"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." -Jim Elliot

Yesterday in small group, we watched Steven Curtis Chapman's concert DVD. They showed a video clip of Nate Saint, Jim Elliot, Roger Youderian, Ed McCully, and Peter Fleming's missionary expedition to the Auca Indians in Ecuador. They were all killed... but the story continues with Rachel Saint (Nate Saint's sister) and Elizabeth Elliot (Jim Elliot's wife) being able to connect with the Aucas. Steve Saint (Nate Saint's son) and his family is invited to live with them, and the Auca Indians become "God followers."

So after all the video clips and the story telling and the music, Steve Saint comes out with the very man that killed his father. But they now have the relationship of father-son. It was pretty amazing. Their relationship is amazing. Their love for one another is amazing. Leaves you standing in awe of the God who wrote this story.

On tuesday night, I went to Skyline college with my sister to be her model for her final. I got my hair pulled in different directions, got my hair smeared with shaving cream (since they can't use real product), had rollers in my hair, got a one-foot pedicure, shampooed numerous times. Man, I was tired that day. AND I had to miss American Idol and 24. I was going to call my parents to record it for me, but they went to church to play ping pong. Our church is entering a tournament...

All I want to do is sit at home and watch dvd's and veg. But somehow, that feels like it would be a waste of my 3 day weekend. I'm so excited!

I'm eating apple and cheese right now. It's a very weird combination... never understood why people loved it so much. To me, it's one of those things that's so funky, i have to keep trying it again to make sure it's funky. Almost like getting a whiff of someone's stinky socks. I remember Becky used to tell me she used to melt a slice of cheese on her apple pie. Don't think I'll be trying that anytime soon.

I saw a grown man pick his nose and put his finger in his mouth on the MUNI this morning. Just sick.

Congrats to Kevin and Hyewon on their graduation. Let the good times roll and the eating begin!

I've been a complete zombie... last night I was reading my bible. Next thing I know, I wake up because I have to pee really badly and I realize, my glasses are still on, the lights are still on, and the candle is still burning. Dangerous. But it seems like I can't get enough sleep lately. Maybe it's my body telling me I'm running on ugly and need to catch up on my beauty sleep. HAHA

I got my mom hooked on the Bachelor. I missed it yesterday because it was Cliff's birthday... went to TGIF, but I hit the record button. As soon as I walked in, my mom told me "He chose Jessie!" hahaha. Cracked me up.

I very much considered skipping turbo kickboxing today to go home and watch the recording of the Bachelor and take a nap. Must...get...off...my...lazy...butt...

Sarah and I had an interesting conversation about PMS.

Guys:
1. Sorry to break it to you, but when we credit our moodiness or annoyance to PMS, you might think it's a sorry excuse, but most likely it's true. So don't tell us we're using that as an excuse because if you aren't going through it, you don't have a say.
2. Don't ever tell us we must be PMSing. Because if we aren't and you tell us we are, prepare for all hell to break loose.

Apparently, there are over 150 symptoms of PMS and they can vary per person from month to month. Oh goody, something to look forward to each month.

My new favorite cute-dorky-endearing famous person crush of the moment:

Mark Ruffalo

:)

The weather this weekend was just great. Don't get weather like that too often in San Francisco... gotta maximize it.

My friend Janet and I wanted to do something on Saturday. We had a whole list of things to do... Conservatory of Flowers, Botanical Gardens, Salvador Dali exhibit, etc. But we ended up at Baker Beach... just soaking in the sun, dipping our feet in the friggin cold water, climbing the rocks. It was great fun... but there were a lot of nude people. Next time, I'll stay on the other side of the beach. I love chill days.

Happy Monday, everyone.

Do you ever find yourself being a different person around different groups of people? It's a funny thing because they're all you... only different sides of you. Sometimes it's hard/tiring/draining to maintain a particular personality with one group of friends. Other times I pull back and wonder if they'll still like me if I put on one of my different personalities.

A lot of times I don't feel like I get to know a person better by spending time with them one-on-one. I may be close to person A, and we might hang out one-on-one and have a great time. But I don't find out things that are going on below surface until person B (who I might not be as close to) joins us to hang out. Person B asks the probing questions that I shy away from... my philosophy being, my friend will volunteer information when she wants to talk, i don't want to force her.

But at the same time, I think probing questions to a certain extent shows the person you're genuinely interested in finding out more about him/her. Afraid to be labeled nosy or the fear of straining the friendship by being too pushy, I tell myself it's better to be "safe" than the possibility of creating tension. I wouldn't even know where to start... what kind of questions to ask. But I think not doing it makes me miss out on forming stronger bonds.

Bottom line? I'm a wimp. I need to take more risks. In life. In love. In general. I have no idea how to start...

Ross is a great store... if you're willing to dig. I got a pair of shoes and some candles there last night.

I wore my shoes this morning, and they hurt a lot. I think it's the way the strap is positioned. So it's either, consider the money a loss and never wear it again or wear several bandaids each time I decide to wear these shoes (and it has to be somewhere that requires minimal walking). The things girls do for fashion. :P

I had goat meat for dinner yesterday. Very interesting... I didn't know people even ate goat meat. Goat milk, goat cheese... I guess it makes sense. And it shouldn't surprise me. Asians eat everything.

Update: New pictures are being added. Sorry they're taking a long time. Dial up connection at home is killing me... But check back regularly. I'll be posting them up throughout the week.

Total commute time this morning: 1 hour. This is ridiculous for someone who lives IN the city and works IN the city.

Oh yeah, I'm an insensitive jerk. So I apologize for things I did/didn't do, said/didn't say. hahaha. what a sad apology.

Happy Monday

TGIF!!!

I'm bored. Exciting weekend up ahead. :)

The bart ticket exchange booth at the station has a huge tv that usually plays concert dvd's. The favorites seem to be Yanni and Cher. But yesterday and this morning, Josh Groban was on screen. I just wanted to stand in front of that tv and soak it all in before they change it back to Yanni. But then, I'd just look like a freak so I keep walking.

Farewell to Mr. George Huff.... I wanted him to be the next American Idol.

I ate pancakes for breakfast this morning. And I had a phone conversation with Sylvia on my way to work. A very good start indeed. Pancakes and phone calls make Chris a very happy girl.

My attitude and actions this past weekend may have been brash and harsh at times. I think I surprised a few people...

I just need some time alone to regroup/recharge... no more going out for me if possible. That or I'm PMSing. Either way, I'd stand clear.