we fly hiiiiigggghhhhh.

I had a very fun weekend with Michelle and Maggie. On Friday we watched this Korean scary movie, Death Bell. It was more gruesome than scary but nonetheless we were squirming behind pillows. But I am glad there was a storyline that ended well enough so I wouldn't believe that there was still some ghost out there. Mostly we watched it for Ki Bum. It is more of SAW type of scary movie than a RING type. Chances of it becoming adapted by some Hollywood Studio is pretty high I am sure. All good scary movies that are Asian eventually turn into Hollywood crap. But I slept pretty well afterwards so it was okay.




On Saturday, I went thrifting with my mom, sister and Maggie and Michelle. We had a fun time. I did not get too many things but my mom find a great buy; two Kathy Van Zeeland bags! They were in great condition and cute. That is really a thrift store treasure. She got them both for less than 20 bucks each because they were half off. TOTAL SCORE!




After thrifting and eating, my mom dropped us off at Michelle's church and we went to Michelle's little Saturday youth group stuff. I went last Saturday for the first time. I miss doing youth group stuff. The best part is playing games. Last week we played this Korean game called maltopakgi? I cannot remember how to spell. But it is an intense leap frog game. This time we played Sardines. In one of the buildings, there is a second floor with a long hallway and a bunch of classrooms. It was very much like a scene in the Death Bell. In the movie, the students go down a hall and then the lights start flickering on and off and the students start screaming and get pulled in different doors. It was freaky. So we played in there and in the DARK (well with some lights but mostly dark) so it was very freaky. Plus all the guys were trying to scare the girls and everyone was pulling tricks on each other. But it was very fun. The little seventh grade girls are especially very cute. I love having little dongsengs to play with.

Well in photo our new assignment is stop action so I was testing it out at school and at church. At school, our teacher and a bunch of us were sitting outside waiting to catch people who were going to the bathroom to photograph them jump. We got some good victims. I was just learning so none of my pictures came out that great but some are fun to look at. At church, I got Maggie Michelle and Yooni (a seventh grader) to jump for me. I am just mad I had my ISO at 400 and so my pictures are grainy.

Trying on funky hats.

Got my AP GOV teacher to jump!
He jumps like a rockstar.

Random underclassmen.

Kid I know, Seth.

Random Teacher.

Movie Magic.



Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

We could definitely be basketball stars.
Me and Michelle's high flying high five.

---christina

have a little faith

"Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step." -MLK JR

Earlier today, my mom was watching some old X-Files show. This episode was about this man who had "jerusalem syndrome" where he thought he was the devil and he was searching for this boy who had certain powers. Well it turned out he was being called for by the devil and the boy was like a reincarnation of Jesus. There were two detectives working on the case, one man and one woman. The woman believed that the boy was really "unhuman" and she believed in miracles while the man was not convinced. She said something really great about having faith. Faith is a questionable thing for me. In my heart, I have faith or I think I do. I really want to believe but sometimes I wonder if I really truely do. Things like believing in Santa Claus and ghosts. I hear things and things on tv that move so much to make me want to believe but there is still that little insecurity of doubt. I struggled most about faith when it came to church. Church. That word can be one scary word or one happy word. It means differently for every person. For me, I've been going on and off to church. When I mean off, I mean really off.

--------here's the story of my religious background:
My dad's side of the family is heavily Christian. My mom is heavily Buddhist. It was a spiritual clash from the start. I had gone to church freshman year again and was pretty into it but I started to loose faith when my youth group started to disseminate because we could not find a youth pastor and our teacher was becoming annoying. The only thing that kept me alive during church service and bible study was praise. Praise = singing. It was the only way I felt like I really had a faith in God. For a time, I started to really try to believe in the Bible (though I never really did read it) and God. I still believe in God. But I did not develop that overwhelming passion some kids did. It overwhelmed me. Some of my friends in youth group had such faith and such passion that it scared me. I wish I had that. I wish I could talk to God. I wish I could really believe with all my heart. But I didn't. And it scared me because I felt like it was so wrong not to. I tried praying but I never really grew up with that heavily Christian background that some kids did. My mom did not really support my brother and I going to church. My father was never a church goer. He believes in his spiritual revelation on Sundays by sweating it out on the field with his buddies playing soccer. I just really could not believe all the way through. The way some adults and some kids felt, it was just scary. Some times I was turned off by my teacher's teachings. I was turned off by how blind Christianity could be though I have nothing against it but there were somethings that I could not look over. I was just not ready to surrender my heart and soul to Jesus Christ. I am still young and still unsure about life. But I feel like one day I will be able to believe because I will know enough to believe in miracles far beyond science.

Hope you enjoy the Clazziquai song. I love Clazziquai.



---christina