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sakura (by yokasyo)
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(via fuckyesonceuponatime)
Posted on May 21, 2013 via ☺ κλτ ✌ with 697 notes
Source: kpfun
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During my ride back from LA, a few miles before exiting the 405, I see a counter top shop that still is still open. Even though there the store is still lit, I look hard for someone sitting at the front desk. In just a blur of seconds, I see a woman sitting there—a receptionist of some sort?
In this brief moment, an idea of a short story appears in my head…
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Choosing Goodbye
“So, this is my last Friday teaching you guys…”
When I said this, loud “awwwws” filled the room before I notice one boy marching back to his table, mumbling “now we have more time for fun…”, and another boy looking downwards, his face a bit contorted as he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and uttered, “yes.”
I smile these discomforting images away as I laugh off my mixed feelings of joy for freedom of starting something new next week and of strained reluctance to leave them behind.
No matter how hard I try, some will never see my tears, will never feel my passion, will never accept my efforts. Not everyone is going to like you.
This is my decision. This choice of leaving—does this show a lack of commitment, weakness in adversity? Or does it show change, courage to voice out my thoughts, to take a risk in communication? Or was it “something that I brought upon myself”? I will not see the immediate effects of whether I made the right decision or not. Yet, judging from the response of the one particular boy, it’s hard not to feel hurt.
But when I see the fruits of the fresh relationships that I have recently built towards these new kids, I feel like I’m interrupting—no breaking—something beautiful that is slowly being harvested.
I shouldn’t think too hard about this. In the end, God will show me. Besides, it’s not like I won’t see them ever again.
I will be right next door.
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Posted on May 17, 2013 via with 4,037 notes
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I don’t have a hard time approaching someone who is sitting alone, to initiate a friendly conversation with him or her. Yet, when a large group of people are already talking to each other, I can’t draw the courage to try to get to know them. And if somehow, I managed to get into the group because of a friend who initiated, I feel extremely awkward among the group of people. I have a hard time facing them and connecting with them. My eyes sense this negative force…
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Rainbow City
Posted on May 15, 2013 via VIKKI CHU with 4,106 notes
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四处漂泊
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人懂得保护自己做错事，这是很自然的，不需要教的。人不容易认错。好人会认罪，承认做错事。 Acknowledge your weaknesses before God. Be open to your weakness. Let God help you improve and change.
曾牧师 -
每个人的地步都不同。
曾牧师 -
不要太顾自己的感受。
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God wants grappling with our choices to find and realize ourselves, to recognize who we really are before Him. 祂要你看到自己是谁。
Reverend David Tsang -
Without discipline, there is no commitment.
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A First Grader’s Favorite Food
“So Joshua, what’s your favorite food?”
“Ummm…Ummmm….
Ummm…Ummm…
bean sprouts…
asparagus…
strawberry….”
“Do you like candy?”
“Some.”
“So you really like vegetables, huh?”
“Yup!”
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(via 1112pm)
Posted on May 11, 2013 via Обитель одинокой волчицы with 30 notes
Source: volchicasing
Often times different people act differently in different situations. In English classes, we are told to find unifying themes in the different literature we read when the different plots and story lines can be so drastically different from each other.
love, good v evil, hypocrisy, corruption, historical memoir, social dystopia, environmental issues, animal cruelty, gender/class clash etc.
These themes are reflected within us. I find that by being human, I have a lot of contradicting qualities within me that makes me act different in different situations with different people. It is hard to reconcile all the contradicting parts of my self, just like how it’s hard to sometimes make sense, to unite different voices when it is evident everyone holds different perspectives in the world. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why it is so hard to find common ground among different people—because people themselves have a hard time making sense of themselves.
No one can just represent one thing. Everyone has different aspects and sides to them, whether they are deemed “good” or “bad”. What if some things just can’t be reconciled? You’re not always a good person, and you’re not always a bad person. Hypocrisy comes in when you try to be both. I have always struggled internally of trying to find myself, to identify myself as what type of person. In a certain part of my life, I am a quiet and shy, trying not to cause any trouble to anyone. In another part of my life, I am outspoken and angry, hurting and trampling on other people. How do I reconcile these contradictory parts of me? Who is me?
Sometimes I pray
In life
yearning endlessly
for a passion
that I can hold
that I can taste
for a change
to blur
Reaching in a daze
