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Wednesday, 08 July 2009

  • the sun on the bus

    Something about the bus or the train in the waning sun, piercing through stained and dusty windows, with crowded bodies and racketing motion that makes me so alive yet so alone. It smell like Chinese food in here while old men and young children hold on for fear life. My earphones let me have the soundtrack of my choice and this moment its Kate Walsh and her beautiful voice, with stirring lyrics and gentle, pretty harmonies that drive me batty thinking about her. I'm learing patience, I'm learning to accept in this way, that people have their reasons and their rhyme. I'm hopeful until the end, dreaming all the more that i'll get off this bus.

Friday, 22 May 2009

  • Never Felt this Way about Love

    There will never come a day
    You'd ever hear me say
    That I want and need to be without you
    I want to give my all
    Baby just hold me, simply control me
    Cause your arms, they keep away the lonelies
    When I look into your eyes
    Then I realize
    That all I need is you in my life
    All I need is you in my life

    Chorus:
    Cause I've never felt this way about lovin'
    Never felt so good
    Never felt this way about lovin'
    It feels so good

    How it takes my breath
    Starts a pounding in my chest
    Make me weak, when I think about you
    Makes me want to give my all
    Life wouldn't mean a thing
    Not a happy song to sing
    Just emptiness if I had to live without you
    When I look into your eyes
    Then I realize
    That all I need is you in my life
    All I need is you in my life


    Here I am, the diffused morning light starting to skim through this morning in Japan. I'm kept warm by a thick fuzzy blanket, while long tears run my eyes like raindrops on a window. Three other guys sleep quietly on mats next to me in this communal room of a seminary in Nagoya. It's past 4 in the morning and I start mouthing the words with Brian and I'm instantly transported to bright lights in dark room, an audience before me, singing at my wedding to my lover.

    I start crying more, this time desperately holding in the sobs and trying not to wake up the guys next to me. But I can't help it, this love, it's so different, it's so deep. I keep mouthing the words in a mix of anguish and the most heartfelt affection I could ever conjure from inside me, belting the lyrics into an imaginary microphone. I can imagine her eyes, streaming like mine, smiling with a sweet glee and the sheen of her beautiful complexion.

    All I need is her in my life. I keep listening and thinking that all I do need is my love, who is sitting in a swell cafe some six thousand miles away in Los Angeles, chatting with a friend over lunch.

    I never felt this way about love. Some people think they've got it figured out, like they've tasted what it means. I've never known it until this moment, thinking of how far we've come, how much we've gone through, and realizing that it all comes together at the intersection of a heart's two desires, affection and cherishing. The cherishing part is the one that so incredibly values and consumes while the affection is the sincerest communication of that love.

    And that burning in my chest makes me weak when I think about her. I know I'll be here, separated from her physically for the longest time that we've ever known each other, yet I am so happy that she supports me as I do God's work here in Japan. To me, that is such a an act of cherishing that it fuels me like none other, where I'm now up at 5AM with most of the cloudy light ready for its morning debut.

    The trip's only just begun, but our relationship, it hasn't just begun. It's gone through some throes, hit some waves, but thankfully the anchor's still there when we put it down and the rudder's still steering bravely guiding us more closely to Him, Christ at the helm. And there's so much more to go on this voyage, and for that part, I can't hardly wait.

    To my love, choisauce, jujube, Christine.

Tuesday, 28 April 2009

  • The Heart

    I'm wondering how much of our heart we can give away before there's nothing left.

    I know I've definitely given pieces of my heart to people.

    I don't think our heart is something that has a cap or a limit like a loaf of large hawaiian bread. While for most decent people that loaf is quite large, even after large pieces taken out, we start to see that it diminishes.

    In either event, I was sad today. Tired, sad.

    Hopeful in some ways of the future, but also regretful.

    We think that so many of our actions and our decisions won't have consequences in the future but they do.

    I keep thinking of John Mayer's Heart of Life.

    That's it. Good night.

Thursday, 26 March 2009

  • just my luck

    it's 1AM. I fell asleep at 10:30, then my girlfriend called me, got upset at me because I was incomprehensible and rude over the phone (she had every right, though i really can't remember that conversation), she left me a text message that left me distressed, and I couldn't fall back asleep, even after apologizing. Anyways, it's nor here nor there. I need a nightcap right now. A few ounces of top shelf single malt whiskey is in order. But sadly, I don't have any of that stuff at home.

    Now I'm just typing away on my computer while my folks are sleeping in the next room.

    I'm not hungry, which is a good thing, because I know I would act upon that hunger at some merciless fast food joint if I were.

    Anyways, I feel bad about being rude to Christine. She didn't deserve that. She doesn't deserve most of the things I do to her, but she's always good about forgiving me.

    The number one thing I've learned about being in a relationship like this (meaning serious, and yes headed in that direction), is that we must forgive. And with forgiveness comes the humility to ask for forgiveness, and try your best to "repent" in a sense, and not do that thing again. Problem is, we're all fairly stupid creatures and keep messing up, over and over again. That means that we just have to keep on forgiving and forgiving.

    Problem is, there seems to be a threshold on how much we can forgive. It seems that continual injustice just don't do very good for fostering trust and hope in the relationship. I need to do everything in my will to not commit the offenses I did in the past. But sooner or later, because I'm a completely imperfect being, I will commit some offense. So there's the rub. How do we continually build and mend a relationship, even with forgiveness?

    Well, I think we have to know what true forgiveness is, and we have to know where true forgiveness comes from.

    True forgiveness is the acceptance of someone else's offense to you, and then the forceful and intentioned choice to "not" remember that offense. It's wiping the slate clean. Of course because we've all got crappy chalk erasers, completely erasing previous offenses isn't the best thing we do, but we have to try our best to "not" remember. Notice I say "not remember" instead of forgetting. Forgetting implies a non-intentioned, and therefore almost accidental thing. When we forgive, we must choose "not to remember". In other words, we move on, and we accept and cherish that person just like before.

    Of course, this is completely idealistic and rarely occurs in the real world. That's because we still feel a sense of injustice against us when an offense is committed. Well, that's where the thought of the real SOURCE of forgiveness comes into play.

    I'll try my best to make this as clear as possible. If we humans have done a nearly infinite number offenses against God, a God who has set forth rules that outline things that offend him, then on the outset we have next to zero chance of ever making it out of this life alive (hence death - yes we all die). Well then, if we commit these offenses against a God, then the only solution to this problem is forgiveness. We need his forgiveness. Problem is, the things we do against him aren't just things he can forget or even "mis-remember" or choose "not" to remember. No, the severity of our offenses is quite strong, so they have to be dealt with.

    I'll digress here and say what you might be wondering: what's the offense anyway? Well there's this book that's got the set of words that this God's given us, commonly called the Bible, but in Latin that just means "books" so that doesn't really explain much. In this book, it describes itself (yes it does describe its own very nature) as God's word, or his message, or revelation or whatever you want to call it. There are numerous arguments as to why that very assertion is completely false. It seems implausible on the outset, that an invisible, immaterial God would translate his message into human form (language), and give us some sort of light as to what he's like. It's poppycock, as a Brit would say. Thing is, there are a ton of things in this book that are startlingly true, unlike many of the millions, if not trillions of words ever written by humankind. This book claims, in and of itself, that it was inspired, through human writers, to be God's very own word. Still preposterous you might say, well - I invite you to read it for yourself. I've read it all and I've come to the conclusion - it's not simply "inspired" by the human mind - something else is it in that permeates Truth (with the big T). Of course, many books claim this, like the book of Mormon, even that Dianetics book that L. Ron Hubbard wrote. The thing that differentiates the Bible from those books is that the Bible has historical basis. Archeologists, historians, other sources, lay claim to the truth of many of the assertions in the Bible.

    You're probably not fully convinced at this point, and I understand. It's not an easy thing to grasp all at once. Anyways, there is no other book quite like the Bible. It's thousands of years old, talks about events and occurrences in human history that have tons of other evidence, and more than anything, there is an overwhelming sense that it's really a miracle that's it's so coherent. Thing is, the truths in this book are overwhelmingly coherent despite thousands of years of separation between the dozens of writers. There are so called discrepancies but most of them are unfounded because they don't grasp the minutia that we look at today (it was 1103 people!, not 1100! people back then weren't keen on being as precise as we are, etc). Anyways, if you read this book, you'll see that there is just an incredible, uncanny STRING that ties it all together.

    ANYWAYS, back to my point: this book is true, and it says that people - humans, we've all done stuff to offend God. So we need forgiveness. But our offenses can't just be un-remembered. They've got to be paid for.

    Someone paid for them. In a sense, we're kind of "off" the hook now. We're not going to bear the full punishment. Well, that is, if we trust that this person who paid for those offenses...well...that it works. That it really does pay for the offenses, and that we're really...off the hook..that is...forgiven.

    So...if we are forgiven for immeasurable offense against God...well, what choice do we have then to forgive each other. What right do we have to hold a grudge against another person if we ourselves have been forgiven such an extreme and incomparable amount, especially when we did not have to "pay" for that forgiveness. None.

Monday, 23 March 2009

  • the cha

    just came back from cha cha lounge, an uber hipster spot in Silver Lake.  We'd just finished a split tasting at Silver Lake Wine just a few steps away and polished off three glasses of excellent wine (more like three tastes).  christine had a mighty hankering for a bloody mary because she saw a picture of it on her friend (melissa's) iPhone.  Kaner told us that they had good bloody mary's next door, where they even have pickled "haricots vert" as he called them.  They're really just pickled green beans.

    The bartender made the bloody mary really good, though Christine doused it with even more tabasco.  The thing was spicy as hell but it was delicious. 

    I'm giving Christine a 101 on how to use my SLR so that when she goes to FIG on wednesday, she'll be rocking my camera like a badass.  That's exactly the way I want it :)

    Being embroiled in the food scene has been nothing short of an amazing roller coaster ride, with mostly ups and ups, instead of any real downs.  The big issue now is that my weight has skyrocketed to higher than ever.  I think I'm actually around 190 now...which is horrible.  Horrible because I am really unhealthy.  I don't care how I look, my girlfriend loves me as I am, but I don't want to be too unhealthy.  I need to eat more healthy foods and eat in moderation, but when you're going at this pace, it's hard to do.

    I've been eating more homecooked meals and my mom is on a crusade to feed me healthy Korean food whenever she's home.  But going out to eat is totally counterbalancing any effect that the lean homemade food has.

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    On another note, I'm particularly annoyed that Korea didn't win the World Baseball Classic against Japan tonight.  Seriously, we HAD IT.  anyways, we'll have to wait another three years to defeat our hated archrivals. 

    Oh, I'll be going to Japan on a mission trip in a few months :)  Just so you know just because I root for Korea in the WBC doesn't mean I don't respect Japan.  I actually love the country and would like to spend a long period of time there, if possible.  the culture is fascinating and the food is astounding.  Also, japan is pretty much the source of the world's greatest cameras (except maybe leica), so it's a great place to be if you're into photography.  I intend to be a dedicated photographer on my next trip coming up in May, so maybe I'll post them on xanga.