January 2010
9 posts
Mulling over
Right now, I’m thinking about dropping film studies. Just to graduate on time. And not have to take summer school. The thought of having to spend my entire summer (and not to mention $$) here on campus, taking more classes after the semester ends, turns me away from holding onto this double major.
I’m carefully thinking about why I decided to major in film studies in the first...
Sometimes I wonder...
if I simply have too much shtuff? I feel like no matter how much I try to clean my desk/room of clutter, it’s constantly there. And no, I don’t think this is a cop out for cleaning my room…at least I hope not. Its strange how every year, I seem to become more and more burdened with this, as my media studies professor would call it, SHTUFF. I mean, not strange as in actually being...
“You don’t set out to build a wall. You don’t say I’m going to build the biggest,...”
– Will Smith
Back in Berkeley
Today was possibly the best first-day-of-school…ever. Surprisingly, I felt so awake and alert for both my media studies classes. Everything felt pretty new to me…walking around campus trying to figure my way out all over again-minus the awkwardness of being a freshman. I felt more confident and sure of myself than I had in a while. It was so good to see both familiar and new faces...
Solo Grocery Shopping
Grocery shopping alone is lonely but refreshing. I get to buy anything I want (within reason @Trader Joe’s) for myself. I would ask myself, in my head of course, ooh that looks good~ do you want it? Why yes, I think I would like that, thanks :) I took my sweet time going up and down the aisles several times, just to see if I wanted anything else for myself. It was nice to not fret over how...
A reassessment
The face that Moses had begged to see— was forbidden to see— was slapped bloody. (Ex 33:19-20) The thorns that God had sent to curse the earth’s rebellion now twisted around his own brow… “On your back with you!” One raises a mallet to sink in the spike. But the soldier’s heart must continue pumping as he readies the prisoner’s wrist. Someone must...
when I find myself in a small, dark closet...
Still crying, I began to thank Him.”I don’t understand but I thank You. I don’t understand, but I know You are good. I don’t understand, but I know You’re taking this because You have something better.”
That day was a turning point. I stopped trusting in my own carefully laid plans and asked God to show me His.
-Josh Harris, Boy Meets Girl
New Year
I feel obligated to post something since its a new year and all. But really, nothing hefty is necessary. All I feel is…. HOPE. Hope for new things to come. Hope for new friends and old ones that will be like new ones because I will see them in a new light. Hope for a new semester at school, not necessarily to get good grades or renew my study habits but of exciting things to happen. Hope to...