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signs in the hospital:
don't rush me. i get paid by the hour. there is a problem when there are some people whose hours are determined by the needs of patients, and others whose jobs end when the clock hits 5pm. all in the same hospital. ultimately affecting the same patients.
any employee found smoking in this area is subject to disciplinary action, which may include termination. termination? termination? that seems kind of harsh. smoking is no reason to go around KILLING people. especially in a HOSPITAL.
ok, it's not that funny. but it was funny THEN. i promise. you had to be there. ppl were giving me weird looks as i cracked up by myself in the halls. oh well. i'm living a happy life, that's all i can say. :D
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i've told someone recently that i don't get jealous. that i wouldn't get jealous if i had a gf. that she could hang out with a diff guy friend one on one, and it wouldn't bother me at all.
my theory on jealousy:
1) if 2 ppl love each other, they should also trust each other. a should let b be free to meet ppl on her own, and not really have to worry about about b. a should know that he is LOVED by b. that a is WORTHY to be loved in that way. that there is no threat to their relationship.
2) i don't like it when 2 ppl start dating, they suddenly become very exclusive. that leaves their friends in the dust, feeling VERY single. that's not cool. you should be free to keep your friends. including those of the opp gender.
on a completely diff side of jealously, i realized that i DO get jealous. i am very jealous of ppl that have wonderful voices.
when i was a freshman, i was so terribly disappointed with my voice. i couldn't bear to hear my own voice. so i prayed hard. and prayed and prayed. and you know, it has improved. it's still not something that i would want to go out of my way to listen to. but it doesn't irk me, anymore. it frustrates me, many times, but i've come to terms with it.
...until i hear an amazing voice. THEN, all my frustrations come flooding back, and i get EXTREMELY jealous. i don't have dreams of being rock star or anything. i just want to be able to sing. there are ppl that just sing so easily, and it sounds so GOOD. it's a bittersweet thing, to hear wonderful voices. i can lose myself in it, enjoy it so completely, and at the same time LONG for such a voice myself. i don't really want to impress anyone with it. i just want it for myself. so that when i sing praise songs, there isn't a part of me that also prays, "i'm sorry, God," because of my voice.
to minimize my nasally voice, i have to sing my guts out, veins popping out, a la bono. except the sound is nothing like bono's voice.
it's really quite devastating, at times. i would give up my meager talents at any instrument, any artistic ability, for a beautiful voice.
the only thing that i would rather have than that: 5 inches (of HEIGHT. steve, you are sick, man). no more "HAHAHA's" you just killed the "HAHAHA's."
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TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY.
it was beautiful. weather, ppl, life. maybe it was because i got plenty of rest since i overslept and went into work at 10:30, which is BAD. except my regular senior resident wasn't there, and the new dude told me to chill and just hang out. NICE.
the rest of the day was at IH, SH's (YG kids) place. bball, talk, and praise. (NETS win over SPURS) it makes me so happy to be with STORM. i shared this with my small group.
when i first joined STORM, it was because i wanted to serve, minister to young kids. now, it seems that my God manifests Himself and His presence in STORM. STORM, my oasis, where my YG kids are. where i can rest, where i can have fun, or lay my head down. i am happy.
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on the way back to manhattan from L I, the manhattan skyline looked so beautiful. it felt like MINE. it felt like i was returning home.
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there is a mosquito in my room driving me crazy.
i can't find this little bloodsucker, and i can't go to bed with her roaming around. she'll bite me all night.
i'm TIRED! die, mosquito, die!!!
yakob at 3:06 AM
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don't rush me. i get paid by the hour. there is a problem when there are some people whose hours are determined by the needs of patients, and others whose jobs end when the clock hits 5pm. all in the same hospital. ultimately affecting the same patients.
any employee found smoking in this area is subject to disciplinary action, which may include termination. termination? termination? that seems kind of harsh. smoking is no reason to go around KILLING people. especially in a HOSPITAL.
ok, it's not that funny. but it was funny THEN. i promise. you had to be there. ppl were giving me weird looks as i cracked up by myself in the halls. oh well. i'm living a happy life, that's all i can say. :D
*********
i've told someone recently that i don't get jealous. that i wouldn't get jealous if i had a gf. that she could hang out with a diff guy friend one on one, and it wouldn't bother me at all.
my theory on jealousy:
1) if 2 ppl love each other, they should also trust each other. a should let b be free to meet ppl on her own, and not really have to worry about about b. a should know that he is LOVED by b. that a is WORTHY to be loved in that way. that there is no threat to their relationship.
2) i don't like it when 2 ppl start dating, they suddenly become very exclusive. that leaves their friends in the dust, feeling VERY single. that's not cool. you should be free to keep your friends. including those of the opp gender.
on a completely diff side of jealously, i realized that i DO get jealous. i am very jealous of ppl that have wonderful voices.
when i was a freshman, i was so terribly disappointed with my voice. i couldn't bear to hear my own voice. so i prayed hard. and prayed and prayed. and you know, it has improved. it's still not something that i would want to go out of my way to listen to. but it doesn't irk me, anymore. it frustrates me, many times, but i've come to terms with it.
...until i hear an amazing voice. THEN, all my frustrations come flooding back, and i get EXTREMELY jealous. i don't have dreams of being rock star or anything. i just want to be able to sing. there are ppl that just sing so easily, and it sounds so GOOD. it's a bittersweet thing, to hear wonderful voices. i can lose myself in it, enjoy it so completely, and at the same time LONG for such a voice myself. i don't really want to impress anyone with it. i just want it for myself. so that when i sing praise songs, there isn't a part of me that also prays, "i'm sorry, God," because of my voice.
to minimize my nasally voice, i have to sing my guts out, veins popping out, a la bono. except the sound is nothing like bono's voice.
it's really quite devastating, at times. i would give up my meager talents at any instrument, any artistic ability, for a beautiful voice.
the only thing that i would rather have than that: 5 inches (of HEIGHT. steve, you are sick, man). no more "HAHAHA's" you just killed the "HAHAHA's."
*********
TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY.
it was beautiful. weather, ppl, life. maybe it was because i got plenty of rest since i overslept and went into work at 10:30, which is BAD. except my regular senior resident wasn't there, and the new dude told me to chill and just hang out. NICE.
the rest of the day was at IH, SH's (YG kids) place. bball, talk, and praise. (NETS win over SPURS) it makes me so happy to be with STORM. i shared this with my small group.
when i first joined STORM, it was because i wanted to serve, minister to young kids. now, it seems that my God manifests Himself and His presence in STORM. STORM, my oasis, where my YG kids are. where i can rest, where i can have fun, or lay my head down. i am happy.
********
on the way back to manhattan from L I, the manhattan skyline looked so beautiful. it felt like MINE. it felt like i was returning home.
********
there is a mosquito in my room driving me crazy.
i can't find this little bloodsucker, and i can't go to bed with her roaming around. she'll bite me all night.
i'm TIRED! die, mosquito, die!!!
yakob at 3:06 AM