Ironman.

My brother told me today that I am Ironman. dadadanananana....

waiting.

i sent in my application to grad school...

now the waiting begins.

by the way, the ucla campus is beautiful, especially at night. i'm going to miss it greatly.

generations of blessings.

i'm realizing more and more what a blessing it is to be in a family-oriented, multi-generational church, and how many college students don't get to be a part of this kind of environment.

honestly, i'm sometimes discouraged because i'm one of the few college-age people at my church, and i sometimes wish there were more people my age. but as i think about it more, it's been amazing to experience the community of believers of all ages - to gain bits of wisdom from those who are older, and to experience the joy of children.

i'm also really grateful for the sweet community God has blessed me with at UCLA. i shouldn't believe the lies that i'm a lone ranger, because i know i'm not, and God has shown me His love and grace over and over again through amazing people.

Spontaneous Poetry

I haven't written poetry in awhile - I think since freshman year. Maybe I should start again. I think reading T.S. Eliot and William Faulkner inspired me...plus the Acting on Aids event made me think...and I've been thinking about Philippines again...

Here it goes:

It bothers me to see the streets
filled with children who have no food to eat
And their bones protrude from their skin:
The outline of a skeleton.
"Ma'am, ma'am"
with opened hand,
requesting just a dime.
I don't have time.
In their eyes a fire burns
To survive
To try
To see
the next day alive.
I watch it from this balcony
Where I can't touch them
Or feed them
Or clothe them
Or hug them.
A gap -
It grows and I don't know how to stop it.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know
what to do.