As naïve as it sounds,

I feel...lonely.

I had a dream about you last night.
I didn't tell you about it though.

You seemed distant today.

We're all the same.

Drugs.

Here we go again. That same abyss I fall into as soon as my CPYO friends are taken away from me. I'm an addict.

Christine - Chloe
Jessica - Elle
Lois - Zoe
Sunli - Sunny

<3:
- Pole -> swinging & singing Brahms & Dvorak
- "So you play that beautiful sport, brotha? Brothas? Brethren?" Quoting 'She's the Man'
- Ostrich shriek [?]
- "Dude this looks like...BEH CHU!!!"
- Daisy pinky rings
- French laugh -> Curtis
- Man with the awesome moustache
- The Man and the Moose
- Anna & Tina
- Learning Chinese
- Getting owned in Chinese
- Samuel !
- Late night talks
- Christine smearing ice cream on Curtis's face
- Lois's victory turn [additional peace signs]
- Awkward moments
- Night hike
- 9872039428347 hours of rehearsal
- Cello sectional -> Everyone taking an individual bunk & sleeping after Mrs. Kim had specifically told us to practice after she left -> Mrs. Kim passing by saying "너네들 잘한다!!" -> brat of a girl coming in asking "What are you guys DOING? blhablahb" -> Christine and I imitating her with a lisp
- 뭐하노??
- Thank you very 감사
- Etc... <3

Infinite.

I don't get this feeling.

Staring blankly ahead, trying to make sense of things, only to find myself facing suffocation again. My thoughts are suppressing my breathing, making it difficult to think open-mindedly about the events that have been occurring.

This pain is so unbearable.

I hope to see you again.

.

I might as well turn into a masochist while I'm at it.

Reborn.

As I have wholly accepted Jesus Chris into my life, this baptism is another step further into my faith. I do acknowledge that He was put in my place and died for me- a worthless being not even fit to be in His presence. Although I do know being a Christian has endless difficulties ahead, I see this rite of passage as being one of the greatest turns in my life. This baptism is only a physical representation of my "rebirth", and having a new, clean slate to work with.

Thus I can proudly promulgate that I accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, and I fully know I have been saved.

Musings.

It's uncanny how imperfections bolden the perfections.

How is perfection defined? What is meant by the term "perfection"?
I find myself trying to determine what makes something so aesthetically beautiful, and I've concluded it's its flaws. Theoretically, if one takes what he or she defines as "perfect" from various sources to create something...such as a face, the image created is horribly deformed and quite repulsive to look at. Take a pair of "perfect" eyes from one source, a "perfect" nose from another, "perfect" lips, "perfect" ears...
and the face one created in that short matter of time appears quite disfigured.


I think I can safely assume I have way too much free time to ponder about things like this. Yet I find myself constantly complaining I have too little time.

Unbelievable.