Saturday, 28 March 2009

  • If there’s anything Satan uses to disguise himself better, it’s LA traffic. The monster eats my conscience alive, and in place of the empty space, a mean-spirited – shall I say evil? – Anne emerges out of seemingly nowhere.

    In the third hour of my commute home the car in front of me becomes my enemy. I swear to myself that if I see those brake lights go on one more time, I am going to slam down on the accelerator and hopefully send the car and its driver careening somewhere far, far out of my lane. (Which moron came up with the rear-end collision rule, anyway?)

    The brake lights go on. I want to shatter my driver side window with my bare hand. Or take out an alteration needle and punch holes into my faux leather dashboard until it bleeds gasoline. But I still have enough dignity to at least not look crazy in front of other cars, so I beat the inside of my door repeatedly with my clenched fist while screaming in my throat instead. From the outside, I look completely calm from the bottom of the window up. I ask God why He would allow death, injustice, and traffic to exist in the world. I’m…not joking.

    Soon, I start thinking about crazy people and I realize something: Crazy people are sometimes legitimately crazy. When you don’t have control over your circumstances and those circumstances don’t seem like they’ll change anytime soon, you control what you can immediately – your spotless kitchen, significant other, trainee at work, the oil in Iraq— Totally. Understandable. All it takes for you to get it is your vehicle, driving thirty-five miles of road, at an average of ten miles per hour, on any given day of LA traffic. 

Monday, 19 January 2009

  • Un-Vanilla

    They'll be happy, and each day will store up hilarious and sweet moments for them. When he comes home from work, he'll sit down to a hearty plate of baked salmon brushed with seasoning, buttery mashed potatoes, and a glass of wine. And he'll say it tastes like heaven and that his wife is the best cook in the world, not out of obligation, but from satisfaction deep within his gut.

    At social events, they'll simultaneously lock eyes across the room and each will know exactly what the other is thinking. Did you hear what that woman just said? Haha! That guy reminds me of... They'll be professional mind-readers, but only for each other, and for them, every group interaction will be supplemented with their secretively enjoyable flickers of the eye, upturned corners of the mouth, subtle turns of the head and, of course, telepathy.

    For Lunar New Year, she'll fry up some sticky brown sugar cake until it's perfectly crispy on the outside and take it to his study room as he finishes up his work on the computer. He'll take off his glasses and sigh heavily and tell her that he doesn't think he'll succeed in his profession, or his project or whatever he's working on at the moment. And she'll also sigh, but in a comforting way, strung with affirming words that make him feel like can conquer the world if he wanted to.

    Sometimes he'll look back on their arguments and love the way she spoke gently and chose her words carefully, even though she could have said very hurtful things that many other women (and their power with words) might have blurted out in anger.  She'll remember his birthday, their anniversary, his parents' birthdays, and other special occasions and prepare gifts and events that would make him think, "Wow, this woman really knows me," because she's perfected the art with real integrity and joy for loved ones in the years before their marriage.

    Guests will frequent their home and she'll light up the room with her humor and her engaging conversation and make people feel nurtured and welcome like a natural-born hostess would. He will think she's the most precious jewel in all the world and wonder why God let him, of all people, enjoy this life with her. He would never take her for granted because he knows the best thing a man can do is to make a woman feel irreplaceable, and she, in turn, would strengthen him with her grace, compassion, encouragement and perfectly-timed humor.

Wednesday, 08 October 2008

  • I've finally fessed up to my imperfect vision and have aspired to trek out in public with my frames on but I can't because they broke inside my purse a couple weeks ago under the weight of my moving vehicle.

    So here I continue getting around blind, driving at night against splotchy, blurry headlights and mistaking people I don't know for people I do know. I walked into a restaurant and flicked a boy on the arm because I thought he was my friend's little brother. He wasn't. But my eyes didn't believe it so I flicked him again and said "Andrew" because I thought he didn't feel it the first time. Holding his ice cream very still in his hands, he said, "I'm not Andrew," and walked away. My gaze followed him back to his family, whose adult members looked at me and wondered how they were supposed to react. I seriously considered adopting a sudden limp and twitching my head every once in a while so they'd whisper, "Oh...I see," and turn away like polite Koreans would. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'm going to replace my lenses soon.

Monday, 12 May 2008

  • Foolish.

    Foolish. There are certain things that guys should never do or say to a girl. Very, very, foolish things. The following are true accounts:

    For one, a guy should never, ever, tell a girl he loves her after 2 weeks of knowing her, and then leave on a plane to a continent in the southern hemisphere a few hours later. Even more foolish than that, this same guy should never, ever, tell a girl that he plans on marrying her someday, and then break his promises to call and write and text her because he’s become too busy with his new job in his continent in the southern hemisphere. The most foolish thing this guy can do is keep telling this girl that he’s still interested, but his mom won’t let him marry her, so that’s the end of the story.

    A guy should never, ever, call a girl every day and text her every hour and hold her hand when they go shopping or walking around an amusement park and then tell her, a year or so after doing this, that he has never had feelings for her. Even worse, he should never, ever ask her to come out and visit him in another state for a weekend, knowing she doesn’t know anyone else in that state and that it would take her 5 hours by train to get there, and then spend 2 hours with her over dinner and tell her at the end of it that he just sees them as friends.

    A guy should never, ever, assume that a girl means “group hang out” when she asks him to dinner for Valentine’s Day.  When he finds out it’s really just going to be the two of them, he should never, ever ask one of their mutual guy friends to relay the message that he can’t make it to dinner anymore. 

    A guy should avoid telling a girl that he’s in love with her: best friend, close girl friend, or biological sister, and dig his grave even deeper by listing all the reasons why that friend, and not the particular girl he’s telling this to, is so amazingly attractive.

    When a girl says, “I’m a hardcore teacher,” and a good guy friend responds immediately by saying, “I don’t think I can marry a hardcore teacher,” he should never, ever, be surprised that the girl’s red flags are going up all over the place.

    Because this next situation gets confusing with pronouns, I will describe it with names.  Bob’s best friend, Tim, is pursuing their mutual friend Sally. Tim is pursuing Sally, but has not yet successfully “caught” Sally. In this case, Bob should never, ever, assume that Sally becomes a “safe” emotional confidante because she is now “Tim’s girl” (which she is not) and is somehow consequently immune to falling for Bob, Jack, Frederico, or any other guy that is not Tim. This is very, very foolish logic that only foolish men subscribe to.

    A guy should also take care to avoid superlatives. You are my “best” girl friend. You are my “closest” friend of the opposite gender. You are the person I trust the “most.” I wouldn’t tell this to “just anyone.” According to Woman Dictionary, these all translate to “you are really special to me, very possibly in a romantic way.”

    If you are a foolish man, please raise your hand silently now, in front of your glowing computer screen. You have been very, very foolish. I shake my finger at you. Chances are, the girl you hurt either still remembers, hurts from, or even bitterly resents you and your foolish choices. Good luck with mending that one (This is not a cruel joke. I really can’t tell you how, unless she is my very close friend, in which case you have permission to ask me about it).   And yes, you need to mend it.  Just be thankful that God has bigger and better things for her (yes, that jab was meant to be subtle). Now place your hand over your heart and make a wholehearted vow to never, ever, be a foolish man again.  This, friend, is the smartest thing you can ever do.


Thursday, 10 April 2008

  • Scream

    If love could be measured in gallons, the world needs 200 and I have one to give. And once I give it, I have nothing left for myself. I can’t do it myself. Right now I only have 60 kids to take care of, and I’m already struggling. I feel like I spend the whole day pouring out to them, being the responsible adult and the loving older person. At the end of the day, I wish I can just go home to my mom and lay my head on her lap and have her rub my stomach until I fall asleep. I know, I know. I’m an adult now, and this is my transition from being taken care of to being the caretaker. But it’s a lot harder than I thought. I need His help to do this. I need to experience His love, more than anything. I thought I was maturing as a person but I think I’m really just running myself into a rut without Him.

    I come back to my apartment and soak myself in the shower and then let my brain vegetate on Adium and Facebook until the conversations and status updates shrivel up and die in front of me. I say I’m tired because I’m busy, but is that true? I think I’m giving myself my treasured “me time” but really, it’s not helping. Sometimes I just want to go somewhere and be by myself so I can run around and scream until my voice disappears. I want to be in a place where I don’t have to do anything for anyone else and I think for a while that it will make me happier. But I don’t think that’s the answer, right? Otherwise, shouldn’t I be feeling better after every weekend, after I’ve had sufficient time alone? Is the problem fellowship? My fellowship of believers is scattered, I have a sister here, one there, and another over there and I know all of them but none of them know each other.

    I want to find a group of people who are just as broken as I am – just as lost and burnt out. I want to find people who are tired and weary like I am, and pray until God answers our request for Him to come and fix us and make us whole again. I’m starting to understand and like broken people because I feel human around them and they seem human to me, too. I want to know people who don’t know what’s wrong with them inside, either. We just know there’s something wrong and that it needs to be fixed, or made, or taken apart and reconstructed some other way, or something close to all of those put together.

    I think a lot of times that’s how my kids are, too. They don’t know why they are how they are or why they do what they do, but they can sense that something is not right and they want to fix it. Even then, they don’t know how to clearly express their desires to become right and they end up just walking out of my class confused about themselves. When I’m lucky I recognize what IS wrong and in those moments of clarity I realize that maybe that’s part of my job as a teacher – to help my kids identify that thing that’s inside them that they’re really confused about. And maybe that’s God’s job as my loving Father – to identify those parts of me inside that aren’t doing so well so that I won’t be so confused anymore.

Tuesday, 01 April 2008

  • My Favorite Quotables So Far This Year (MFQSFTY#1)

    1.
    Anita: "Whoa, I almost thought that bird was a kite."
    Tony: "Umm, that IS a kite."

    2.
    Anita: "Haha, that guy is looking at the fire hydrant."
    Anne: "That's a woman."

    3.
    Anita: "Hey there's something in your hair. Oh wait, that's your ear."

    4.
    Anne: "Hey Rita, sit on that chair." (points to baby chair)
    Rita: "I will." (sits) "Challenge accepted."

    5.
    Rita: "It's not like they [horses] can gul-LOP, gul-LOP after you."
    Anne: "You mean gallop?"

    6.
    Eric (ref. to Rita's shirt): "You made it yourself?"
    Rita: "Yes. I made it by candlelight last night."

    7.
    (Anne accidentally pokes herself in the eye with a boy sheep doll)
    Rita: "Haha. He RAMmed you in the eye!"

    8.
    Anonymous Brazilian male: "Fat women are everywhere. They're like a virus."

    9.
    Tran: "Oh my gosh, did I just hit the curb?! Why did we stop?" (looks around) "Oh, I'm pressing on the brake."

    10.
    Anne (reads from a license plate holder): "BEAN organ donor?! What the heck is that?"
    Tran: "There's a space."

    11.
    Rita: "Esther, have I ever seen you flirt with anybody before?"
    Esther: "But we always hang around Chinese people. There's nothing to flirt with."

    12.
    Rita: "Symbiosis is when two people work better together. So what is it called when people work better apart from each other?"
    Esther: "Ambiosis."

    13.
    Rita: "Do you guys flick people like this?" (demonstrates her flick)
    Anne: "No. That's called flicking people off."

Wednesday, 12 March 2008

  • The Return of the Prodigal Son (H. Nouwen)

    I've finally gotten through a decent part of this book and am especially drawn by the elder son's experience. I understand his enslavement to being the "model child" because what I see is that doing the right thing no longer warrants respect and privilege, but becomes a heavy obligation, something that is expected and demanded. The pressure's not just parental, but social, too. I know, as the oldest child in my family, that these feelings are real and arise frequently in nearly any older child's mind. There isn't much more that I need to explain for those that are like me.

    So, when another person  receives "good things" for doing squat, I feel hurt and jacked by a double standard. Why am I here, seeking God daily and doing what I think is right and integrous (I know that is not a word) before His eyes, when my friend Bob here slacks and does whatever he wants? In the end, there is no apparent difference between what Bob and I receive from God. In fact, sometimes I think Bob gets the better deal.

    But I think if I really admit what's in my heart, my struggle is not with Bob. It's really a struggle with our mutual Heavenly Father. Does He really love me? Does He REALLY love me? Besides my unbelief that God really is a good and loving Father who
    wants only the best for his children, I have also believed the lie that
    my righteousness is self-generated and that, as a result, I deserve
    certain rewards that others don't. These sins inhabit my heart and feed ugly feelings of bitter jealousy and selfish ambition, those things which are the beginning of all disorder and every evil thing inside me. To some degree, I'm sure my actions were from a genuine desire to please God and to obey Him, but I know that my imperfection and my earthly cravings consume a generous chunk of the glory and praise that should belong to God.

    In truth, everything I have now, seen and unseen, desirable and undesirable, expected and unexpected, are from God, who gives freely and generously, according to what is best for each of His children, regardless of their "righteousness."  In the end, it's not about what Bob deserves or doesn't deserve, nor about either of us getting the shorter end of the stick.  We are both God's beloved children and receive from Him as He deems best, so that both, not one, find the longer stick in their hands.

    "God is urging me to come home, to enter into his light, and to discover that, in God, all people are uniquely and completely loved. In the light of God I can finally see my neighbor as my brother, as the one who belongs as much to God as I do. But outside of God's house, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives, lovers and friends become rivals and even enemies; each perpetually plagued by jealousies, suspicions and resentments...Fools, because of their rebellious way, and because of their iniquities, were afflicted. He sent His word and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions. For He has satisfied the thirsty soul, and the hungry soul He has filled with what is good. Who is wise? Let him give heed to these things, and consider the lovingkindness of the Lord." (The Return of the Prodigal Son; Psalm 107)

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

  • Hey Ladies!

    This is it. The greatest girl-guy advice EVER (Note: I really tried to cut the article down, but if you're impatient, then skip to bottom for "Anne's 10-second summary"):

    Not Your Buddy
    by Suzanne Hadley
    Boundless Webzine
    (only some parts of the article are included. for full article, see website.)

    The other day I was having lunch with a friend and she began to pour out an all-too-familiar story. The guy she'd been hanging out with four nights a week, the one who'd made her a jazz mix CD and asked her to be his date to his office Christmas party, the one who'd gone to late-night movies with her and made her pasta — that guy — had crushed her hopes (again) with a single, nonchalant statement: "I don't see myself in a relationship anytime soon."

    I tried to reassure my friend that the guy probably thought she was beautiful and fabulous and smart but had just made a choice to be single for now.

    "But we have such a great connection," she moaned. "We're such good friends!"

    I felt anger well up. This was not the first time I'd heard this story. I could count nearly half a dozen friends who found themselves in this same frustrating situation. After investing months in late night talks, meals together and flirty e-mails, each woman faced the sad reality that the guy actually wasn't planning to upgrade their friendship to, well, marriage.

    It's Not Our Fault!
    "Do you think it's wrong for a guy to initiate one-on-one time with a woman when he has no intentions with her?" I asked.

    My friend paused, savoring the question. "I think," he said, "if a woman wants something to be there, she's going to see something there."

    His buddies smirked knowingly.

    "But don't you think seeking her out and spending time with her encourages it?" I prodded.

    "She's the one who's choosing to view that as special treatment," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's her interpretation."

    "Can you tell when a girl's interested in you?"

    "Usually."

    "Then why would you lead her on like that?"

    "She's free to say no anytime. Until then, I'll assume she's OK with it."

    By "OK," I guessed he meant the girl could handle it emotionally.

    His buddies slapped him on the back.

    "That's right," one of them piped up. "Women are always going to read into something. If you catered to it, you'd have to give up female friends completely."

    Mutually Exclusive
    In her book Relationships, former college professor Dr. Pamela Reeve discusses three levels of friendships: acquaintances, companions and intimate friends.

    Companions, she says, generally spend less than two hours together a week. When a man indicates he would like to see the woman more than that, but claims they are "just friends," he sends a mixed message.

    "One party can selfishly enjoy all the benefits of a relationship, the warmth and relief from loneliness, the satisfaction of the attention that feeds the ego — all without the accompanying commitment. One party luxuriates, while the other party feels cheated and is left with deep unsatisfied longings."

    I've recently observed several non-dating relationships that seem to fall into the "intimate friends" category. In every case, it is the woman who is paying the price emotionally. Why? When a guy starts investing his heart, he can do something about it by making a move. And if the girl rejects him, the friendship ends or changes significantly. A woman, however, can hang on in this kind of relationship indefinitely, hoping the guy will eventually share her feelings. She makes herself available to him as a "friend," all the while hoping the friendship will blossom into something more.

    Women...need to assume less. A woman should not assume that a guy friend she's spending time with is: a) just too shy to make a move; b) thinking she's the woman of his dreams but the timing isn't right; c) in denial of God's will that they be together.

    Stepping Back
    About a year ago, my sister, a college junior, was receiving regular phone calls from Nick, a guy friend who had transferred to another school. During their conversations he would shower her with compliments, ask her what she was looking for in a guy and talk about taking her out to dinner at a fancy restaurant when he visited. At the same time, he congratulated her for being the only girl he could really talk to who wouldn't "get the wrong idea."

    Despite her desire to be that exception, Sarah found herself increasingly confused by Nick's attention. She realized she was beginning to entertain romantic thoughts. After seeking counsel, Sarah decided she needed to cut back on her interactions with Nick to protect her heart.

    During their next phone conversation, she explained how she felt. Nick admitted he wasn't interested in her as more than a friend, but he seemed shocked and offended that Sarah wanted to back off.

    Make Room for Romance
    Ecclesiastes croons, "There is a time for love." If, as a woman, you are indulging in an intimate friendship with a man who is not pursuing you, you are accepting a cheap imitation of love. And by spending all your time with a guy who will never put a ring on your finger, you may miss a potential suitor.

    If, as a man, you are spending large quantities of time with a woman, you may want to consider if perhaps the relationship is deserving of an upgrade to an intentional relationship that explores the possibility of matrimony. If not, do your sister the courtesy of making your stance clear, freeing her to be pursued by another man.

    When it comes to male-female relationships, lacking intent, the buddy system is a bad idea.
    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Anne's 10-second Summary:
    • The Problem: Guy and girl are really close friends. Girl gets confused about where their relationship is going. Guy eventually expresses that he's not interested. Girl is crushed. What happened?
      • Guys' thoughts: "A girl sees what she wants to see. Therefore, I have little or no responsibility for 'leading a girl on' because it's the girl's choice to assume things in the first place. She always has the option to tell me that she's not OK with what I'm doing."
      • Girl's thoughts: "This guy hangs out with me, calls/IMs/txts me, buys me stuff, takes care of me, etc. He MUST like me."
    • The issue: Guys are being unwise with actions/words. Girls assume too much.
    • The solution: 
      • Guys, if you sense attraction from the girl, back off if you're not interested. She's probably some other guy's future wife. Otherwise, you're being an irresponsible jerk.
      • Girls, have some self-respect and don't fall into the I'll- be- in- this- super- close- 'friendship'- with- him- and- be- available- anytime- to- give- him- attention- or- let- him- unload- his-  emotional- baggage- on- me.- Hey,- we're- just- friends- right- (even- though- I'm- dying- inside) trap. Pray about it and do the right thing.

Thursday, 22 November 2007

  • I Heart Alice

    My sister, Alice, thinks I'm the coolest person ever. Some of her best "lifter-upper" quotes are shelved in my memory and I'll take them down and replay them once in a while (or record them in blogs, such as this one), just so I can feel a little more extra-special inside. I call these my "Alice quotes" (catchy, no?):

    (after I fall off my chair)
    "Yeah, not doing things like that will really help your social life. Sometimes I think you really bring it upon yourself."

    "That's really nasty."
    "What is?"
    "That you just did that."
    (after I tried to bust-a-move)

    "Hey, I had a dream last night that I was watching Planet Earth, and there was this --"
    "I think you're pretty socially unacceptable right now."

    I love you, too, sister.

    Edit:
    (Thanksgiving Day)
    "Alice, you know how I keep a quote thing of you--?"
    "Wait, I'm not listening." (walks out of room)

    Happy Thanksgiving!