Bladdah...

I couldn't resist.
My bladdah looking all cool with 3 female humans. Unfortunately, they are all taken. My dreams of a purple and white wedding are postphoned. Yet again. Boo!

Boootifull!!

This has been the "unholiest" Holy Week in my life. For the past 18 years of my life, Holy Week meant church every night for a week (or at least 4 days of services). But I guess things are different here. So when I saw that the university was going to have a Good Friday service at noon, I made sure that I'd be going for that.

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And I did. But when I got to the chapel, there was no one there.

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Whaaat?!

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So I went back to my dorm and did my own little service. I was the pastor, worship leader, liturgist and congregation, all rolled into one. *grins*

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So, my thoughts on Good Friday...

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Let me start with my professor called JS. He is my Intro to Biblical Literature professor...and he's the american version of Dr. Leong (if you know him), only crazier. Like Dr. Leong, he is BIG on social justice, carries way too much information in his head, and just plain looks like a genius. But unlike Dr. Leong, he climbs on tables, teaches till he's red in the face and makes funny/weird noises to get his point across. He also makes me go cuckoo by giving us crazy-hard papers to write. But that's besides the point.

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So the other day, we were going through Matthew 26...about the woman who anointed Jesus' feet with expensive perfume. We came to the part where Jesus rebuked Judas saying, "Why are you bothering this woman? She has done a beautiful thing to me..." And as he read that verse, he broke down in tears.

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Tip: When your professor starts crying, it is time for you to wake up and pay attention. I'm just sayin'...

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He explained to us that that verse was the basis of Mother Theresa's ministry - to "Do something beautiful for God". It was no wonder that he got all emotional, seeing that he is really into social justice and all.

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Anyways, today being Good Friday and all, I took a listen to Planet Shaker's "Jesus, Beautiful Savior". Credit goes to Hannah for introducing this song to me. Anyways, here goes:
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It struck me that Jesus did the most beautiful thing for us - he chose death so that I might have life. And in return, I want to do something beautiful for God. I don't know about you, but that kinda freaks me out. Coz Jesus' version of beautiful was kinda ugly, and Mother Theresa's version of beautiful was kinda dirty.

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But I find courage in knowing that Jesus said,"...she has done a beautiful thing for me..."

Wind, blow me home.

Have you ever walked against a wind that was so strong you gave up walking and just stood there?

I have.

On a seperate but somewhat related note, it will be exactly one more month before I hop on THE plane. Wind, blow me home.

Chillax...

Random person: "Caryn, you're so chillaxed...Do you ever get stressed?"
Me: Ummm...no, not really.

I thought that was hillarious.

R&R

*snuggles into a warm ball of contentment*

Ahh...after a rather long week last week...I had a nice day of R&R today...my 2 1/2 hour lab class got cancelled...and I purposely took the day off from work so that I could have an extra long break. Man it was good!

Sure I spent the whole time preparing a presentation for my evening class...but that 6 hours to myself was joy.

*snuggles snuggle snuggle*


On a seperate note...I fell down the other day, and skinned my knee...the same knee that has a marvolous "V" shaped scar from tripping and falling on some rocks...the same knee that has a lovely discolouration from the time I fainted, busted my knee open, and let it get infected.

I now have another scar to my collection...but what amused me the most was...the moment I fell down, my friend goes, "Gosh, Caryn, you are so clumsy."

I guess I haven't changed that much.

What a day!

One of my friends talked me into volunteering to set up for this art festival thingy...and seriously, I dunno where all the men were...because 7 of us girls ended up with the job of transfering a donkey number of metal shelves down a hill. My muscles are still quivering.

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But pain is good...right? No pain, no gain...right?

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After that we did some weeding. And I found a root so long I thought it was a carrot.

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5 hours later, we got back on campus and I had to get ready for some dinner-induction ceremony thingy...so I jumped into the shower to disinfect myself...squeezed into a dress...and off I went...

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After the whole thingy, I got side tracked a group of people playing basketball...I must have been a sight, running around with a big ol' ball in a dress and heels.

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Oh rachHubs, you'd be proud to know that I made my first swish in 9 months on my fifth first (ahhem!!) shot. The first four may or may not have been air balls.

What a week!

What a week!

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Let's just say that the week I started writing my Research Paper (research paper spelt with CAPITALS) for English...

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...was also the week I had to go in for advising...academic advising, I'm not suicidal or anything...

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...was also the week I had to make an emergency trip to the grocery store...running out of deodorant is an emergency k?...

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...was also the week I had 2 quizzes...

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...was also the week prior to my Anatomy Exam on the bwain...God, why did you make my bwain so the complicated?!?!

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...was also the week I put in an extra 7 hours of work...

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...was also the week I had to prepare for a presentation worth 20% of my grade...

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...is also the week I promised to do 5 hours of volunteer work...

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...is also the week I've to attend some dungu formal dress up dinner.

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I'm not complaining...busy is good. Busy is very good. But what a week it has been! And it's still not over...