Yes, my puppy was well loved.

I never saw the movie Helpless in Seattle. And I don't even want to entertain the idea of watching it. But that phrase is what popped in my mind as I readied for a new log entry. But don't ask why because I have no idea why.

So anyway, my puppy was well loved. He was a scottish-terrier-looking dog (but definitely not a scottish-terrier). White fur with large light-brown spots is how he dressed everyday (like he had a choice). Like most dogs (all dogs?), Happy (that was his name), was a loyal, outgoing dog.

Happy sometimes would run away, but would always find his way back home (sometimes after a day or two).
Happy was indeed a loyal dog, but not always a well-behaved dog.
And Happy, like all dogs eventually, decided to leave his master (that would be me).
Happy suffered many long days of kidney failure.
He died from a heart-attack.

Lesson #1: Anti-freeze is a lethal thing, and everybody should fix their car right away if it starts to leak anything but water.

Lesson #2: The fear of losing a loved one may cloud your judgment.

Lesson #3: Nothing lasts forever, not in this realm.

Lesson#4: Life is short.

Lesson#5: When lesson 4 is understood, registered, and realized, life becomes more precious than previously known.

Lesson #6: Applying lesson 5 to a loved one will yield a willingness to die for them.

Lesson #7: After knowing lesson 6, understanding God's demonstration of love by sacrificing His only Son, a man, will no longer seem so unthinkable.

Lesson #8: No matter how long or how often you do it, crying over the loss of a loved will not bring them back.

Lesson #9: There is nothing wrong with crying over the loss of a loved one.

Lesson #10: Potty-training a puppy is frustrating.

open water

Open Water I finally saw;
life and reality pure and raw.

Deep turbulent wild and cold;
the flick makes me superbly bold.

Held and poised that is the key;
no other way to be out at sea.

Blue abyss one of my great fears;
the hour of conquer is very near.

A mid-afternoon O.J.

2 California Valencia oranges and 1 cup of spring water.

electronic entertainment expo (E3) - a Synopsis

Never seen so many large children in one building before in my life.
The end.

bored silly

My mobile phone company is threatening to cancel my service and taint my credit by reporting me to the collections agency. All this just because I forgot to pay a measly $50 phone bill. Yeesh! I couldn't really care less. It's not like people call me anyway.

So I find myself entering a new log when Im bored. And from the looks of it I've been bored a lot. No worries. I can't afford to worry. If im fortunate enough I could join another medical team to Cambodia for a stretch of 3 months. So I am awaiting that opportunity. Moreover, I've signed a weekend course for self-contained underwater breathing apparatus (that's SCUBA for you lay-people out there). If it weren't for adventures I honestly don't know how else I could live.

For you don't always learn to appreciate God's creation when you're always walking on the "surface". Sometimes a different perspective is a good thing, a very good thing. Whether it be climbing a high mountain to its frigid and hostile summit, or it be belly-crawling a claustrophobic pitch dark watery cavern, or being dwarfed up-close-and-personal by a single sea creature larger than two school buses put together, or being dwarfed by a school of fish...and swimming through it --- those are the very moments when you feel the most alive, and therefore grateful that you are indeed alive. You can also be sensitized by simply walking outside and "away" from the artificialities of everyday life; that is, walking without the intent of going anywhere.

It is ever so clear to me why I enjoy such adventures. And it is ever so clear to me that I do not enjoy knowing God because I enjoy His creation. But rather it is that I enjoy His creation because I know God.

current struggles: jealousy and envy.

a strawberry blend

Today's blend:
1.5 cups of Ozarka spring water, 15 overly riped
strawberries, and 3 teaspoons of sugar.

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fruity blend

Today's blend:
1 cup of low-fat blueberry yogurt, 1/2 cup of Ozarka
spring water, 7 ripe strawberries, and approx. 2
teaspoons of white sugar.

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blended grapes

For blending drinks I found that grapes are the way to
go. They're frugal and sweet.

Today's blend:
Approx. 3 dozen red grapes
1 cup of Ozarka spring water

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The Love of God.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
and were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
and every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above,
would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
though stretched from sky to sky.

~ 1050 Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai (Haddanut).

Lehman was working in a packing-house, lifting and
moving as much as thirty tons of lemons and oranges a
day which were then packed into crates for shipment.
The previous Sunday, he had heard a heart-warming
sermon on God's love. He could hardly contain
himself. In fact, so much so, that he had found it
hard to get to sleep. The next morning, the thrill of
the previous evening had not left him and as he was
eating breakfast, the first words to this song came to
him. On the way to work, more followed. At work,
during short intervals of inattention (break time),
more words came which he jotted down until he had
completed the first two verses. When he got home, he
went to the old upright piano and composed the melody
for the two verses and chorus. However, a hymn has to
have three verses to be complete. As he tried to
write the third, he found the words were not falling
into place as had the first two. As he tried to
figure out what to do, he remembered about the poem he
had heard at a camp meeting. The profound depths of
the lines moved him to preserve them for future use
and it was not until coming to California that this
urge was fulfilled. He knew that he had saved the
card with the poem but where was it now? His search
was soon rewarded because he had used it for a
bookmark. As Lehman again read the words, his heart
was thrilled just as had happened when he heard them
originally. This time he noticed some smaller print
that told this story, "These lines were found in
translated form on the walls of a patient's room in an
insane asylum after the patient's death." As he set
the words to the third verse to the tune, he found
they matched exactly. God knew when he had the poem,
written in 1050, that it would be translated into
English and brought to America at the exact time
Lehman was going to need it to finish this hymn. That
is 867 years from the time the words were written and
they traveled half-way around the world to be joined
with this song. Since then, this hymn has been
translated into at least 18 languages. This hymn was
first published in Songs That Are Different, Volume 2,
1919.

(http://www.himknowledgey.org/Hymns/329.asp)

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There is a knot.

Not entirely sure why, but there exists somewhere within my chest a knot. The knot makes me want to cry, but because I don't know the reason for the knot, I can't.

i think maybe i need some time off.

"Un-tie ribbon and open the box"

A man was sitting on a city park bench watching the cars go by on a leisurely Saturday morning. The man likes to count cars, watch people walk by, watch people jog by, watch people walking their dogs, observe birds pecking on the ground, listen to rustling of trees, interact with a few passersby....etc. This man enjoyed to relax and let his environment occupy him. This was one of his considerable art forms. About fifteen minutes till noon a big brown delivery truck passed by and accidentally dropped a small box about the size of an armadillo. The box, coincidentally, bounced off the hard concrete pavement and landed right next to him on the wooden city park bench. The box was elegantly and attractively ribboned with a simple yet effective bow. The ribbon was red in color - deep yet somehow soft at the same time. The box was a simple white but of the finest cardboard quality. Clipped to one of the ribbon-tails was a note. As the man leaned over and held the clipped note between his thumb and index finger he quietly read its words out loud. "Un-tie ribbon and open the box". In silence, with his dry-skinned hands, the man made his motions to slowly un-tie the fancy-ribboned white box. He gingerly tugged on one of the tails of the ribbon but realized how tightly the knot is tied. The man, considering the unknown contents, gave a forcefully gentle tug, and the ribbon was un-tied. After unraveling the red ribbon he carefully folded it in his right hand and observed the strip of fabric lying on his palm. He appreciated its beauty and elegance and gently placed it in his pocket so he could appreciate it again another day.
The man on the bench lifted the lid off of the box, leaned, and hovered over to observe it's contents. There was another box, exactly the same as the outer box, except slightly smaller in scale. And on it he read a note which read, "Un-tie ribbon and open the box". So he proceeded, out of curiosity, to open the next box. Again, as he unraveled the ribbon, he appreciated the ribbon's beauty and folded it and gently placed it in his pocket, so he could appreciate it again another day. And inside he found yet another box. And it read, "Un-tie ribbon and open the box". He gently placed the ribbon in his pocket.

So he opened the next box, and it read, "Un-tie ribbon and open the box".
And he gently placed the ribbon in his pocket.

So he opened the next box, and it read, "Un-tie ribbon and open the box".
And he gently placed the ribbon in his pocket.

So he opened the next box, and it read, "Un-tie ribbon and open the box".
And he gently placed the ribbon in his pocket.

...etc.

hamilton beach therapy

So here I am, again, for the 5-6th day in a row of 15+
work hour marathons. Tis the life of a game
programmer.

Beside me is my trusty Hamilton Beach. I find blending
drinks at work to be relaxing. Mixing various fruits
and drinking the fruity-mesh takes your mind away from
work - even if it is for only 5-10 minutes at a time.

Today's blends:
1) A dozen grapes and 2/3 can of mango juice.
2) A dozen grapes and approx. 1 cup of spring water.

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India or dinosaurs?

Sometimes, many times, I hope that I would get laid off, possibly even fired; so that I may finally remove myself from the constant and concentrated pulses of electromagnetic waves that pierce my body. This is what happens when you are surrounded by computers and big monitors all day long. A couple of things still linger such as paying rent and the phone bill (which I'm discovering is a big waste for I hardly ever use my phone).

Samson is an international missionary that is financially supported by the church that I attend. His recent visit brought attention to why we are here on this blue globe. I am surrounded (and bombarded) by people who are workaholics. The sad thing is that they don't know exactly why they work so hard. Simply working hard doesn't make it your passion, or does it? There will always be an opportunity to do long-term missionary work in India, possibly with Samson. Now I just have to commit and make that first bold step - break out of the lies that this world is telling me.

Then again, excavating chunks of land mass in search for dinosaur bones sure is a fascinating field. Isn't that Lucifer such a clever liar? He's so efficient at devising terribly subtle new ways to deceive. And he's so good at finding new ways to pull me away (usually just a recycled and repackaged bait).

I thought writing about this dilema would help. But now I must punish myself and go to sleep because I am now so much more confused.