Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.
- Sean, Good Will Hunting
Remember and be comforted. Share your comfort with others.
Would you please continue the petty bickering? I find it most intruiging.
- Data, Star Trek: TNG
I find that human beings have an interesting cleverness in the method of argument. What I mean by interesting (my favourite word), is that the argument form of conversation can cause a vast array of emotions within me: humour, anger, bitterness, etc.
Just this past week, CCF was busy preparing for coffeehouse. The actual program was pretty good… yet as always, there were a few surprises – both good and bad.
As usual, I found myself involved in the technical side of the planning. I think I seek comfort in micromanaging things like music and sound equipment. Being responsible for the accumulation of gear is always a tedious task. Of course, this collection process always leads to a few scuffles here and there. Whether it’s minor disputes with your buddies or full-out ICQ fights with the opposing party… I have definitely had my share of interesting arguments.
Coming to the last week of prep before a major event such as coffeehouse, it is always safe to assume that the degree for irritability rises by a couple of notches. Personally, I was still developing a strategy in finding all things needed for the night of coffeehouse. It was truly a gift from God when a campus ministry called The Embassy offered a helping hand by providing all necessary sound equipment and a sound guy. Yet in spite of this new development, I found myself defending my own position and attacking others. I was questioning their motives, their actions, their successes, and their failures.
Even in the final minutes before the actual program, I had such a sense of weariness that dominated my spirit. It was demonstrated through two different extremes. Sometimes I demand that other people ask my approval for things. Other times, I couldn’t care less what people thought about my ideas.
In evaluating myself, I see that I can demonstrate great variance in my attitude towards a disputable situation. I am NEVER always logical, actually, I think I’m prone to a prideful disposition where I think my reasoning is better than the other person. If I don’t live up to my own standards in mindset and in attitude, why do I demand that my peers live up to the rules that I impose on them?
Suffice it to say, despite all the late nights, the bad tempers, the last minute planning… coffeehouse was pretty good. Even after intermission when the local bar blasted a live rock band (nasty feedback… multiple times), many people were seen praying immediately. Although many CCFers felt obliged to confront the bar, I think the true spirit of CCF was seen in the ones that prayed that night.
Looking at the bigger picture, I still can’t truly figure out my outlook in argumentative conversation. Should I develop a position of passive resistance, or must I strive towards actively supporting my own views. Should this even be a concern? It is times like these when I see just how petty we humans are. Jesus must have found it quite amusing seeing how we bicker about unimportant things.
I look back at the last week, and I smile. Surely in spite of all my arguments, I’m beginning to develop a better understanding towards the human spirit.
Tune in tomorrow for directions on how to microwave Krispy Kremes.
I swear to God I'm sick! I can't go to school.
- Billy, Billy Madison
I haven't updated this whole week because Coffeehouse took up the majority of my free time. Combine that with developing flu symptoms, my energy level has gone from negligible to nonexistent. I hate being sick in the summer… especially when the weather is so hot and humid.
I ended up missing church today… I had the strength to wake up to my first alarm, but hitting the snooze button was a terrible mistake. Next time that I woke up was upwards towards 12:30. I guess coming back from Toronto at 2:30 am wasn’t helping my cold. In any case, I believe God will give me the strength to persevere for the rest of the week.
On a side note, good luck to Andrew and his job in Microsoft. I pray that God will continue to use you in Seattle as He has done here in Waterloo. Take care.
Tune in tomorrow for continued explorations into the depths of my tissue box.
No intensity, no victory.
Christina Pagniacci, Any Given Sunday
Another weekend has passed and I find that I’m becoming more inactive in living the life. The official term for this prevailing disposition is sloth.
I’m getting used to the idea of school once again. Used to the involvement in CCF. Used to skipping the morning classes. Used to being a sluggish, snail-like waste of human capability. Of course, that’s only every other day.
I find that of the seven deadly sins, sloth is probably my greatest demon. It has conquered me time and time again. It took me by the throat and shoved laziness into my heart.
I regret that I am now slowly learning to beat this inner rival. I think with proper intensity, I can someday aim towards a life not filled with idleness.
When I talk about intensity, I want to be filled with the right kind of intensity. Jesus had such an intensity in his life, yet it was filled with intentionality, with purpose and direction. It is passion with purpose. Again, I must point out that there should be a proper attitude in our intensity. We can have intensity in many things, however, that is not “passion with purpose”, it’s only busyness.
”Discipleship demands singleness of purpose, which will be demonstrated by a sense of extreme urgency for advancing God’s kingdom.”
If we desire to be true disciples of the Lord, we should possess a passionate desire to serve Him.
Being motivated to meet the needs of others through sacrificing yourself and/or your resources. Wanting to entrust others with gifts that have been a blessing unto you. Constantly looking for ways to invest in others. To comfort others by identifying with them in their needs.
Intensity should be found in our fellowships, our attitudes, our way of life.
Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.
- Romans 12:11
Tune in tomorrow for more exciting episodes of Trading Spaces.
Dad, I have as much respect for you as I ever did or ever will.
- Bart Simpson, The Simpsons
Today being Father's Day, I think it is rather appropriate to share about my own dad.
Although my dad is not very direct with his emotions towards his kids, I can still remember his indirect way of showing his love for his two boys. I remember him being a model by which I would judge all other men. I witnessed his love for my mom deepen throughout the years. I stood in awe of his steadfast character as our family went through financial difficulties.
He took me to a hidden parking lot and taught me how to ride a bicycle.
He helped me with my homework as I struggled to keep awake at my desk.
He instilled in me such notions as faith, courage, and love.
I'm beginning to recognize that I have to thank him for my life. For the possibility of obtaining university education. For the habit of thinking things through first. For the development of my personal convictions.
He is my mentor, my friend, my dad.
Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.
- Bill Watterson, artist of CALVIN and HOBBES
I believe friday is officially part of the weekend... so here's another "completely pointless" post.
Tune in tomorrow to find out the secret ingredient in Egg Tofu.
She's not my special lady friend, man.... I'm just helping her conceive.
- The Dude, The Big Lebowski
I know I'm just adding more fuel to the fire. But the topic of friendships, relationships... intimacy is an integral part of our world. If you haven't gone over to boundless.org yet, check out the following article that's generating tons of discussion: Who's On First.
Another interesting form of social commentary is always found in the lyrics of songs. In looking at my mp3 folder, I can safely say that 95% of popular music is about love: loss of love, finding new love, cheating of love, etc.
The following song is worth mentioning: it's a chinese song by David Tao. I like David Tao because he brings a nice R/B style to the asian music scene. He's also a christian and his honesty and sincerity is reflected through his music (he does most of the writing). The lyrics of the song, contribute to an ironic twist in the title. I think the words help generate more awareness about relational issues.
on a side note, I hope the translation is right... please tell me if it's wrong, thx.
Regular Friends
by David Tao
I'm waiting, I'm constantly waiting to be the one you can rely all your love on
I don't have any doubts, this is love
I guess you have always wanted to make things clear to me
I feel like I'm such a failure. I feel from the heavens
I'm willing to change... what can I do?
And start everything all over again... just give me a chance
I can't just be your regular friend. My love for you is so deep, how can I let go?
But you said that you only wanted to be my friend. A regular friend
I'm just a friend to you, not a lover
I'm grateful that you're being so honest to me, but I can't take back my love for you
So I can't just be your friend.
Tune in tomorrow for more laughs and giggles with the good old gang.
Initiative comes to thems that wait.
Alex, A Clockwork Orange
Every time I pray to God, I beg Him to answer my requests. Please Lord, tell me Yes and I will walk that way. Or tell me No, so that I may take another path.
But please don’t tell me to wait...
Wait
author unknown
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait".
"Wait? You say, wait! " my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
And Lord, You promised that if we believe
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting.... for what?"
He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want
But, you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save.... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.
You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!
So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "WAIT."
Oh, no, you see, I'm not a sailor, I'm a frog.
- Kermit the Frog, The Muppet Movie
Another lazy weekend passes you by. Add a touch of nostalgia, some good wholesomeness, and be thankful for today.
The Rainbow Connection
(Jim Henson/Kermit)
Why are there so many songs about rainbows,
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it,
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Who said that every wish would be heard and answered,
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it,
And look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.
All of us under its spell,
We know that it's probably magic ............
Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it,
It's something that I'm s'posed to be .......
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me .........
Tune in tomorrow for more fun with popples.
How forceful you are, Brad. Such a perfect specimen of manhood. So... dominant.
- Frank, The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Last night at men’s cell group, we spoke about the primary force that influences us guys in everything: yes, I’m talking about our manhood. We’re studying a book entitled When Men Think Private Thoughts by Gordon MacDonald. I’ve read this book during my work term in the winter, and I agreed with the ideas that were put forth by the author. It instilled within me the idea to share about my own private thoughts and how I’m struggling as a guy. Suffice it to say, my blog stemmed from my initial readings of the book. I now freely share my thoughts, my burdens, and my understanding about various ideas.
Well, during our time of fellowship, we spoke about the three misconceptions of the male gender:
Manhood is defined by work: a real man is a hunter/provider.
Manhood is defined in terms of the ability to attract women: a real man is a stud.
Manhood shows how well a man deals with his enemies and/or competitors: a real man is a fighter.
I confess that I can relate to all three of these social views about men. I find that I need to do well in my work, else I’ll be labeled as a failure in the eyes of the world. I have to dress a certain way, act a certain way… be cool, suave, sophisticated in order to seem attractive to women. I instinctively compete against other men because I fear that they possess power over me: through use of better clothes, cars, more money, even more “godly characteristics”. Imagine competing to be more humble… yet I find myself falling in that trap many times in my life.
In our discussion, we came to realize that these so-called manly attributes lead to a dead end. Perhaps they are inherently part of our genetic make-up, yet our goal should not be to strive to be a provider for our families, or to deal fiercely with adversity. Yes, it is good as a man to provide for your loved ones, and it is good to fight the good fight when evil comes your way. However, when we strive to be this “perfect” image of a man, we are doomed to fail. We have made this image of man to be our god. Perhaps we even desire to be a godly man… yet truly we’re basically aiming to possess the characteristics that mark a godly man. Or maybe we want the status of being labeled a man of god.
I found that I have always valued the image of man. I once equated importance with material significance. Even to this day, it’s a temptation that can overcome me all to easily. Yet, through the Bible and various books, in my discussions with my family and friends, I began to develop a desire to be a man of God.
This too became a trap for me. I was too focused on possessing the qualities that will distinct me from the men of the world. My reasoning was that I can further God’s kingdom if I first possess these attributes: humility, gumption, dedication, purity, etc.
My focus was wrong. My reasoning was incorrect. I desired the image of a godly man yet I wasn’t motivated towards the substance of manhood: to develop a deep/loving relationship with our Lord.
If I had focused on God FIRST, these manhood definition problems will fall away. It is He who affirms me in my masculinity. It is He who first provided for me, who first fought for me, who first loved me.
It sounds like such a simple answer: to love God first. Yet, truly all things will fall into place afterwards. The desirable characteristics that I have been chasing begin with Him. It is only natural that in developing a loving relationship with our Lord, these attributes will genuinely appear in our hearts.
We are the image of God, let us base our substance on Him.
Tune in tomorrow when the DC scrubs take over the library.
I've thought of an ending for my book - "And he lived happily ever after... to the end of his days."
- Bilbo Baggins, The Lord Of The Rings
Some days you feel like utter garbage. Other days, you wish you could live over and over again. Although today is not one of those days, at least I can say that I am content. A nice sit-back-and-let-the-world-pass-you-by type of day.
I just wanna be pure, I just wanna be pure.
- Jim Carroll, The Basketball Diaries
I just finished reading Passion and Purity by Elisabeth Elliot. It's truly a wonderful book. It talks about chastity, singleness and marriage. It's a book about "bringing one's love life under the authority of Jesus Christ." I have grown to love her style of writing and I must admit that I'm becoming quite a fan. If you would like to model your love life after a righteous example, this book will set the standard for you.
Since midterms are taking up most of my time, I will post another story. Hopefully it will shed some light into the relationship puzzle.
Table for Two
by Kirsten Burgess
He sits by himself at a table for two. The uniformed waiter returns to his side and asks, "Would you like to go ahead and order, sir?" The man has, after all, been waiting since seven o'clock--almost half an hour.
"No, thank you," the man smiles. "I'll wait for her a while longer.
How about some more coffee?"
"Certainly, sir."
The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers his napkin, allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in a sport coat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but one stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of his cologne adds to his clean cut image. He is dressed up enough to make a companion feel important, respected, loved. Yet he is not so formal as to make one uncomfortable. It seems that he has taken every precaution to make others feel at ease with him. Still, he sits alone.
The waiter returns to fill the man's coffee cup. "Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?"
"No, thank you."
The waiter remains standing at the table. Something tugs at his curiosity. "I don't mean to pry, but..." His voice trails off. This line of conversation could jeopardize his tip.
"Go ahead," the man encourages. His is strong, yet sensitive, inviting conversation.
"Why do you bother waiting for her?" the waiter finally blurts out. This man has been at the restaurant other evenings, always patiently alone.
Says the man quietly, "Because she needs me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Well, sir, no offense, but assuming that she needs you, she sure isn't acting much like it. She's stood you up three times just this week."
The man winces, and looks down at the table. "Yes, I know."
"Then why do you still come here and wait?"
"Cassie said that she would be here."
"She's said that before," the waiter protests. "I wouldn't put up with it. Why do you?"
Now the man looks up, smiles at the waiter, and says simply, "Because I love her."
The waiter walks away, wondering how one could love a girl who stands him up three times a week. The man must be crazy, he decides. Across the room, he turns to look at the man again. The man slowly pours cream into his coffee. He twirls his spoon between his fingers a few times before stirring sweetener into his cup. After staring for a moment into the liquid, the man brings the cup to his mouth and sips, silently watching those around him.
He doesn't look crazy, the waiter admits. Maybe the girl has qualities that I don't know about. Or maybe the man's love is stronger than most. The waiter shakes himself out of his musings to take an order from a party of five.
The man watches the waiter, wonders if he's ever been stood up. The man has, many times. But he still can't get used to it. Each time, it hurts. He's looked forward to this evening all day. He has many things, exciting things, to tell Cassie. But, more importantly, he wants to hear Cassie's voice. He wants her to tell him all about her day, her triumphs, her defeats....anything, really. He has tried so many times to show Cassie how much he loves her. He'd just like to know that she cares for him, too. He sips sporadically at the coffee, and loses himself in thought, knowing that Cassie is late, but still hoping that she will arrive.
The clock says nine-thirty when the waiter returns to the man's table. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
The still empty chair stabs at the man. "No, I think that will be all for tonight. May I have the check please?"
"Yes, sir."
When the waiter leaves, the man picks up the check. He pulls out his wallet and signs. He has enough money to have given Cassie a feast. But he takes out only enough to pay for his five cups of coffee and the tip. Why do you do this, Cassie, his mind cries as he gets up from the table.
"Good-bye," the waiter says, as the man walks towards the door.
"Good night. Thank you for your service."
"You're welcome, sir," says the waiter softly, for he sees the hurt in the man's eyes that his smile doesn't hide. The man passes a laughing young couple on his way out, and his eyes glisten as he thinks of the good time he and Cassie could have had. He stops at the front and makes reservations for tomorrow. Maybe Cassie will be able to make it, he thinks.
"Seven o'clock tomorrow for party of two?" the hostess confirms.
"That"s right," the man replies.
"Do you think she'll come"" asks the hostess. She doesn't mean to be rude, but she has watched the man many times alone at his table for two.
"Someday, yes. And I will be waiting for her." The man buttons his overcoat and walks out of the restaurant, alone. His shoulders are hunched, but through the windows the hostess can only guess whether they are hunched against the wind or against the man's hurt.
As the man turns toward home, Cassie turns into bed. She is tired after an evening out with friends. As she reaches toward her night stand to set the alarm, she sees the note that she scribbled to herself last night. "7:00," it says. "Spend some time in prayer." Darn, she thinks. She forgot again. She feels a twinge of guilt, but quickly pushes it aside. She needed that time with her friends. And now she needs her sleep. She can pray tomorrow night. Jesus will forgive her. And she's sure he doesn't mind.
I pray that we can focus on our Lord with all the attention that he deserves. Although I'm still very much confused about many things, I will gladly trust Him to carry me through.
give up self,
take up the cross,
follow.
Tune in tomorrow when dreams become reality.
Why is it when a relationship doesn't work, we say its because he can't commit? Don't I bear some of the blame here?
-Sharon, Beautiful Girls
My oh my oh my. It looks like the neverending theme in the blog world is always relationships. But that's what life is all about anyways... our relationship with God, and our relationship with each other. I find this whole topic very interesting... often humourous... many times frustrating... but in the end I can only classify it as being a gift from God. In spite of all adversity, worries, concerns, etc. we are meant to be a relational species. Our relationships with one another will bring us joy yet make us cry. It will strengthen our characters while it can demoralize our very being. What a wonderful puzzle is relationships.
In light of all the talks surrounding the role of men and women, the sins of each gender, the emotions, the thoughts, the biblical teachings... I think I'll probably end up repeating everything that has already been said. Yet being the self-professed movie buff, I propose that we look at one movie: When Harry Met Sally.
When Harry Met Sally stars Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan. The film was directed in 1989 by Rob Reiner (A Few Good Men, Stand By Me, The American President). It has an interesting plot: Harry and Sally have known each other for years, and are very good friends, but they fear sex would ruin their friendship. Although this story takes relationships to a level that most of us will not explore, it does offer interesting insigh. For example, does intimacy ruin a friendship?
I have yet to finalize any conclusions... but I do have many strong opinions about what I would want in any relationship. A intimate relationship with God is desirable, yet why do we occupy most of our relational time with thoughts about guys/girls? Another lifelong puzzle that I will have to work through. In any case, I feel rather dimwitted today so I will post a few quotes from the movie. Any discussion about the conception/misconceptions of the quotes will be most appreciated. The things said in the following quotes may be a little vulgar, however, I think it is an interesting interpretation of current social views towards relationships. Enjoy.
Harry Burns: There are two kinds of women - high maintenance and low maintenance.
Sally Albright: Which one am I?
Harry Burns: You're the worst kind. You're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance.
Marie: All I'm saying is that somewhere out there is the man you are supposed to marry. And if you don't get him first, somebody else will, and you'll have to spend the rest of your life knowing that somebody else is married to your husband.
Sally Albright: You can't express every feeling you have every moment that you have them.
Harry Burns: Right now everything is great, everyone is happy, everyone is in love and that is wonderful! But you gotta know that sooner or later you're gonna be screaming at each other about who's gonna get this dish. This eight dollar dish will cost you a thousand dollars in phone calls to the legal firm of That's Mine, This Is Yours.
Marie: Harry!
Harry Burns: Please, Jess, Marie. Do me a favor, for your own good, put your name in your books right now before they get mixed up and you won't know whose is whose. 'Cause someday, believe it or not, you'll go 15 rounds over who's gonna get this coffee table. This stupid, wagon wheel, Roy Rogers, garage sale COFFEE TABLE!
Jess: I thought you liked it!?
Harry Burns: I was being nice!
Sally Albright: You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you!
Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: You only think you do.
Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.
Sally Albright: They do not!
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: How do you know?
Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally Albright: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
Harry Burns: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
Sally Albright: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
Harry Burns: I guess not.
Sally Albright: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York
Harry Burns: Would you like to have dinner? ...Just friends.
Sally Albright: I thought you didn't believe men and women could be friends.
Harry Burns: When did I say that?
Sally Albright: On the ride to New York.
Harry Burns: No, no, no, I never said that. ...Yes, that's right, they can't be friends. Unless both of them are involved with other people, then they can. ...This is an amendment to the earlier rule. If the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted. ...That doesn't work either, because what happens then is, the person you're involved with can't understand why you need to be friends with the person you're just friends with. Like it means something is missing from the relationship and why do you have to go outside to get it? And when you say "No, no, no it's not true, nothing is missing from the relationship," the person you're involved with then accuses you of being secretly attracted to the person you're just friends with, which you probably are. I mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding, let's face it. Which brings us back to the earlier rule before the amendment, which is men and women can't be friends.
Harry Burns: I've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.
Sally Albright: What?
Harry Burns: I love you.
Sally Albright: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry Burns: How about, you love me too.
Sally Albright: How about, I'm leaving.
Harry Burns: I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
I do not agree with all that was mentioned above. However, it does make one think about our own actions/thoughts concerning relationships. I hope we can all carefully reevaluate our goals and expectations in our own relationships... with our friends, family and God.
Tune in tomorrow for more crazy adventures in Wonderland.
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