<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354</id><updated>2009-10-03T14:14:49.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ sweet tea</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-4944291901903779885</id><published>2009-07-31T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:25:55.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long distance</title><content type='html'>you get in a fight, and you're arguing with this person like you don't know them anymore.  But what you do know is that they aren't treating you in a friendly way.  You explain to them what you don't like about their behavior (stop treating me like how you act to your parents.)  You give examples, and they pick at it saying "well why didn't you bring this up at the time" or "so we didn't end up going that day, why does it matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm just explaining that I can't deal with it when you aren't upfront with me about your feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he needs to stop thinking I'm just another person to say "yes" to without even being conscious of what I'm saying. people who do that just want you to shut up and stop talking to them so they can focus on the TV.  even though what you're telling them is that they need to do something good for themseleves, which you are explaining to them in the first place because you ACTUALLY CARE about them and their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying all day today. i need to study........... 3  days til the dat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely sad right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-4944291901903779885?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/4944291901903779885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=4944291901903779885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/4944291901903779885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/4944291901903779885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-distance.html' title='long distance'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-2629486036874908126</id><published>2009-06-28T13:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:58:22.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>x</title><content type='html'>The social stressors associated with suicide are loneliness, rejection, and marital conflicts in developed countries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-2629486036874908126?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/2629486036874908126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=2629486036874908126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/2629486036874908126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/2629486036874908126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2009/06/x.html' title='x'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-9068490479699961236</id><published>2009-06-27T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:31:42.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>backlog of statuses</title><content type='html'>6-11&lt;br /&gt;please talk to me like a friend, not a preacher. that just made me say UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-15&lt;br /&gt;agh just took the midterm DAT and FAILED on the chemistry, i need to study sooo much &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-20&lt;br /&gt;my birthday was pretty good, i should start a new blog!! ^___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-23&lt;br /&gt;omg just saw up with flo (sweet BU friend) and it was good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ yeah so much for starting that blog]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;just bought a new CAMERA on ebay!!! woooo so excited, it's a canon sd1200, orange - flo showed me her old sd1000 and it's really awesome. i wanted to get a good, decent one so it cost $175 instead of ~100 for another  cheapier model like samsung/nikon/kodak.  plus, it's brand new - yesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, about starting that new blog.... hmmm... they say it's the way to promote your stuff on etsy. i've made time to make a couple of bears so far and a prototype loch ness monster that needs work but above all i need a camera to get things started.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm going crazy because i can't...&lt;br /&gt;i can't get past this thing in life that perpetuates my soul with MEANINGLESSNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no one here, ever, for the past 3 years, to be like: hey, remember that time when we did this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am on the path to go through life shooting at whatever star i tell people i'm aiming for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I REALLY WANT is companionship. give me meaningful days, give me a life that's happy from one day to the next. that means something, that's worth my living breath on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;because i don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i keep on saying that i can't take it anymore but each step takes me further to the edge. i can't take it anymore. why am i living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said this repeatedly since the early winter of 2006. i didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't get it, but... with maturity i find myself closer to the answer. and the answer is, if you don't like it, don't do it. i'm swearing to myself right now that i don't want to do anything, keep on doing anything-- that is so meaningless. i'm tired of this random random socialization, it serves purely as distration or lessons for life and it's hurting more than it is helping in the companionship department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... well, i just called leo.. and he says that people fade away. everyone fades, but what you earn for yourself stays with you. so..... i guess i feel better.   one step closer to cramming myself through the DAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-9068490479699961236?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/9068490479699961236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=9068490479699961236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/9068490479699961236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/9068490479699961236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2009/06/backlog-of-statuses.html' title='backlog of statuses'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-6113822668593466298</id><published>2009-06-01T10:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:07:32.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the depression that follows</title><content type='html'>a very summarized conversation with the smart sam clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey sam.... i wanted to ask you something psychology-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: ok, shoot! i love psychology stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hmmm.... well, you know i haven't been able to study all day. :(  [yesterday]  i have no motivation and it's killing me because i'm supposed to study for this DAT, but i just feel alone and bored and i can't make myself do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: yes, long-term studying like that is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; self-motivated and it's tough because unlike a regular class it's at your own pace and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, well :( the thing is, for me i feel like i have no one that i'm really close to around here... so it defeats my motivation because i like my life to be propelled by people. if there's someone i really care about around, i can do whatever i need to. otherwise everything seems so pointless. i had this same exact problem a year ago, especially sophomore year and i just could not study when i really needed to. i'd stay up all night and do nothing, it's so frustrating. that happened when i had a really bad relationship experience with jonathan, this jerk of a guy and it was very on/off and a bad experience. but yeah, the times when i would see him and then not see him would leave me in a depressed state of being able to do nothing.&lt;br /&gt; and right now as you know i've been talking to josh less.....  &gt;&lt;  because he's far away in long island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: ah, yes. i see what's going on here. you have set this primary, high goal for yourself that you want a strong companionship which you place above everything else. now when you fail at that goal, you feel like you let yourself down and all of your other smaller goals like achievements crumble into pointlessness and so you just lose the motivation to work again. a lot of people experience this kind of disappointment and such, even athletes who set goals for themselves to achieve-- when they don't perform how they wanted to, they just feel bad and retreat into losing motivation to do anything else.  And especially because you just met josh, so you feel like you finnnallyyy may have achieved this high goal, and now that you're talking less it's even more of a bummer that it's not working out for you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: gahhh, that's it exactly, all this pointlessness +___+ that's exactly how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: yeah, and there was very little sun last week, so your serotonin levels are not sufficient and you are probably being affected by seasonal-affective disorder and it's making you feel more depressed and not motivated. get some sun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: its fine! ive been outside. i sat in my windowsill today. [before the rain]   but... anyways... the thing is, i did really well last semester. I got 4 A's!!! and 1 B.... and i didn't have josh or leo then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: wow that's great!!! :D but you still have to get more sun. and, we have to figure out, what did you do that gave you the motivation to get your work done. was there a lot of stress last semester, or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, i was taking really easy classes. also, i had a regular ish social life with random people. like for the luau, the hawaii club met up a lot. [ah, also my 9.70 group meetings] and daniela's been here so i have someone to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: so it sounds like you were able to distract yourself from your failed goal of wanting companionship by filling your life with constant distractions. Also, this phenomenon gets amplified by stress. so probably right now you're feeling pretty stressed about your anatomy and other stuff, while there's hardly anyone around on hall and everybody's gone, etc. but when you could fill your life with distractions in the semester, you could avoid feeling alone and down and just keep doing random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, that makes a lot of sense! that's what's going on....  so what am i supposed to do right now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: well, so how about leo though? you said your life was better after you met him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah it's been great, he definitely keeps me sane. it's just that he's so far away so it doesn't really count for much, and also since he's not in school we can't relate to these kind of things. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: it sounds like from what you told me that you guys can connect on some level very well, but not in all areas. especially that he's a non-christian, there are definitely some things you're getting frustrated about and from this i would say that you can't connect really, really deeply. For me, i have in my life avoided getting close to anyone who is a semi-match but not a perfect match to my personality. because you are wasting your time! when you get close to someone who isn't a really good match, you lose part of yourself and also you might miss out on a better person that God had planned for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah but!! it's kept me sufficiently happy and i would not regret being with leo, because he makes life okay when it gets bad. plus, if we take the value of happiness on life on the day-to-day scale, shouldn't you be as happy as possible each day of your life? then it makes better sense for me to be with him.  Sure yeah, maybe things aren't gonna work out later because there are some big differences there. but it has been worth it making my life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: but you're still occupying your life with someone who is /not/ the perfect person God intended for you. What if you miss out on that person because you're stuck with leo?! what if you meet him very soon and you're already taken up?  but i can't say that being with him is bad or good, maybe leo will become a christian later or he will be the one, or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ugh, okay-- well whichever, this is still not helping my situation now. i'm supposed to be studying for the DAT!!! how do i do this?? :( i still feel no motivation, i still have no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: well, the way you do this is you just focus on your smaller goals: you want to do well on the DAT. focus on that. In the semester, besides socializing with random people you also had random fixations on things, and this further distracted you from your disappointment in yourself. So just try to really focus on what you want, and make that one of your fixations. Get more sun!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you have nooo control over meeting people. The reason you're so disappointed in your life is because you've been trying to take things into your own hands. All this time, you've been trying to make things work for yourself. What have you even trusted God with over these few years?  Name me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ... uhhh..... hmmm... nothing major that i can explicitly remember...... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: aagghghh1!!!! see! the point of being a christian is that you trust God with stuff!!! you have hope and faith that He has everything planned out for you, and you just know that right now obviously isn't the right time for you to find that perfect person, because you haven't met him yet. so you still need work! you can't just go find random people and try to make it work when you find that it doesn't and your own efforts just can't compare to God's. you're messing up His plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah... BUT!! what are even the chances of finding a crazy person that would fit me!?!? theres like no chances!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: WELL... the chances are close to zero when you're trying to take matters into your own hands. If i was talking to a non-christian person, i'd say that all they can do is focus on school and just try to hope in the random chance of the universe that they will find what they are looking for. But that's the difference with non-christians! They don't have hope, they don't have the security and trust that we do. Tiffy you're supposed to be trusting God with all of this!  That's all you can really do, and just be really, really happy every day with what God has done for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wow, sam.  yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;i guess as you know i was kind of taking a hiatus from absk and stuff this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: yes i noticed!! tell me why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (i tell him problems pertaining to absk and the atmosphere etc: pet phenomenon, invisible pressures, sterility and secrecy of everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: ahhh wow, i had no idea!! tiffy we should have been talking about this earlier. it's so interesting! and it's so asian. i completely understand everything you're saying, i wonder if there's a way to fix it....&lt;br /&gt;But! it's time to go to bed now, let's definitely continue this conversation tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © God 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and i really have a lot in common. he used to wear black pants with decorations like studs and safety pins on them!!! who knew?! i said sam, i didn't know you used to be cool!!  he thought that was funny. XD  he also has sisters 19, 16, and ~9 which is the mirror of my family except i also have a tiny sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who knew that he's a really strong christian. we had a talk a while back on relationships and finding the perfect person and he's 100% convinced that God has someone lined up for everyone. very encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam is sooo funny when he tells his stories and he's so knowledgeable about psychology and relationships in particular. he is incredibly good at identifying people's problems and defining them. But when it comes to solving them, he says... This is the part where you have to trust in God!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-6113822668593466298?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/6113822668593466298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=6113822668593466298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/6113822668593466298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/6113822668593466298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2009/06/depression-that-follows.html' title='the depression that follows'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-4184196369934392001</id><published>2009-05-24T13:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:35:58.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a real blog post</title><content type='html'>something really amazing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those infrequent occasions on which I would talk to God, and wish... ask... hope that He had someone in mind for me.  a friend, I've always needed my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school i sucked it up and waited it out, not having a best friend. it bored me and made me sad but my family was there, it was all right. i hoped my highest and naive hopes that when i came to college i would find that perfect person! and hopefully at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come 1, 2, 3 years of being in boston.... every one of ~680 people i met both here and at home (facebook friends), not one of them was my best friend. where were they?? &gt;&lt; through terrible desperate and lonely times i bumbled through life, sometimes seeking God and sometimes trying to figure things out for myself. Dramatic things happened, people and i were messed up - confused - angry - sad - hoping - excited - glad - relieved, every dramatic emotion there is. but nobody really really cared for me hour-by-hour, here so that i could live for them, so we could hang out. all the time. no one despite my desperation. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so anyhow... that's all the miserable part of my life years. and who's to say that it's not still all downhill from here, from my miracle childhood of constant happiness.... [sad nostalgia] but things-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have now changed. at MIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought, i knew.... from the time i looked at the guide book to the 11 dorms, that i'd find the one i really liked. Senior Haus!  I really liked it. i wanted to live there. Parents knew better, parents said NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was forbidden to be with people who potentially shared the same interests and personality style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i skipped around a few places and i thought i knew that i was doing the best i could.&lt;br /&gt;finally i had strong feelings that i finally needed to be where i really wanted to be. so i moved out of the place from prisonary solitude and into the fiery pit of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... most of an academic year went by, and i hardly talked to anyone in this place. suitemates were nice, thankfully.  then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday after my one 24.08 philosophy final: &lt;br /&gt;i wandered around into the courtyard, where Paula C. with purple hair, a girl who's always nice to me, was hanging out. Chances are she or Dorota was tire-swinging. A cool thing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the cement willing to socialize for a change, to pass the time now that I was partially free, to try to meet just a few more people.  I should have known so many more by now &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula was there, and a boy with pinkish purple-faded hair. which seems to be often in his eyes. she introduces me to him... josh. and goes swinging. Alison comes by, paula's best friend/roommate, and they sit and talk. i just hang out.  At some point we all get on the bench over by the wall to spy on Hockfield's backyard and some caterers are there for a dinner party. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, paula and alison wander off and another guy is in the courtyard, swinging and josh is talking to him.  This is awkward, my friend is gone... but I want to talk to josh some more..... well, after mulling around a little aimlessly i go back inside to the lobby. Hmm, that black guy wearing a purple shirt against proposition 8 is here. he has rainbow suspenders and he was cracking his genuine whip out in the courtyard. now that he's on the computer i wander over and talk to him about his shirt.  He says some random things.. then he walks away to go back outside.  Uhhh... hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left sitting on the couch as (stephen?) walks out, and josh wanders in.... i can tell from the past half an hour that he's a really nice and considerate person. he wouldn't leave anyone out, and he knows a bit what you're feeling. did he come in looking for me? this is awkward, im just sitting there. does he care?&lt;br /&gt;"Hey -- hanging out?"&lt;br /&gt;"uhh, I was talking to stephen but he just walked out... lol"&lt;br /&gt;"oh. =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ended up talking. he likes to build things, while i'm a lazy bio major not really interested in knowing how things work but more about the ease of the course through memorization rather than genius smarts. this kid seems pretty smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we say bye, and I add him as a friend on facebook.  ...... his name is "josh muffinator." a gmail search shows one of the few emails he sent to the house was interlaced with "muffins." huh?  I ask him on facebook, and apparently he just really likes muffins, nothing else connotated by the word. =)&lt;br /&gt;I say, if he really insists on liking them so much I will have to bake some for him! i admire people that have passion for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a day later I grab muffin mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day later i tell daniela we have to bake them.  I will give some to him and some to the hall before they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... seems I got too much mix and not enough cups or tins.  I email out to the dorm and ask for them... of course josh has tons! So i go to get them from him (there's like 10 muffin trays in the drawer) and he offers to help.. "If you want to help me. =)" yay! now we get to bake together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start baking in 2nd ware and make the chocolate ones first. Then daniela comes in to help but accidents happen and then she leaves. so.. then we experiment with baking and add to the plain muffin mix (no canned cruddy blueberries) sprinkles, marshmallows, stale honeycomb cereal, cinnamon, and oregano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. then we're pretty tired because we both like to sleep early so forfeit the chocolate chip/cornbread mixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting on the oven we talk... a lot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't drink&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't smoke&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't do drugs (he tried a couple but is done)&lt;br /&gt;he almost would have been a virgin but for a regreful event and now is a celibate person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the chances of all of these things being true in Senior is small, but in the view of little faith common sense would say that there's probably a strong correlation between all those values- if you have some, you have the others. :) including being a morning person! which I really am at this point in life. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're done baking, cleaning up... I give him most of the leftovers which people haven't yet snatched up to pass out to people he knows.&lt;br /&gt;it's sad to say bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a while later i realize, i didn't save one for someone who gave me baking cups!! &gt;&lt; so i frantically go down the hall to find him.  can't find him... paula calls him with a ring and he comes back, with... an empty tray... =/ but, he already gave one to the girl i owed. :) so we're set.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to leave them, i follow paula and josh to wherever they may be destined. Don't know exactly what happened, but we ended up at Towers in dimitri's room and we watched as he worked his amazing 1948 ham radio which had many knobs on it and could catch frequencies from all over the world. =) so so cool. &lt;br /&gt;And we watched his light display which lit up to the notes of the songs. =) relaxing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched some of Mister Lonely... a very interesting movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hours later we went up to the rooftop to sit on a ledge beyond the railing and to look out on the city. me and josh talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the sky started to light up.... so we went inside. it was chilly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this early in the morning, we found that we had so much in common, and we could get along, and so many other things you just can't describe.  &lt;3 this boy was everything i wanted in a best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... a bit of silence and awkward pause after we ran out of conversation in a random hallway, and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so.... i think i would like to be really good friends with you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what he said to me felt like a proposal from the person of my dreams.  he did like me!! my heart jumped. i was so happy... "i really like hanging out with you too, i mean... as you know, in the 3 years of being here at MIT there just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; people like you here..." it was hard to keep myself from crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went upstairs to hang out some more until it was about 5 am. we had to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i slept for 4 hours, and woke up from habitual earlyness... went to the anime convention and picked a cat for him. gigi from kiki's delivery service, $37. but so cute. he liked it X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, he was finally awake =) we hung out for like 4 more hours as he showed me his electronics projects... then i went bowling with absk significantly tired. but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back at midnight and was happy that josh was still awake. i went upstairs to help him pack til about 3, then we had to go to sleep again.... (hate saying goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting up 6 hours later we set back to work packing up his stuff. his parents came by at 1, after we'd wandered around outside... and packed everything.. put it in the basement. come 5 pm it was time for him to leave and i'd acquired a few bags of his stuff, so he can stay with me in july when he comes back so he doesn't have to pay rent!  hurray for having a best friend roommate, i do hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on saturday we took a ride around on his bike (Star [simpson]'s bike), and it was amazing. i loved it, it was amazing. ly fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have been entrusted with gonga, a crazy huggable gorilla who has 3 holes in him, unfortunately. check my facebook pic. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was about 23 hours of hanging out in a span of less than 2 days. I had so much fun, i really like this person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm really happy. probably the happiest i have ever been at MIT. though i've adjusted to living alone and with occasional social contact, and staying sane with leo, i found the one i really wanted.  what can i say to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well.... it's complicated that josh has to be a boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we've established that he has a longtime-gf, as in best friend since 7th grade and they are pretty much made for each other and share the same brain. Nobody can compete against that, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad i have a friend /here/ at mit and not in some other place away from me!!!! T____T we have so much in common it's great to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leo has some qualities that josh doesn't, such as his ridiculously silly sense of humor or interest in other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But josh is motivated and interested in things, and he DOES stuff. lots of cool stuff. i love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like paula and josh because they take imagination and curiosity seriously. =) that says a billion words about them and me liking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... now he's gone, back to NY... for many weeks... and i'm here alone to study up on bones and organs ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy..... next year is going to be amazing!!!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, josh has very beautiful eyes.  when they aren't behind his hair.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-4184196369934392001?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/4184196369934392001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=4184196369934392001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/4184196369934392001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/4184196369934392001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-blog-post.html' title='a real blog post'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-7333708314292927321</id><published>2009-05-09T13:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:09:55.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love these lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything's an act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you're pleasing everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And he assumes that role&lt;br /&gt;To such renown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He played a perfect part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Straight from his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Knowing the risk he takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And hoping that the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is not brought down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The role of a lifetime is living a fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The trauma that you struggle to erase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thoughts battle words over deeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A war with such casualties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All played out behind a smiling face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God, I need your guidance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tell me what it means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To live a life where nothing's as it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Spending days in silent fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And spending nights in lonely prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoping that one day when you wake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those feelings won't be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So confused because I feel complete with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we're alone it all somehow makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look into his eyes for some compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember the word "FORGET"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And try to bury something so intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You learn to play the same girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your lines become routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never really saying what you mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I know the scene will change--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;White picket fences, and a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A trophy bride, and children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God, I know that's what he wants!   &gt;&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But [Jason] what role do I play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I a savior or a phase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I here to damn you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or to help you navigate this maze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where confusion is a crime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So you fill your life with sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if you dance like hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You hope you'll never touch the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What happens when the music stops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the silence will he stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day you'll realize that &lt;u&gt;these feelings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aren't going away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So we drive ourselves insane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Spinning circles in our souls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As we dance around and &amp;nbsp; p l a y &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; p r e t e n d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And once again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Reprise our roles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-7333708314292927321?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/7333708314292927321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=7333708314292927321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/7333708314292927321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/7333708314292927321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-these-lyrics.html' title='i love these lyrics'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-6769155224125561352</id><published>2009-05-05T21:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:50:53.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"see me"  -- what if ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mother, I need to talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Honey! I was just gonna call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Theres something that you need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Gone a week, I miss you already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm just gonna spit it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How is school going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You probably guessed it years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Still, it's kind of hard to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're so excited about your applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's something that I spent so long not saying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I told your dad, he's cheering for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sometimes it's on the tip of my tongue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but only spoken.. aloud... alone... while I'm praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you'll get in everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All I ask is an open mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um, perhaps now isn't the best time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it's such a lonely bridge to cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm taking a friend to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've searched for answers on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And find that I'm completely lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mom-- please, don't say anything else. just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can't even get the words out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it's like they're all jumbled together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mom, I love you, and--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Berkeley took their waiting list!&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you apply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom, please listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where did Washington go? People will be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom this important, mom you need to listen&lt;br /&gt;please don't shut me out here, mom you need to see me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, I'm so busy here-- let me call you later, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God, this is so hard to say...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid you'll turn away&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, I need a break, whatever it is will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hang up now-- I really need to hang up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't hang up, this took such courage!&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying here, I'm all alone...&lt;br /&gt;Just let me tell you... Mom--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, I can't solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mother you know nothing of them!&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not expecting you to find solutions&lt;br /&gt;Just to be my mom and my friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I assure you that I am in no state of mind to discuss anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been waiting to tell you this... since I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't want to hear me&lt;br /&gt;Can't bear to think that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, you tend to dramatize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so do you, mother&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, I have to go now&lt;br /&gt;I really need to go right now&lt;br /&gt;I'll call you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When mom, when are you going to call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon. This week, this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can work this out together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe before then you'll get it worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is always on my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have so much on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please don't hang up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bKS_bXgUDo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-6769155224125561352?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/6769155224125561352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=6769155224125561352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/6769155224125561352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/6769155224125561352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2009/05/see-me-what-if.html' title='&quot;see me&quot;  -- what if ?'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-5428217975245478218</id><published>2009-05-04T20:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:55:17.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wanting to die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i hate reaching this point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it comes around when all i want is an escape from the demands of reality and this permanent loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the ONLY WAY to reach SOMEONE is THROUGH A COMPUTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i hate this whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i really want to go to another country where everyone is poor but no one is tormented by the horror of having to live alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i can't stand it and theres nothing i can do about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;except cry and try to wait until something happy comes along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i can only live vicariously through bare on youtube so many times, this is a limited exercise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and when i hate myself which is always that underlines the justification for my reasoning, and the conclusion i reach of the ultimate escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;living if only to keep on watching the scenes over and over addicted to wisps of a promise that i knew was dead as soon as it started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but there is a birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;curse and swear, thats all you have left, thats what they did in the play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and hate society for leaving you alone like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    peter...... forgave God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-5428217975245478218?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/5428217975245478218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=5428217975245478218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/5428217975245478218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/5428217975245478218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanting-to-die.html' title='wanting to die'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-3628584858989333265</id><published>2009-05-03T18:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:16:20.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw bare again last night</title><content type='html'>and this time i didn't cry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw that, it really was just a sad story. and i picked up a few things that i missed the first time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really awesome production with a good message that gay people shouldn't be discriminated against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time around, i saw something different.... &lt;br /&gt;but i guess that's gone and done with now?&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful to God for providing me with an ear and some coping mechanisms...........&lt;div 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night'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-9105790816515734045</id><published>2009-05-02T00:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:48:10.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>awaken into loneliness</title><content type='html'>i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried and cried and i sobbed and then after it was over, i cried so much i couldnt stop. until now. or still crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it must have been a good play, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so confused. what am i SUPPOSED to feel?&lt;br /&gt;did anyone else cry? probably not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time they were together it broke my heart. it was just.. hmm... very sweet. how else to put it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even put this into words. random phrases of my emotions:&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING IS SO ALONE&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO DIE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;       but not by the swine flu, i prefer immediately&lt;br /&gt;WHY&lt;br /&gt;I DONT GET IT    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;  so whats the point.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES THIS MEAN&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING             &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;           broken&lt;br /&gt;OVER                                &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;           &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;                  forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bare was a good play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-9105790816515734045?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/9105790816515734045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=9105790816515734045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/9105790816515734045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/9105790816515734045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2009/05/awaken-into-loneliness.html' title='awaken into loneliness'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-5860985493875412506</id><published>2009-02-08T16:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:48:19.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>suck. retreat.</title><content type='html'>this weekend was a total waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to completely drain my $70 and my saturday, and sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the messages sucked, i couldn't get what i wanted/needed/expected. i was very disappointed by becky jdsn's rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going back to bbc for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could hate myself for throwing away my time but there was no way i would not have gone, i had SO MUCH on the retreat. don't put your faith in the church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-5860985493875412506?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/5860985493875412506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=5860985493875412506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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stars and praises to GOOD GRADES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my happiness and fulfillment of needs is on a lower par&lt;br /&gt;than the achievement of GOOD GRADES regardless of how i do it or what it takes to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can earn GOOD GRADES without learning the material. i still don't really know what chemistry is. formulaically answering problems. i have no real world skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom, i'm not happy here and life is miserable and i'm not reallyACTually learning anytihng.&lt;br /&gt;it's okay honey, just get GOOD GRADES and i will be so proud of you and it will make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you do things that express how you feel and your emotions come out less than basic satisfaction, i will be thoroughly disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not waste your time gaming, partying, socializing, do not have ample fun. find theBALANCE. get those good grades. awww, you got a B ... well shucks, what can you do better next time? how can you do better? that just isn't good enough, i am so disappointed, hun. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mom, i was trying my best while still trying to keep myself alive and with the minimum level of happiness required to still be alive. [why do grades even have to matter so much]&lt;br /&gt;well tiff, just do whatever you need to do to do better. go talk to the teacher! can't you study with someone else? oh, that person is smart? study with them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stfu. leave me alone. dame it, i hate you. hate this. stop it. i hate learning. go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-5928840346865615976?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/5928840346865615976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=5928840346865615976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/5928840346865615976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/5928840346865615976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/11/engine-motivation.html' title='the engine, motivation'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-6689996813081109052</id><published>2008-08-04T22:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:40:16.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>repeating times</title><content type='html'>completely alone.... in the middle of a crowded room,  among that "family of God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go to small group today because i couldnt stop crying... in lab. yeah i just fall apart there, it happens when i go through the day working working and then realize that by the time i finish and go home.... i have to go to sleep, and get up to work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's theoretically possible for many people, except that i have no one to go home to ever for an entire week, nobody knows i'm there or what i'm doing and for that my life is VOID of purpose or necessity and i mays well not be alive. especially when the one person i love the most talks to me less and less every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why do i text so much? because the person who is my family, who cares about me every single day, is reachable through my phone. when they don't talk to me i am totally alone. even my boyfriend i only talk to sporadically, he only responds to my texts sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is unbelievably hard to live by yourself. in your single room, in your own world 95% of the week. you know what that means? from the point you cease to exist, there is about a one hundred hour delay until the time when someone in the world will notice you missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all summer, i haven't had time to read or draw, things i really want to do. if i'm not working, i am fulfilling some kind of commitment to another person that i don't know that well... basically, hanging out.  ive never been a big fan of hanging out, because it seems so artificial. yeah, let's spend time because socializing is a good thing. thumbs up. then we move on and go back to our lives. i still don't know you totally well and we may not know each other in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was one person..... who would love all those faults of mine that i struggle through to identify and fix.... i would not, from freshman year to this day, continually find myself in tears about being so alone. having such a meaningless life. i hate myself, a lot.  i can't count anymore the times i wish i could just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i don't really want to die, maybe i just wish i could stop everything and take time to be with God. but even with that i get really stubborn and bitter about and fight myself about whether God is even real, until i just end up sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't spark that relationship thing because i have too much sins. i am deceitful, unworthy, insecure, and also perhaps obsessive. and 'busy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can get through two more years improving from this worthlessness of my life.... that will be my only real measure of success at mit. that, and my relationship with God.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh.... which comes first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-6689996813081109052?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/6689996813081109052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=6689996813081109052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/6689996813081109052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/6689996813081109052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/08/repeating-times.html' title='repeating times'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-1509258567332513775</id><published>2008-07-24T10:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:02:39.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>working working working</title><content type='html'>why is summer busier than schooltime T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been 'gone' every weekend in july.... gone most weekends in the summer. but those weekends have been fun. :) awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekdays...... this week, working 12-13 hours. ugh. &gt;&lt; dame urop... i am definitely not going back in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why do i even do this? because i made 2 commitments this summer: internship, #1. "finishing urop work" = #2. now that started out as 'a couple weeks in the summer, max a month' and turned into many months and more than a hundred slides to image. oh, in the end i will count them up.... i will.... because i am a bitter person.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stealing my summer away when i could be getting to know people better. &gt;/  NOT going back to lab. (my advisor is leaving though, that's also why things are finishing up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't even make time for God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-1509258567332513775?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/1509258567332513775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=1509258567332513775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/1509258567332513775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/1509258567332513775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/07/working-working-working.html' title='working working working'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-336901725904255607</id><published>2008-05-02T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:02:10.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so what</title><content type='html'>i am so full of criticism right now. for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my old age of sophmority i have remorse for people around me that are supposed to matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go to sleep last night, but i have no blaming factors. it was all me. working on a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not eaten much other than bagels, cookies, cereal, = sugar + carbohydrates for the past couple of months. i hardly ever drink water that i need to get by. i think my body is sad.&lt;br /&gt;i think not having access to nutritious food is a source of depression for somebody. i am so sick of eating this. i dont want sugar anymore, or bread. i do eat good things some friday nights and sunday afternoons, plus the occasional treat of free food at some event. saucy asian food. well i'm sick of that too because that's the only other alternative, ever. that i choose. i am a picky eater. but i seemed to be ok until this semester. i wish that if i didn't eat my stomach wouldn't hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still tight on schedule, until.... tonight. i have class now. i may be late. i have to finish my 7.02 publication. then i have to clean out next basement when classes are done. and go to steer roast? hawaii club dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body feels tired. my mind is sort of awake, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't stop since last night. hula practice, bcss event... this short post -is- my break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-336901725904255607?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/336901725904255607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=336901725904255607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/336901725904255607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/336901725904255607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-what.html' title='so what'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-4967368110224728284</id><published>2008-05-01T18:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:56:41.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how you treat people</title><content type='html'>matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you love her? or, is she just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are friends?&lt;br /&gt;a relationship with mutual benefits, WITH A CATCH:&lt;br /&gt;nothing is guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you love someone.&lt;br /&gt;what's love?&lt;br /&gt;unconditional.... forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you need to show someone if you love them!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-4967368110224728284?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/4967368110224728284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=4967368110224728284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/4967368110224728284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/4967368110224728284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-you-treat-people.html' title='how you treat people'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-1802081730635781765</id><published>2008-04-13T16:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:48:04.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhhh</title><content type='html'>i have an ethical dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it involves tsk tsk shouldn't do that&lt;br /&gt;and what am i supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, why is it that no one talks????  i'm just being cynical but i don't get this total independence thing. if i had a real sister my age, i'd talk to her about what's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe were just like step sisters or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-1802081730635781765?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/1802081730635781765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=1802081730635781765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/1802081730635781765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/1802081730635781765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/04/uhhhh.html' title='uhhhh'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-5578895236105792270</id><published>2008-04-10T23:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:28:13.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ill shoot you</title><content type='html'>my&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;coming&lt;br /&gt;apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grade in 1/2 of 7.02 (the writing section) = 24/48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you're gonna say, why? i don't know why! my papers are the same as everyone else's!!! &gt;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-5578895236105792270?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/5578895236105792270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=5578895236105792270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/5578895236105792270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/5578895236105792270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/04/ill-shoot-you.html' title='ill shoot you'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-3034647417249990381</id><published>2008-04-04T03:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T03:47:00.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sinnerx100 = me</title><content type='html'>i am so distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was ms. ridiculous, but i'm officially more distracted now. so much, so easily forgetful, forgettable, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hours of sleep each this week, just because i like to put emphasis:&lt;br /&gt;3 8 4 6 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i made the days my way, that would be 8-9 across the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drowned,&lt;br /&gt;dug myself in a hole and burrowed away from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, that i accidentally skipped a class yesterday when i needed to go, and i find that i've done things that i completely do not remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's my mental processes at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just made a new desktop for myself hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna see? &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/fantasia1940/mrtohcross.jpg"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's awesome, cuz it's got mr. awesome all over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so absorbed. so.. much.... you don't even want to know.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah that cross thing in the middle? idk i just stuck that there, don't know why cuz im feeling loopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does God want from me?&lt;br /&gt;surely not the way i'm living. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do I care about?  I really, really care about soaking up every bit of ephermeral joy i've got a source of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the real story? ask meeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and help me save me from myself!!!!!!!! X_____x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ms. baptized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-3034647417249990381?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/3034647417249990381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=3034647417249990381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/3034647417249990381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/3034647417249990381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/04/sinnerx100-me.html' title='sinnerx100 = me'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-8673091880821334975</id><published>2008-03-20T15:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:50:10.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what now?</title><content type='html'>i am ready to get a gun and shoot myself. i just got my german test back... i got a B-. i probably got a B on the first test, and i remember i had a C on the last one. so what do i do now? my friend is going to be here tonight. i have hula practice from 8-11 that i can not miss. i was planning to start doing work for urop lab right now-3:30, until 7 tonight so that i may get at least a bare minimum done that my advisor asked. especially since i haven't had a chance to do much for her yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have another german test tomorrow. and this time, i haven't even started looking at the chapter yet. i usually put off most- like half- of the studying until right before the test, but this time i've done nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i went right into 7.02 just about ready to fail. the test wasn't too bad, but i didn't do super great on it. i only started studying around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a 7.02 lab results writeup due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll be looking at my testimony much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend from NJ is getting in around 8ish tonight, yes, when i have hula practice that i can't miss. i still have to clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do? i could complete the bulk of whatever studying i'll attempt to do for german- at this moment, for the next many hours, until practice comes,&lt;br /&gt;or i could stick with my original plan and start doing urop work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't go to lab, i'll have to come in this weekend, while my friend is here (she came to hang out with me). and that will take many, many hours- it could take an entire day. while the anime convention is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't study for german now, i probably won't... ever. and score a 30% with luck on the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting baptized sunday night, and easter service is going to be ~6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could go to sleep because i keep falling asleep in my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to have lab work done by the time i leave, by the time sunday comes around, so i can print out all of the slide pictures to analyze while i'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for when i go home, my cousin will be there 80% of the time, to hang out with me&lt;br /&gt;and i have not yet caught up in any 7.05 material since the last test, for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;that is a few days' worth of reading and cheat sheet making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;besides failing at my commitments to everyone, i've already done that, and i still am. so many missed hula practices, missed meetings, but i still have failed tests and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even stay your friend because i fail to see you often at all.&lt;br /&gt;like, i haven't been to church/bible study that much in the past months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is this life now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-8673091880821334975?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/8673091880821334975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=8673091880821334975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/8673091880821334975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/8673091880821334975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-now.html' title='what now?'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-3403495884750453471</id><published>2008-03-19T22:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:48:31.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIE!!!!</title><content type='html'>so here it is, the film that broke my back... we had THREE days to make it. filming, editing, make the music, finish the script..... get it all together... we started editing at 2 in the morning, didn't sleep, didn't go to class, and barely got it done by the time it was due, at 7pm. poor farre, we put everything into this. but she's an awesome director, cameraman, music composer and editor!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every scene makes me laugh, though i would laugh more if it made you laugh as well. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a link to the video...... although i despise the lags experienced from watching it online &gt;&lt;  &lt;a href="http://www.ourstage.com/video/channel/3-short-films/EAJYIBZVGPJR-city-of-cranes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ourstage.com/video/channel/3-short-films/EAJYIBZVGPJR-city-of-cranes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title? it was going to have a random shot of a construction crane in it, but we didn't have time -____- we didn't think of a better title, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;just know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it wasn't intended to be silent&lt;br /&gt;- it was not intended to be depressing&lt;br /&gt;- it was supposed to turn to color at the end&lt;br /&gt;(the script was changed at the last minute... although it was never finalized, haha)&lt;br /&gt;- it was never finished because we ran out of time ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times can you spot kerigan? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope.... you enjoy it =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-3403495884750453471?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/3403495884750453471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=3403495884750453471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/3403495884750453471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/3403495884750453471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/03/movie.html' title='MOVIE!!!!'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-8354844057506787392</id><published>2008-03-15T01:35:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:24:40.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what does it mean, this faith thing</title><content type='html'>because sometimes i know it, and sometimes i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(super-testimony, i hope you can try to bear with me on the length and read through it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just watched the prince of egypt at bible study, it was AMAZING!!! anyone who hasn't seen it has to. amazing graphics... great music... a moving story. my favorite part was the song in the middle by tzepporah's father, about how the value of your life is measured from the view of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. being christian. i always forget what that means, and therefore i have problems. i forget because i am forgetful, and that is something that i know for my lifetime won't get any better, just worse. so how should i overcome that?&lt;br /&gt;write out what i feel IS to love and know God... while I know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, this is how i tend to start off each day, blank, and let's walk through how i interpret faith.&lt;br /&gt;with a forgetful mind, here is a bland textbook answer i can read to try to suck meaning out of-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random passage i opened bible to example:&lt;br /&gt;romans 1: 29-31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; They have become filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed and depravity. They are full of envy, murder, strife, deceit and malice. They are gossips, slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful; they invent ways of doing evil; they disobey their parents; they are senseless, faithless, heartless, ruthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so don't do any of that. Humble yourself, watch what you do, don't think mean thoughts about people. Don't, don't, dont this and that. got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to say about God, but i think that understanding God's message truly involves.. something like a bottleneck. you can see His words from every side, there are so many things to be said and heard. but what about the words? They are commands, examples, values to adopt and copy in your own life. great. Just what we need, more advice on how to live life to be happier. and, these are 'truths.' that means- if i ask you, what's really true in this world of deceit and lies where things are so precarious? and my programmed answer to you is going to be ---because I am a "christian," (whatever that means)--- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's words&lt;/span&gt;. okay.. are you sure? Yes, and I will die for it if I have to. &lt;-- this is the response handed to me by the booklist of 'shoulds' and 'shouldn'ts'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but.. if i was really about to die, could i hold fast to that answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; back to the bottleneck: how close can you actually get to the bottle... how well can you know the contents, closely analyzing every side, without being IN the bottle? well, how many things can I tell you about Christian life that you can reiterate back to me, if you wanted to be a "Christian person"? I could tell you everything. I could give you many commands, many reasons WHY you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; obey God. but... that only goes so far!! right? If you feel very bad about your life right now, I highly doubt that some purely philosophical or righteous guidance will get past your barrier of defense which has been put up to guard against all the other things life has thrown at you. even maybe guaranteed motivators, wonderous promises of what will come later... maybe that would spark you to OBEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more examples of "what I should do", taken from a few sporadic journal entries from my devotionals this semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;set my heart on things above: hope for, and want what's in heaven. strive to earn it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have faith that God will provide- don't get worried or doubtful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trust in Christ = be freed of yourself, don't worry about material things, or ephemeral shininess of earthly life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go out and produce fruit - work to let other people see God's love through your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aim for: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.  Thank you, galatians 2:22.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus died for you, so you should live for Him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;james 5: 7-12, be patient and enduring until the Lord's coming. so this Christian thing, don't stop. you'll be judged for your life, for all this, so do as God says every time it is 'today.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;memorize God's word, be familiar with the Bible. also, follow it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah blah blah this is great advice, but what&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;does it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can read all that, and think- great, I've read that so many times before. so......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what is the most important thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;to love God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[if you truly love God, you've found the bottleneck- and can peer into the true meanings of God's words, with a real passion for obeying Him and sharing His love.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(like dave JDSN asked: do you want God, or do you want something from God?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then, God- i love you. now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, that's not right. do you understand the meaning of "love"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I do, I hear it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you might not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consider this.&lt;br /&gt;who do you love most? what do you treasure? what things shall rule your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(unanswered questions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bible, I think most of it is composed of 3 things: facts/numbers, commands, and stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stories.... are the most important part. why stories? not only to give examples of how to live for God and to teach us what is really right and wrong, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to prove that God is THERE, and that He loves us. this is a real history, nothing to doubt about it. all of this happened.&lt;br /&gt;moses really saved his people out of egypt, and God did all that for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;do you know what it's like to truly, emotionally be in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that-- that is what God wants you to feel for Him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, real love. but how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the subject of what God did for moses and the israelites, think about what God has done for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what has God done for me?  this is that testimony thing::::: to share how my life has been changed by Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; my life been changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in summary, i thought i was a great christian since high school. i'd looked at every word in the bible from cover to cover (many of them, twice?) and got a little meaning out of it some nights. otherwise, i asked God for what i needed, and things were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came to MIT. it was hard. really, really hard. i hated the first year.. that was total misery, worse than i've ever endured before. and, at one point, (in fact, it is the first bible study that i took notes on!) dave JDSN challenged us: he said there are 3 kinds of people you find in church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- they try to be christian, they struggle in prayer and take sanctification seriously.&lt;br /&gt;2- they live like christians, trying to be like one but they aren't actually. they go to church and pray with babbling asking for blessings, but God is not really in their heart. they are powerless.&lt;br /&gt;3- seekers interested in knowing Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, #2... that was me. and as soon as he said it, i knew it. i knew it deep inside of me, and knew even long later when i briefly thought about this kind of thing that #2, the worst kind of christian, was me. because all i ever asked God for was what i needed... that was only when i needed it, or sometimes i still needed it but didn't make the effort to ask. i didn't even understand what he really meant by #1, that baffled me. i thought that spending an HOUR a day in prayer was totally outrageous and didn't understand how people could ever come up with that much stuff to ramble to God about, trying too hard to be holy. no, i didn't really think God had that much power in my life. sure, He's real i guess? and stuff, but not really worth much effort.. on my priority list, church + God ranked ~ 4th place. although, i really made an effort to make myself always be at church, always at bible study. i wanted people to recognize that i was dedicated to this group, like wow- she goes to church every single time. and usually, the messages made me happy about my life, they gave me hope things might get better. but I didn't get any better, to God. i just constantly convinced myself that I was a good Christian, I was saved... I was a #1, I had to be. well, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to be. even in the afterthoughts this year i've realized how pointless it was for me to keep on going to church last year, except to build relationships with absk members as a social thing and have great bible study notes for all the times i went that i can now look back on. (which i can now comprehend so much more!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ continuing the story, copied and pasted from testimony draft: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freshman year, I really hated being at MIT. My life was straight downhill from a low start, and I often found myself alone in my single room... which really turned into a jail cell that I hated more than school itself as I often cried about my pointless existence on this earth, so far away from my family. I didn't really make any friends first semester, which was a big mistake; I was so used to people coming to me to be my friend since I used to be so shy. Now I just faced work all the time. WORK, and I had no one who really cared about me. My life couldn't get any worse, and I barely made an effort to ask God to make things better. I didn't really think He could do anything for me, He was just God, that omniscient being. So I went home that summer, and completely forgot about what it means to really be Christian again in a family that I realized was pretty non-religious. Summer wasn't bad, but then sophomore term came around, and I hit the lowest point of my life... many of my morals were torn down as I got caught up in a myriad of highly self-destructive sins, things that I convinced myself were okay because I was so desperate for acceptance and friendship. I didn't know how else to go about grasping for meaning in difficult directions. I couldn't escape the cycles I got myself into, though many times I was "worn down"... yes, worn DOWN to begging God to bring me out of this misery. I ultimately felt very far from God, as I had always been aware of... because He is just soooo good, why should a terrible sinner like me even bother to talk to Him. but there-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bother&lt;/span&gt;. I therefore acted like I was too good for God, like He couldn't solve any of my problems anyway and yes, it took all of that suffering to bring me down to really begging for help. but... getting out of this mess? that would be so unlikely anyway! because there weren't any signs of hope for me in any direction, just the far, far off joy of getting to go home eventually. and that's what i struggled to live for. last semester was a really hard time for me, and many times i was ready to give up on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last bible study of last October, Dave JDSN addressed the stabbing incident that had taken place in my own dorm here at MIT. He talked about marriage, relationships, and all the sin that was caught up in today's society, contrasted with God's will. I realized that what I was living was really, really wrong, and that I just had to face myself.... somehow. I'd been so excited to go to fellowship that day since it would be my first time ice skating (which I've really, really wanted to do since coming here), but I couldn't go anymore. I had to go home and think about what to do possibly do about my messed up life. Maybe pray about it? Maybe, but that never really did much for me. But then, Helen invited me to go out with her to talk about it, one-on-one. I was a little afraid and reluctant, but... what else did I have left? Not a lot. So we went out, and I shared with her everything that had been going on in my life... admitted to all the self- destruction that had erupted out of sheer desperation.... which of course, had never solved my problems, not even temporarily-- it just tended to make things worse. basically, I was so lost. I also told Helen about a dream I had recently that felt really realistic. It's short: it was during a time of war in boston, at night. I was in a house, and my family was there- everyone was afraid. i just remember this one moment, in slow motion I looked out the window at a lake and saw this life-shattering ball of light expanding... we were all about to die. i looked back at my family, and tried to tell them that I loved them. and then I tried to pray. I asked God to forgive me everything I've done in life, and to take me to heaven. I really thought I was going to die, in my mind. I frantically begged Him, but at the same time I didn't really mean what I was saying- it was just thing I had to do in the process of going to heaven, ask for blanket forgiveness and get rewarded in the end. but when death came, everything just turned black. I kept on asking.... and everything was still black around me. completely empty. I waited, and waited... and nothing happened. I thought I was SO sure that God was supposed to take me to heaven, but... i just experienced darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen said God was really trying to get my attention. She shared with me some of her testimony, and explained to me that we all have this God-shaped void in our hearts... and that nothing I tried to fit in there would ever fulfill me. She challenged me to just talk to God about my problems, and seek Christ for fulfillment in anything that I needed. I got home very late that night, and I could have just gone to sleep as I might have usually... but I decided to try talking to God.&lt;br /&gt;It was so, so hard to get myself to do, but I did it... (since Helen reminded me that no sinner is beyond God's reach, and we all need our Creator.) .....through many hours of intense, honest, humbled prayer I poured out everything that was in me to Him. and God, in return, graced me with a miraculous awakening to His presence. God WAS really real, He WAS all-powerful, He was totally watching over my life the whole time, no matter how much I'd ignored Him........ He DID want to get to know me personally. (!) that was a huge realization for me, something very new. a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personal relationship&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and with that, I finally learned what it means to love God.  I realized that everything I'd been reaching for blindly in my darkness was nothing but me trying to make food out of dirt.  The earthly things that I clinged to so tightly, things that did nothing for me... I could at last let go.  Jesus was able to take away the burden of all my sin, and I was finally free. Helen was absolutely right, as doubtful as I was that anything would ever get better. After all of my going-through-the-motions, I had finally really experienced God's love beyond [getting whatever earthly things I asked for].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I was convicted to be baptised so that that I may dedicate my life to His will, and not my own. Yes, God is real and loves me, how foolish to be confused about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's happened to me since then?  Of course, that's all that really matters- how Christ has changed my life. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since that time, I still faced battles with my old nature for the next couple of months. Satan wouldn't let my life be all good after that. At times I really struggled to be with God again, as my old self just automatically took over and things got hard. but on other days I was simply overjoyed to know Jesus, no matter what the circumstances were. In the hard parts, I think I just wore out poor Helen who tried to tough things out with me, because for the longest time I just could not get past my sins. I think sometimes I was sososo stubborn that people were probably tempted to give up on me. But they didn't, and I really pursued trying to have good faith in Christ, through prayer and petition to help me break out of my cycles of sin-- to work on getting to know God personally. and slowly but surely, God did His miracles in me. I've since been freed of many destructive things that once had a stronghold on my life, as Christ has with His miracles fulfilled my needs, my emptiness, my desperation to feel loved. It's like I'm suddenly able to let go of terrible things, because I can be satisfied with Christ.  I never, ever would have believed that half a year ago.  Though I have to be honest, it's really been a rollercoaster, my relationship with Jesus, unfortunately. Because yes, I forget His love so easily.  But I'm not letting go of my conviction for what it means to LOVE God in return.  To really try to talk daily to Christ, and to also&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; struggle to fully deny myself before God- to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; and realize that there is so much that I &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; know, (you don't know what you don't know!) and to be humbled in complete honesty before Him.  to know that you are not worth anything in the end, that you -need- forgiveness that you just do not deserve, and to recognize self-righteousness when it creeps up on you.. as if i have a right to ever feel proud, or special, or important. it is sooo hard to fight that, but also sooo necessary.  we must also recognize that we have bad sins that we are not aware of!  we all prefer to ignore it, because it is easy and more comfortable that way. yeah, just keep thinking that you're a little better than your neighbor since you do X and Y which they don't do.  what a terrible way to think! just like the Pharisees demonstrated for us =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, worst of all, I am still, more than anything else... forgetful. which continually works to uproot my faith, because it makes all of the above very hard for me to make use of and live by, without re-reading or re-experiencing. =( so much, that i can hardly do what I want. thus, I am still so needy.  And it's sad-- i forget about what sins i used to recognize in myself. I forget why I believe that Jesus loves me, I forget why devotional is supposed to be so important.  my life gets really-incredibly busy, and I forget what God has already done for me.  in a flash, it's all gone, so fast. I can't hardly succeed at any of this the way I wish I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the bottom line is: we're all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sinners&lt;/span&gt;.  let that be one thing you don't forget. THAT's why we need God's forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only way to get to really know God, to love God... is to pray.  Pray, and know the bible, because one without the other won't get you nearly as far as to where you need to be.  but as long as you have a relationship with God, that is what matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that when you show up at the gates of Heaven, Jesus won't say- sorry, I don't know you?&lt;br /&gt;like this great prose says: (read it slowly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;On Judgment Day, it will be you and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's you and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of an old hymn,&lt;br /&gt;"What will you do with Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;Neutral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; you cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;For someday your heart will be asking, 'What will He do with me?'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hope that He will welcome you with the more joy than you've felt in a lifetime, and you can finally be with God, in peace. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[sorry this is slightly unfinished, but ill fix it later, thanks for reading/skimming :P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-8354844057506787392?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/8354844057506787392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=8354844057506787392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/8354844057506787392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/8354844057506787392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-does-it-mean-this-faith-thing.html' title='what does it mean, this faith thing'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-3202834514973499949</id><published>2008-03-02T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:33:09.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>done?</title><content type='html'>with work? for once! ok, so not really- i'm lying. much more to do--but i've done enough this weekend.  it's 8:30 at night.. on sunday.... it took me -that- long to finish my work this weekend, that's sad!!! ='( i was going to try so hard to get everything done on SATurday to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; free day, but no T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. what do i do now?? it's so weird to be done, (which is sad)... that its kinda depressing. that i dont have anything really great to do, but also that there are so many things i could do (that i can't usually) that.. i can't choose. :(  err... and i really need to start working on my testimony v___v always more to do...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had really good food at church, for the ordination of byungho han jdsn ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-3202834514973499949?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/3202834514973499949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=3202834514973499949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/3202834514973499949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/3202834514973499949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/03/done.html' title='done?'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-2329785805221666191</id><published>2008-02-27T00:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:24:44.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional disturbance</title><content type='html'>i'm so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm studying: motivated, listening to my playlist on random.&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of songs- songs from all different times in my life, from the britney spears/savage garden of elementary school to linkin park of middle school, and then the hip hop/r+b time period in 8th grade that includes some good songs. stuff thats nothing like nowday's hip hop song lists which just consist of hard core rapping and one or 2 catchy beats, but songs from j-lo and ja rule, ashanti/aaliyah from that time were different, and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when i hear this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=90ImPt0Ie9w"&gt;link: 3LW - never get enough&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[it wont let me embed the video -____-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me think of one person (who i haven't thought of much in the past couple of weeks) and being with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good song, but... it really hits a rough part of my life. being with a guy. i don't need guys! but this song tells me that i do.  :( people are controlled by their emotions........ right? they are a pretty strong influence, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys are no good though, i know that.....  i do...&lt;br /&gt;don't need a guy...................&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absence of a "need" --&gt;  minor, temporary form of 'suffering'? can you call it pain if you feel like it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;am i just grumbling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-2329785805221666191?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/2329785805221666191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=2329785805221666191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/2329785805221666191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/2329785805221666191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/02/emotional-disturbance.html' title='emotional disturbance'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793315569278955354.post-4649291904585601944</id><published>2008-02-22T01:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:45:14.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>curse real thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.... agh... anguish.. pain.. flashback...... intense... no....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;why does my brain do this to me?! what am i going through???? why is it that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i play a song from this movie...... any one.... all of them incite this powerful feeling in me. such a happy memory, of a summertime, being with someone i really love. somebody who makes me so happy, the one person......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;didn't i get over this? :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so much that i don't like listening to any songs that remind me of him, i don't. but then what happens? i stumble across a random thing in my life, and WHAM-- i get hit with this big dose of happiness memory. i don't get reminded of happy times of school, or not really ever with friends. always this kid. never ex boyfriends-not really ever, (not good memories at least) but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;he gave me this movie for my birthday. i should have it here with me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;why why why so powerful&lt;br /&gt;why does it always come back?&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i got married,  i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't break away from that intense emotional pain.. INTENSE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;what do i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm so sad&lt;br /&gt;so sad......................&lt;br /&gt;what if i wanted to cry over this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, dreadful question: what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just tell God... ask him why does it always hurt so much...&lt;br /&gt;why is there no one else like this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories::&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;night time, air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;so cold, so warm!&lt;br /&gt;i wish, i love&lt;br /&gt;i stay awake&lt;br /&gt;reach out, and&lt;br /&gt;am eternally happy&lt;br /&gt;for limited moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can give you one word for all of these pungent artifacts i experience:&lt;br /&gt;saturated.&lt;br /&gt;need more?&lt;br /&gt;ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know what ecstasy is, you know you want it- like a drug. nothing but it, nothing but to savor, savor the MAXimum. nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i...&lt;br /&gt;love..&lt;br /&gt;my...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how depressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4793315569278955354-4649291904585601944?l=pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/4649291904585601944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4793315569278955354&amp;postID=4649291904585601944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/4649291904585601944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4793315569278955354/posts/default/4649291904585601944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastoralsymphony.blogspot.com/2008/02/curse-real-thursdays.html' title='curse real thursdays'/><author><name>Axi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12115800525427555273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>