretical nonsense? Do I need to be excommunicated?? Repent???
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| Multitasking has been infused in our culture. Doing more things at once doesn't necessarily equate to efficiency, but we do it anyway.
We listen to music while doing homework, read while pooping, watch TV while... well, anything really... eating/folding laundry/working out/dancing...
This injection has poisoned us through simple distractions. We forget what it means to "still the heart/mind" because it has become a foreign concept. Being silent and still is counter-productive because nothing is accomplished (by nothing, I mean the busywork that runs our lives, which we think is what life is all about).
The devil is not the nature that is around us, all around us... but the nature that is within us all. We just lie awake in a storm and fog; we lie awake and imagine what we are. We hide and wait for some golden star and hope the debt is wearing off.
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| We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned; we are demons that hide in the mirror.
But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly clear.
We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed, and malevolence deep and profound.
We do unspeakable deeds, does our wickedness know any bounds?
Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone; all the world is mad.
Darkness brings terrible things; the sun is gone - what vanity! our sad, wretched fires...
We can't medicate man to perfection again; we can't legislate peace in our hearts.
We can't educate sin from our souls, it's been there from the start.
But the blind lead the blind into the bottomless pits, still we smile and deny that we are cursed.
But all of our iniquities, ignorance may be the worst.
Oh, what little light we have! It only serves to show the snares and seeds of wrath we have already sewn on every path.
all the world is mad. thrice.
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| Ever notice how the Asians are usually the biggest hustlers when playing sports (by hustle, I mean works hard)? It's like we have to make up for the lack of athleticism by working harder than the other more physically gifted races. Of course, I'm harshly stereotyping, but it's so true, I see it even in my own game. I'll be honest, I'm not very athletically inclined, and not too many Asians are. But I'm willing to get down and dirty and scrap to win. I remember one time at a wrestling tournament, I was talking to this black guy and he was like, "I hate wrestling Asians the most. They're so scrappy." That was such a proud moment for me: a representative of the most athletically gifted race (again, gross stereotype) payed a compliment to Asians, and it wasn't related to academics.
I arrive at this point because I played soccer today (indoor 4v4... awesome!) and there was a team of Korean fobs who played extremely physical. Almost to a point where it wasn't even about winning, it was about sending a message. But, why even send a message? You're playing against 3 other Koreans and one half-Korean, half-Chinese dude. Calm down. One guy in particular (ironically he was wearing an Air Force shirt... no comment) was roughing people up almost blatantly. He literally back-slapped me as he was running by (now, maybe it was inadvertent, but what are you hands doing by my face anyway??) and bodying people up... Jeez, I was like, we're playing futbol, not football. If you want to play football and get down and dirty, I'll play with you, but come on, we're playing soccer! How frustrating. And the most annoying thing to me is when fobs curse in Korean. I hate that. I hate it as much as John Piper hates the health, wealth, and prosperity Gospel.
Now don't get me wrong, I play very physical too, but these guys were on the border of fighting level. I felt like I was in an MMA fight (which I would have no idea because I've never been in an MMA fight). So to all you Asians out there (100% of the people reading this): TAKE A CHILL PILL!
*Turkeybowl is a perfect example*
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