efficiency
the state or quality of being efficient; competency in performance; accomplishment of or ability to accomplish a job with a minimum expenditure of time and effort
effectiveness
adequate to accomplish a purpose; producing the intended or expected result; producing a deep or vivid impression; striking
Two seemly similar words. Yet very different. Not going to comment too much on them right now. Karen shared this with me over grad convo weekend. What's efficient? What's effective? What does it mean? When should we be which one? Haaa...
...trust in God. Trust also in Me... - John 14.1
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Old photographs
I suppose I could've went out to lunch with them. I'm not getting any studying done right now anyway...
There's something really cool about flipping through old photos. Last summer, I flipped through alot of old CCF stuff. Before my time. Saw and learned things. The people that have just graduated. The people that are long gone, that I've never met. People of stories and legends.
Today, once again, I was flipping through Theresa's stuff. Many of those pictures I've seen, due to ACF banquet video. Many I have not. Of people who ... just 6 month ago, was just another face to me. Now I can attach meaning to them. Laugh and enjoy this community that has been recorded, a snapshot in time. lol. ACF. House 4. Sam's place. Weldon. ACF Exec. Old fogies group. Women cell? LCAC. Random nice day out. UCC. Bubble blowing. Health party. Etc...
Sometimes, I wonder if I live in the past too much. I suppose its good. Some things were better then. But we're not living back then right now, are we? Eric's words are coming back to mind.
Go and get your own story. I never really understood. Till he said it again to me. Go and get your own story. Push on ahead. Things may be been good before. It may have sucked before. But you gotta pick up the pieces and learn from them. That was their story. Go get your own. Story-sharing and borrowing ideas is great and all ... but ... go get your own story.
Are you living your own story? Not the one that was set aside for someone else...but your own?
There's something really cool about flipping through old photos. Last summer, I flipped through alot of old CCF stuff. Before my time. Saw and learned things. The people that have just graduated. The people that are long gone, that I've never met. People of stories and legends.
Today, once again, I was flipping through Theresa's stuff. Many of those pictures I've seen, due to ACF banquet video. Many I have not. Of people who ... just 6 month ago, was just another face to me. Now I can attach meaning to them. Laugh and enjoy this community that has been recorded, a snapshot in time. lol. ACF. House 4. Sam's place. Weldon. ACF Exec. Old fogies group. Women cell? LCAC. Random nice day out. UCC. Bubble blowing. Health party. Etc...
Sometimes, I wonder if I live in the past too much. I suppose its good. Some things were better then. But we're not living back then right now, are we? Eric's words are coming back to mind.
Go and get your own story. I never really understood. Till he said it again to me. Go and get your own story. Push on ahead. Things may be been good before. It may have sucked before. But you gotta pick up the pieces and learn from them. That was their story. Go get your own. Story-sharing and borrowing ideas is great and all ... but ... go get your own story.
Are you living your own story? Not the one that was set aside for someone else...but your own?
Flushin of prayers
I enjoy a good analogy. It breaks down big things into little, understandable things. Here's a nice random one. lol.
So I was sitting in class...last class of the day. With about 10 minutes left in class, I felt this urge. Nature is calling. I had to go to the bathroom. I say, hey, whatever, I can wait 10 minutes. 10 minutes later...the prof decide to spew extra. You know that feeling. It was a painfully long 3 minutes. But as soon as the prof stopped talking, I bolted. Ahh...
So how much of us think about the bathroom? It's one of those rooms that we're only in there cuz we need to. You can hang out in the kitchen...in the bedroom...in the living room. You just don't hang out in the bathroom.
Sometimes, I find myself treating prayer like the toliet. Go there when I'm in a jam and really gotta use it. Normally, it doesn't occur to me. Sure, once in a while I'd spend some quality (read: sink scrubbing and cleaning) time, but usually, it's just ... there. Something we take for granted.
Once in a while, I'd feel Him call me to pray. Any other time...well. You just gotta walk in the bathroom willingly.
lol. Trust midterms to give me wierd analogies. 2 more left...looking forward to Saturday. Nice day of rest and partyin. lol.
Postnotes: Was flippin through Tsa's photos cuz it's 1.15 in the morning and I don't feel like studying no more. Had a laugh at the Waterloo album. The London "Summer 2007"...oh man. I miss London. Too much random fun at House 4. What I need right now is a good game of DotA. Or Settlers. Or something...or ECE261: Power Circuits.
oy.
So I was sitting in class...last class of the day. With about 10 minutes left in class, I felt this urge. Nature is calling. I had to go to the bathroom. I say, hey, whatever, I can wait 10 minutes. 10 minutes later...the prof decide to spew extra. You know that feeling. It was a painfully long 3 minutes. But as soon as the prof stopped talking, I bolted. Ahh...
So how much of us think about the bathroom? It's one of those rooms that we're only in there cuz we need to. You can hang out in the kitchen...in the bedroom...in the living room. You just don't hang out in the bathroom.
Sometimes, I find myself treating prayer like the toliet. Go there when I'm in a jam and really gotta use it. Normally, it doesn't occur to me. Sure, once in a while I'd spend some quality (read: sink scrubbing and cleaning) time, but usually, it's just ... there. Something we take for granted.
Once in a while, I'd feel Him call me to pray. Any other time...well. You just gotta walk in the bathroom willingly.
lol. Trust midterms to give me wierd analogies. 2 more left...looking forward to Saturday. Nice day of rest and partyin. lol.
Postnotes: Was flippin through Tsa's photos cuz it's 1.15 in the morning and I don't feel like studying no more. Had a laugh at the Waterloo album. The London "Summer 2007"...oh man. I miss London. Too much random fun at House 4. What I need right now is a good game of DotA. Or Settlers. Or something...or ECE261: Power Circuits.
oy.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Peoples
Sometimes, I really wish I had the words...maybe even the courage to say how I really feel. Had a nice catchup session with a friend the other day. Had the chance to help another plan (kind of) the program for a fellowship. Passed on and discussed some relationship thing for one who's thinking about it. And another. And another. Talked about the people in CCF and how we can bring up more leaders.
I think, whenever I'm asked to count my blessings, my first impulse to to leap to all the things going wrong or hard. School. Fellowship issues. Personal struggles. What's there to be thankful for? Way too much...
Count my blessings. The first probably would be these people. The brothers and sisters that I watch over, who in turn watches over me. The ones I fight beside, eat with, pray with. The ones I learn with and play with. Joke with and laugh with. Study with and work with. Share with and talk with. The brothers and sisters that I hold dearly and (dare I use this 4-lettered word?) love. All a massive outpouring from God.
There's that quote...say everything you want to say to someone as if it'll be the last time you see them. People graduate and move away. I wasn't able to say everything...email doesn't quite cut it -_-
I dunno. How important is it that they know how much I really appreciate them? That they have been used mightily to bless my life? lol. A random bit of sappyness. But don't take them for granted. We're not armoured at all on the back, and so it's totally up to these people to do it.
Unrelated sidenote: The more I learn about Human Physio (BIOL273), the more impressed I become. How in the world did God come up with some of these stuff...way too pwnage...
I think, whenever I'm asked to count my blessings, my first impulse to to leap to all the things going wrong or hard. School. Fellowship issues. Personal struggles. What's there to be thankful for? Way too much...
Count my blessings. The first probably would be these people. The brothers and sisters that I watch over, who in turn watches over me. The ones I fight beside, eat with, pray with. The ones I learn with and play with. Joke with and laugh with. Study with and work with. Share with and talk with. The brothers and sisters that I hold dearly and (dare I use this 4-lettered word?) love. All a massive outpouring from God.
There's that quote...say everything you want to say to someone as if it'll be the last time you see them. People graduate and move away. I wasn't able to say everything...email doesn't quite cut it -_-
I dunno. How important is it that they know how much I really appreciate them? That they have been used mightily to bless my life? lol. A random bit of sappyness. But don't take them for granted. We're not armoured at all on the back, and so it's totally up to these people to do it.
Unrelated sidenote: The more I learn about Human Physio (BIOL273), the more impressed I become. How in the world did God come up with some of these stuff...way too pwnage...
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Whinning 1
You know one of those days. When you're just by yourself, with your thoughts. When you can't tell the difference what is right and what is wrong. When there's a huge gap between me and understanding. When you can spend hours and hours, thinking you've finally understood, when the very next question pwns you hard.
Bah...E261, still working away...*insert random whinning about school...* ... sigh ... spending way too much time on this chapter...
lol. the cry of every university student
Bah...E261, still working away...*insert random whinning about school...* ... sigh ... spending way too much time on this chapter...
lol. the cry of every university student
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