hehehe :) - thanks, Tiffany :).  this was fun! and you’re a cute photographer :).

greenchait:

How… romantic. … ew. But Karen insisted on the Knotting Hill end shot of Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts. eh.

oh my, i can’t believe how much I love these two people.  It’s truly amazing the “unconditional” aspect of the LORD’s love that I’ve learned and received from my grandparents.  I only hope and pray that I can be like them someday.

greenchait:

Chai Grandparents… so precious!

i agree. :)

rebeccachai:

I’m thankful for my dad.

I know this photo is a bit unsightly but I think it gets him down to a tee (sp?!).

He is unashamed. He is unashamed of everything he loves, everything he has, and everything he is. Although I think he’s just plain crazy most of the time, I will never doubt his love for me because of the enthusiastic way he introduces me to people and his tone of voice when he calls me his daughter. I hear his hope for me in his simple Texan-Chinese accented advice and I know he constantly lifts me up in prayer. I see the confidence he has in God and it is a high standard of undoubting, unwavering faith that no guy has matched to this day. My dad makes it hard for me to like guys because of the crazy standard he sets through his relationship with Jesus. And that’s how I know it should be.

My dad makes things work. He does not get distracted or discouraged. Sometimes, it’s frightening. Once, a family friend said it was a pity my dad didn’t have any sons because he loved playing sports. The next few months, my dad took my sisters and me to parks every Saturday and Sunday to learn how to dribble a basketball, catch a baseball, hit a tennis ball, kick a soccer ball, throw a football, toss a frisbee, and even swing a golf club…although the last thing was probably not something we should not have done at a park. He made us play hard and he pushed us to try everything even though we were honestly no good sometimes. I learned to make things work from my dad.

My dad makes the commonplace things of life exciting and fulfilling. His ability to have fun while folding clothes amuses me over and over again. He makes games out of the most ordinary and his optimism often helps me realize that everything really is going to be okay in the end. I know his trust is in the Lord.

To people, he doesn’t look like much, but if he were a successful businessman or a cool older guy who had everything under control, I would never have learned how to love my Lord unashamedly, live purposefully without limits, or trust hopefully by example.

I am thankful for my dad who teaches me to live a life poured out unto the Lord.

What would your dream pet be?

(I had to do mirror so the name of the store is right-side-right. haha :))

SO - in response to the creeper-ridden Starbucks :(, I think I found a new morning coffee/breakfast place!

The Bagel Factory.

I believe this is a mom-and-pops kind of store as there are only 3 and are all in the LA area.  They have very special coffee choices including Cinnamon Bun (which i got this morning :))… and a small is only 1.65$. Their bagels are only 0.85$ each and freshly baked every day… which means… the smell of these bagels hit you hard when you walk in the shop.  It’s wonderful :).  Of course, knowing that the consumption of 1 bagel is equivalent to 4 slices of bread (yikes! - carb world!), I’ll be sure not to get a bagel everyday :).

and no :) - no sign of creepers anywhere :).

First gift of the season:

My advising professor just planned out my next 5 quarters, my whole (hopefully) career as a Mechanical Engineering graduate student - class by class.  I feel both excited and a little tired - definitely intimidated.  Yet with this rising storm of intense classes and growing responsibility at my internship, doubtlessly riddled with consciously chosen sleepless nights of catch-up and read-up and annual pains of seeing dear schoolmates graduate… I see a silver lining in our LORD’s provision. 

So as my future has begun the materializing of a monstrous beast called adult-life, I look down at the little that I have, that I am, that I myself am capable of and whole-heartedly cry, “Jehovah Jirah, my provider: Your grace is sufficient for me.”

that popped in my mind this morning as i sat in my internship office.

Sonnet 18 
William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I like english :).

not because of the coffee, but because of the creepy old white guy that has been giving me random smiles, nods, and winks. he actually talked to me today and i wanted to run away. i was ordering coffee for goodness sake - asdflkj LEAVE ME ALONE :(.

now i need to find a new starbucks place.

”;) i see you all the time…”

oh yea?! - well, NOT ANYMORE, THANK YOU.

INCREDIBLE.  thanks for sharing this, Tiffany!

greenchait:

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnngggggggg… Is it all the same person? If not… septuplets?

I LOVE THIS SONG… THIS ENTIRE ALBUM, IN FACT.  WE NEED TO LEAD THIS ON SUNDAY. OR AT A PRAISE NIGHT.

“I’M NOT BACKING DOWN…”