Worth 1000 words.

The Mistic Ocean
It’s a beautiful the mistic ocean.
I‘m intoxicating because a unknown mystery.
The Ocean feel as my inside world and 
the surf break as drops of water.

The soul was very lonely so came to see a the Ocean’s kept a dreamed and
It wanted to be similiar to the Ocean.

The wide the Ocean is the native place of everything life very long time ago.
At the Ocean my mind is easy fall in love if exist person that well suit to me.

I felt the cold weather of life so I came to the Ocean.
Here I seek for that The dream of my soul.
Sometimes the Ocean was melancholy and furious.
It shows to we irdirectly that the various foms of the life

I want eagerly that
always as friend I’ll do with Ocean and 
permenently I’ll live to keep the dream of Ocean. 


-John Kim

Forgiveness.

I have recently been dealing alot with forgiveness and pondering what it means to really, truely forgive. Whether “forgive and forget” is the best way to deal with problems; what to say when someone says “I’m sorry” off the fly for something they do not really need to be sorry for. What does “I’m sorry” mean anyway? Why do we say it? This week I asked my friends on facebook to give me their thoughts and meditations on forgivness.

This is the feedback I got:

One person said: 
 I don’t know who this is quoted from. I found it the other day though, and I really like it. “Anyone can hold a grudge, but it takes a person with character to forgive. When you forgive, you release yourself from a painful burden. Forgiveness doesn’t mean what happened was okay, and it doesn’t mean that person should still be welcome in your life. It just means you have made peace with the pain, and are ready to let it go. “


Another posted a link to a YouTube video:
Forgiveness


Someone wrote:
“Wilma Derksen’s daughter was abducted and murdered in 1984, and Wilma has spent the last 27 years learning what it means to forgive. Above, I’ve posted a recent statement she made in regards to the new crime bill.”
Statement on Bill C-10 by Wilma Derksen

My views on forgiveness:
Forgiving means to not expect something back, to give up the debt that is owed you. Forgive and forget is inaccurate. You can forgive and still grieve, but once you forgive you no longer expect that person to repay you. God gave us forgiveness through His Son. Jesus payed our debt to God and his death continues to pay that debt.
Picture the person that cares about you the most, whoever it is. Picture them in your mind. Hear them say to you, “I will give my life for you, I will die so that you can continue to live”. Powerful right?
Forgiving doesn’t mean that your pushing away your pain. Pain is real, and you will never forget what happened.

You always remember your firsts.

You know when you listen to a song for the first time and you think to yourself “Hmmm, thats an interesting song”. Then you hear it again, it may be hours, days, weeks, months later but you always remember what you were doing when you heard it for the first time; or if you don’t remember what exactly you were doing at least you remember a general feeling, person or even place. We always remember our firsts.

A number of years ago I went to my cousin’s high school performance of Les Miserables; it was an amazing show and I cried because at the time I could not fully comprehend that it was his character that died and not him. Anyway. There was a smell, in the theatre, that I will always remember. It smelled old and musty mixed with the smell of a fog machine; I had never smelled a fog machine before and so I just assumed that this is what history smells like. Now whenever I am in the same space as a fog machine I feel depressed and all I can think about is the French revolution. Strange right?

When ever there are very emotional points in my life I tend to ‘pick’ a song and stick to it; listening to it over and over again. Applying it to that situation and the people involved. I have often done this for the various relationships in my life so sometimes one of those songs will come on the radio and either I will turn it up or turn it off. Depending on the outcome of the relationship I get good / bad feelings.

Now the inevitable. Your first kiss. Many peoples’ ideas of first kisses are romantic and perfect. Perfect guy, perfect scene, perfect music…everything; but I think that if people actually asked around for stories of first kisses the outcome would be very different. I always imagined my first kiss to be everything I described, needless to say…it wasn’t any of those things. Yes, I do often wish I had not kissed him; but I would be a totally different person and I have grown a lot because of the mistakes I made. The only reason he kissed me was because I had never been kissed; because I was willing to settle. Never Settle; especially on a ‘first’.

No matter what happens; whether you meet someone, smell something, or listen to something. You always, always remember your firsts.

Coffee.Coffee.Coffee

I was never really a coffee person before I came to university but already today I have had two cups. What happened to me?!?

My dad always drank coffee at home and for the longest time I wanted to be able to drink it too but I was one of the sad recipients of the “Drinking coffee too young will stunt your growth” myth. I always wanted to be tall so I was so afraid that if I drank coffee I would end up very, very short. Much to my joy, I am tall…almost too tall in my opinion. But back to my point, I NEVER had coffee. Then when my parents decided (or got too tired of me begging) I could finally have a taste of this heavenly drink that everyone seemed enamored with *drum roll* I didn’t like it. I was horrified, I just assumed that my taste buds were off and pretended to like it just so I could prove that I hadn’t waited for nothing. So I went through a “I will drink it anyway to prove I’m not a wimp” phase. Eventually though, I just couldn’t handle it anymore…I really didn’t like the stuff. So then I resorted to tea, I LOVE tea. I drink all kinds of tea, but my favorite teas are very much not caffeinated. I was okay with that for a while; back when I actually got sleep. But now being in university I need something to wake me up for my 8:30 class in the morning, especially after staying up till 2:30 the last night attempting to work on a paper. So I tried out the coffee thing again. It’s amazing, it wakes me up and keeps me going…for the most part. Even though the coffee in our cafeteria is not exactly the best out there (it’s actually pretty disgusting). I put up with it because it does wonderful things to my mental processes…it actually gives me some.

I ❤ Coffee.

grow up already.

Why is it that we grow up so fast. We are sneaking cookies from the cookie jar one moment and then sneaking around with our boyfriends the next; what happened to us?

When we are younger all we want is to be grown up. I remember walking around my elementary school and seeing the Jr. High students and thinking they had it all together and they were so grown up, then once I made it there I didn’t feel any different, I felt just as immature as I had in grade three. This still happens now; I always thought university students knew exactly what they wanted to do with their lives and how they were going to get there. I feel as though I fail, like I’m not doing something right, like I missed a step because I don’t feel like I have everything put together. I’m left in a lurch and I don’t like it. I don’t like feeling as though I am constantly lost and looking for my life. If only I would get a letter in the mail telling me what to do.

I’m so caught up in all this university living that I feel like I don’t have a chance to find out who I am amongst all my assignments and choirs. The internet doesn’t help much either, but I feel like I am drifting away from what I have been trying to be. I want to be a mature adult that makes mature adult decisions but I can’t seem to do that when I am spending so much time pretending to be mature.

Meow-lloween

I didnt really do anything for halloween this year. All i did was go to our school’s Fall Ball. My friend and i both dressed up as cats (so original right?). We had such a blast. Everybody came dressed up and we just danced the night away. No drinking, no drugs. Just pure clean fun (*wink*). 

But really, what happened to our childhood where we could just have fun and didnt have to worry about the world and the “bad” people in it. I wish that we could just be young again and carefree, not having to deal with the fact that you have a paper the next day or that your friend decides that her potential boy is worth more than your friendship. What happened to those days in kindergarten when you could just go up to someone, ask to be their friends and not care where they were from or who they hung out with. You just hung out with them and played whatever you felt like playing. We don’t hang out on the playground anymore, we live in a real world now…

Men. read shakespear.

Last night i stayed up late reading A Midsummer Night’s Dream with my friend that lives down the hall from me. While reading this glorious book i discovered how wonderful the world of Shakespear is. If you have never read it i think you should. It is filled with mythology, potions and love…oh sweet and glorious love.

We came to the conclusion that men need to read more Shakespeare to realize how to treat women. We are not being bitchy and saying that women need to be treated like princesses and expect all guys to be like Gilbert from Anne of Green Gables or Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. No. All we want is to be treated with respect and to be woo’d.

Guys, when you like a girl and there is no reason not to pursue her. then pursue her. The least you can do is get to know her, become friends. It is way more healthy for friends to start dating that total strangers.

We are not going to bite your heads off…we just want you to make the first move, really we do.

what happens when we get on a bus.

So today some friends and I went to the forks.

At breakfast we came to the conclusion that something needed to be done with our day so we decided that a picnic at the forks would be lovely. none of us were very hungry so we just bought some snack food and bused there. when we got there we found out that there was some sort of festival with a crazy amount of mascots there! we were thrilled!!! so we ate food, dance a little and got some pictures with the mascots then walked around some more.

this is most of us. some people were lame and didn’t want to be in the picture.

now i am back and i need to find something to eat before i go to choir…