Grar

Stupid coughing made me not have a very good night’s rest and everyone knows Oliver needs sleep (though, not so much any more, haha). I got some soup from Olivia’s (thanks Mommy =), and that helped a bit I think. Tonight, I must remember to bring a bottle of water upstairs… meh, now I feel a bit grouchy, but that’s nothing a little horrible music can’t fix…

“What is love
Oh baby, don’t hurt me
Don’t hurt me no more
Oh, baby don’t hurt me
Don’t hurt me no more” - Haddaway

Doesn’t that song just make you want to bob your head up and down? lol…

Poke!

Well, I’m feeling a bit better… just have an annoying lingering cough, but no headache like last week. Robbie Seay led worship at Vox Veniae yesterday, and I was supposed to take pictures, but I forgot my 5D + 85 f/1.2 at the apartment, so I ended up borrowing Kathy’s XT with my 85 f/1.8. I think she ended up taking more pics with it than me, but I haven’t gone through them yet… it is definitely really strange to go from the 5D to the Rebel XT because everything is so much smaller on the XT… it’s so cute. ;) Haha, j/k.

“Hold me, blow all the pride from my bones,
With your fire.
Hold me, breathe on this heart made of stone,
Keep it pure.
Hold me, saviour of heaven and earth,
King forever.
Hold me, love of my life lead me on,
Through the fire, lead me on… “ - Delirious?

bloop

I think worship songs are pretty comforting when you feel a bit bummed. Being sick on a nice Saturday is kinda lame. I think weekends mean a lot more to the working crowd… anyways…

“Over the mountains and the sea,
Your river runs with love for me,
and I will open up my heart
and let the Healer set me free.
I’m happy to be in the truth,
and I will daily lift my hands:
for I will always sing of when
Your love came down.” - Delirious?

eep

Poo. I think I have the flu. I was in kind of a hazardous mood tonight and considered attempting to run a few miles and see if I would die, but I decided I would probably regret doing that, so I didn’t. =p

I don’t think I’ve ever sweat this much due to sickness before. I went to the bathroom and had my head tilted down and sweat drops actually fell from my forehead.

Ugh, my head hurts. I guess I won’t say anything else…

again

Posted these before. It’s a good reminder though.

“May all your expectations be frustrated.
May all your plans be thwarted.
May all of your desires be withered into nothingness
that you may experience the powerlessness and poverty of a child
and sing and dance in the love of
God the Father, the Son, and the Spirit.”

-Brennan Manning

I think I might try to leave early today… don’t feel very well. I was sweating a lot last night and woke up at one point feeling drenched. (I’m sure you wanted to hear that ;)). My stomach is a little sore too, but I’m not sure what caused that…

still sick

Thanks, sister, for the soup and medicine.

I was feeling better after lunch today, but then I got worse. I hope I can make it into work tomorrow.

“I have been scarred so deep by life and cold despair,
and brittle bones were broken far beyond repair.
I have leveled lies so deep, the truth may never find.
And inside my faithless heart, I stole things never mine.

If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor,
Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores.

I have toiled for countless years and ever felt the cost,
and I’ve been burned by this world’s cold,
like leaves beneath the frost.
On my knees I’ve crawled to You, bleeding myself dry.
But the price of life is more, than I could ever buy.

And off of the blocks,
I was headstrong and proud,
at the front of the line for the card-carrying, highbrowed.
With both eyes fastened tight,
yet unscarred from the fight.
Running at full tilt, my sword pulled from its hilt.
It’s funny how these things can slip away,
our frail deeds, the last will wave good-bye.
It’s funny how the hope will bleed away,
the citadels we build and fortify. Good-Bye.

Night came and I broke my stride,
I swallowed hard, but never cried.
When grace was easy to forget,
I’d denounce the hypocrites,
casting first stones, killing my own.
You would unscale my blind eyes,
and I stood battered, but more wise,
fighting to accelerate,
shaking free from crippling weight.
With resilience unsurpassed,
I clawed my way to You at last.
And on my knees, I wept at Your feet,
I finally believed, that You still loved me.

Healing hands of God have mercy on our unclean souls once again.
Jesus Christ, Light of the World,
burning bright within our hearts forever.
Freedom means love without condition,
without beginning or an end.
Here’s my heart, let it be forever Yours,
only You can make every new day seem so new.” - Five Iron Frenzy

Sick

I think I caught something a few days or a week or some ago and it’s gotten a bit worse now. I’m a little congested, my throat is a little itchy, and I get a headache every so often. Yesterday was kinda bad at the end of work, but I slept a little and Sarah gave me this lemon-lime capsule thingy before Elements that seemed to help (or maybe it was just psychological). She gave me another afterwards and instead of dissolving it in water, I just popped it into my mouth. That was a bad plan and very not pleasant. Haha…

After Elements, I went over to Olivia’s and she made me wonton, yay sister!

So Nice

It’s so nice outside, I really want to go running. =)

Speaking of which, I think my shin is finally doing better… I think

Did I mention that I don’t like this whole time change and that it gets darker earlier now? It’s not cool for my running habit. =/

Around work, there are a WHOLE TON of butterflies everywhere… what’s with that? I was driving around and kept on smacking into them and hearing small “thunks” on my windshield. There are a lot.

It's Out

Okay, so now that my group at work knows, I guess I can let it out. I’m leaving Freescale and going to a start-up: Bazaarvoice. I kind of view this as leaving a safe zone and going into the risky, but it’s exciting and I think the work is much more up my alley. I’m looking forward to it. My last day is the 17th of this month at FSL.

I think I’ve begun to realize that I play things too safe and I don’t take risks. I want to change that. Staying at Freescale is the safer, more “stable” choice, but I don’t feel any passion in what I do and I don’t feel driven. I’ve thought that I was a boring person before cause I don’t really have many stories to tell of things I’ve done. I was generally a well-behaved kid and I never did anything really “bad” before… which is all nice for my parents I guess, but it’s just no fun. ;) Haha, not that I wish I were a more mischievous kid, but I feel like I was always too scared of taking risks and would rather move along quietly, slow, steady, and safe.

I don’t think that’s the kind of life God wants many people to have. A lot of our society is geared towards being safe and comfortable. People go to school, get cushy jobs and focus their efforts on making things safe and comfortable. They don’t end up changing many things in the world, they just form a little bubble for themselves. Not that I’m saying my moving to a start-up is going to be world changing or anything, but I think for a while I bought into the attitude of becoming safe.

I’m done, time to take some risks.

“Life is more than money
Time was never money
Time was never cash,
Life is still more than girls
Life is more than hundred dollar bills
And oh the town fills
Life more than fame and rock and roll and thrills
All the riches of the kings
And up in wills we got information in the information age
But do we know what life is
Outside of our convenient Lexus cages” - Switchfoot

Denny's

Oh yeah, so yesterday after Vox Veniae, we went on over to Denny’s. Sam, Jake and I ordered our drinks and I asked for hot chocolate and the waitress says “we’re out of hot chocolate.” So, shocked as I was that Denny’s ran out of hot chocolate (they should have an infinite supply, right?!), I ordered the flavored cappuccino instead (which wasn’t bad, but I really felt like hot chocolate!)

A bit later, Van, Mike and Kathy showed up. At this point, we now have a waiter because the waitress’ shift was over. Kathy orders hot chocolate and he goes “ok.” Sure enough, he goes back to the kitchen and out comes some hot chocolate for Kathy.

Hmph. I think that lady hated me or something.