to hear smiles in voices


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Feb 7, 2014
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I moved blogs.

I will miss tumblr. I will miss romanticizing things, being reflective, reblogging beautiful or whimsical things, and sharing in brief (or not in brief) the things in my heart.

Being on tumblr opened up space for distraction. There are so many aesthetic things on my dashboard. Though often I found myself seriously marveling at God’s aesthetic eye displayed through His creation, more often I found myself scrolling and browsing for too long. So I removed myself from posting. I went on a defollowing rampage to clear my dash of these beautiful posts; I can find these without following certain bloggers. I also found myself posting too many thoughts - sometimes too intimate, sometimes kind of pointless - and I didn’t want to feel a gratification of publishing every passing thought or activity that came into being. I don’t want to be mastered by that kind of gratification. So I privated and deleted the majority of my old posts. I want my words to mean more. I want to be more intentional.

tumblr is great: I’ll definitely be using it to be inspired now and then. tumblr is great: I am always so encouraged by my friends’ posts, especially recently by some of the brothers in my fellowship. But for me. I decided to move to another medium I can control a bit better. I have effectively become one of those tumblr users I thought act unfairly: those who never post their thoughts but silently read the thoughts of others, heheh. Whoops. I promise it’s not creepy. So here, New.


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Jan 9, 2014
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Jan 9, 2014
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Jan 9, 2014
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Warhead portraits

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Jan 9, 2014
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Jan 8, 2014
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what is love?

when the whole family is sick, have an arsenal of three Korean broths on the stove. 

that is love. that is privilege. thanks parents.


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Jan 8, 2014
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the cutest wish for 2014

Be adventurous,
Feed your passions,
And wiggle without fear of judgement. 

- Friend on Facebook 


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Jan 8, 2014
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Jan 8, 2014
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Jan 6, 2014
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I sing, “Hosanna!” when I want it all.
Then I crucify the Son of God.
Cause He isn’t who I always thought.
Not what I want, but what I needed.
I sing, “How great and mighty is the King!”
Just as long as He considers me
High above every other thing.
Even His glory.

Broken like a record.
Spinning round and round
Like a hurricane.
I pour out water then I disappear.
Reappearing when I fear enough,
Or need a touch from You.
I sing, “Hosanna!” once again
Then I say, “Crucify Him!”

It’s packaged differently than Pharisees.
Wrapped in sing-a-longs and Christianese.
Empty hallelujahs to the King.
When my heart is loving idols.
A man of sorrows acquainted with grief,
He had no form; He had no majesty.
How could He have the audacity
To ask me to give Him my tomorrow?

Broken like a record.
Spinning round and round
Like a hurricane.
I pour out water then I disappear.
Reappearing when I fear enough,
Or need a touch from You.
I sing, “Hosanna!” once again
Then I say, “Crucify Him!”

(Source: Spotify)


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Jan 6, 2014
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I have a thing for pretty hand made letters

I have a thing for pretty hand made letters

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Jan 6, 2014
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Dec 14, 2013
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One of those mornings

1030am feeling like 830, 730. Body not waking save the promise of a cozy morning…

Elevator taking and friends visiting

Morning faces thawing and good morning exchanging and pajamas swishing and house slippers shuffling

Banana munching and milk sipping and turn taking re-microwaving semi warm brownies for breakfast

Hushed voices whispering for fear of waking roommate sleeping and disturbing another studying

Heart warming and inherent motherlike senses tingling at the sight of diligence of him studying

Together window watching from the 22nd floor mixed with excitement and dread for forecasted snow falling

Laughing hard in weird groggy voices, laughing hard at nothing other than lame humor humoring and friends I-pity-you face palming

Journaling and Bible reading to catchup for the thoughts of past week swirling

Tumblring to romanticize this morning ensuing and listening to roommate gift wrapping with paper rustling and scissor gliding

What’s next.

12plus gathering and studying and studying and studying and caroling and then karaokeing.


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Dec 11, 2013
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Today was just one of those crack up days

And I don’t want to forget.

1. Two friends played sitar for their end of semester performance - this stifled crack up session was more infused with awe and respect in seeing friends seriously making South Asian music

2. Guy friend nonchalantly revealed his man uggs - legit uggs - and I got cramps laughing like a madwoman while walking a few blocks

3. The movie FROZEN. I wasn’t too impressed overall, but I was crackin UP at some of the scenes during

One day at a time year 2014 comes closer. I can’t believe the obscure graduation year that’s been a cloudy checkpoint in my future is becoming a reality!


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Dec 3, 2013
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friend: eunjin sometimes you're like 22...and sometimes you're like 3

me: i'm 21

friend: whatever. and sometimes you're like 65