Monday, August 29, 2005
work is a royal pain in the arse...
this co-op term has erupted in a lousy beginning. summary of my crap-tacular day:
-woke up at bloody 5:30am
-left house by 6:00am
-got to work at 6:30am
-worked inside an incubator at 37 degrees celsius for around an hr moving crates of cursed soups
-went to a "tasting panel" for soups but most of it tasted like poo
-spent many hours making labels, putting labels on cans, putting labels on petri dishes, streak-plating petri dishes, poking holes in soup containers to measure pH (close to about 500 containers)
-got home at 6:30pm
oh, one more thing...they made me work overtime on the first friggin' day of work. they told me OT was mandatory only after I stepped into the lab.
Campbell's officially lost a customer today.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
"...if you do not stand firm in your faith, you will not stand at all." [Isaiah 7:9b]
Was looking at some old documents of mine and lo and behold I found a life statement written in first year university (though incomplete):
The purpose of my life is to worship God.
I want to give Him the glory in all that I do;
Regardless of failures, successes, defeats or triumphs,
I want to lift the name of Jesus high no matter the circumstance.
I will not let my current situation become my god.
Through eternal lens shall I look at life;
The bigger picture is in God's hand and that I will trust,
Not my emotions or my selfish instincts.
I will abide by His Truth, not the earth's standard.
Not out of responsibility but out of love for Him,
Obedience will be my goal, sacrifice my path;
I will travel the long and narrow road.
The purpose of my life is to become a disciple of God. What does it mean to be a disciple? My character should be one of a servant. Fruits of the spirit, brokenness, contrite heart, humility, these things the Lord will not despise. Beatitudes? What am I living for that'll impact the kingdom of God?
I remember actually being really genuine and sincere with each word that I wrote in the creed. Wow, how I have fallen from the path. Passion can be so easily quenched with the drink of mediocrity and complacency.
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On an unrelated note, some articles courtesy of an online Campus Crusade for Christ ministry:
What is true love?
How to write a love letter
Sunday, August 21, 2005
It all makes sense now...
Men do have trouble hearing women, scientists find
Agence France-Presse
London, August 12, 2005
Men who are accused of never listening by women now have an excuse - women's voices are more difficult for men to listen to than other men's, a report said this week.
The Daily Mail, quoting findings published in the specialist magazine NeuroImage, said researchers at Sheffield university in northern England discovered startling differences in the way the brain responds to male and female sounds.
Men deciphered female voices using the auditory part of the brain that processes music, while male voices engaged a simpler mechanism, it said.
The Mail quoted researcher Michael Hunter as saying, "The female voice is actually more complex than the male voice, due to differences in the size and shape of the vocal cords and larynx between men and women, and also due to women having greater natural 'melody' in their voices."
Saturday, August 20, 2005
"With great hotness comes great responsibility." - Master Yee
haha.
Softball's regular season officially ended for us today. Twas' probably the most enjoyable game played...just cause we weren't all that uptight and we got to drench the servant team members, good times.
Anywho, all I'm left looking forward to (relative to softball) is the long awaited appointment between Mr. Chan and Ms. '2nd base girl'
=)
Friday, August 19, 2005
I think I have a knack to become another's irritant without myself knowing it...I'm smooth like that. Smooth as a prickly pear.
Anyways, after chilling with my biochem buddies today...I had an epiphany. It is the fact that people will move on. People whom one sees for 8 months of the year will envitably become closer to them. The converse is true as well. Thus I've realized that I will probably never be able to connect with people whom I used be close with as much...since with time/distance separations, our experiences will be different, the crowds we hang out with will not be same, memories cannot be shared...the list goes on. However, it is not to say that the connectivity is gone, it is to point out the fact that further potential for growth will require overcoming this roadblock. I don't think it can be easily achieved (for the next few years), but it can quite possibly be done.
I've also realized that my writing style has become more choppy and has lost its lustrious flow.
In other news, I got a new stapler today and it came with 5000 staples and a staple-remover.
[Isaiah 1:13]
"Stop bringing meaningless offerings! Your incense is detestable to me. New Moons, Sabbaths and convocations - I cannot bear your evil assemblies."
Was reading through Isaiah and this verse struck out to me. Meaningless offerings (whether it be money, time, service...) can refer to many things. Oh how many times I've grudgingly gave up a few coins to the homeless, or when was the last time I helped out another without selfish intents? Every "good" done is meaningless unless tis' for God's glory (Soli Deo Gloria).
Prayers of a saint are like sweet smelling incense to the Lord, because only a righteous man's prayer is effectively powerful [James 5:16]. How often I have let my sins get in the way of intercessory ministry. How much unconfessed deeds have tainted the aroma of my incense?
Evil assemblies. A church (not the Body of Christ) can possibly have it, certain clubs, gatherings with people without a profitable clause.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Initial Endings
The momentuous end of 2B university marks the much coveted 2B work term.
So lately things have been quite on the low end (ever since exams started). I realized that constant studying within the confines of four walls can eventually drive a man anti-social. During the course of the two weeks I've realized that I've lost ability to communicate verbally. I have no troubles reciting amino acid sequences in my head or on paper, but saying it aloud would involve much stumbling. But alas, all is not lost. Through this experience and a bit of deductive reasoning, I have found the cure for a disease...the disease known as "verbal diarrhea" (VD). A person with VD has trouble listening and shutting-up, but the disease can be readily cured by placing the person with VD inside a cubicle along with an Organic chemistry textbook for 96 hours. If treatment has no effect at first, repeat as needed.
Thanks to exams, I have not really been able to connect with a lot of people due to "hermit-itis" (cure unknown), thus feeling quite distant. As well, spiritually it's been quite craptacular. Though devos are done, they are not done with enthusiasm or passion, they are done more out of routine and commitment.
Anywho, since exams ended my excitement for softball has resurrected, albeit kinda late. So hopefully I can end the season on a better note (ie. better than last game played).
