Archive for July 2010
i forgot to mention:
i reached over 50,000 views on my blog!!
thanks readers for visiting and reading my blog. i still remember when i started. i’ve been waiting forever for my hit counter to reach 50,000. next milestone: 100,000!! let’s do it guys!
those are my basic essentials. i remember when i was in high school, whenever i received money from my parents or from working or from pennies i found on the floor, i would spend them on new music. when my parents gave me money to buy clothes or food, i would save it up and buy new cd’s. maybe that’s why, to this day, i never buy new clothes.
music is like my drug. i’m addicted. i always need more. i always need my music fix. i have this theory that if no one in history came up with the concept of banging on stuff or creating tones from his or her voice to make music, i would’ve been the one to create “music”.
while i used to save my money to buy new music, lately, i’ve replaced new cd’s and mp3’s with new instruments. when i am absolutely desperate for new music, i’ll buy a new instrument. i’ve had a season for each of the instruments i play. one of the questions i get a lot is: “hey enoch, how many instruments do you play?” well my friends, here you are. in order:
1. piano (10 years)
2. clarinet (2 years)
3. guitar (12 years and counting)
4. bass (7 years and counting)
5. cajon box drum (<1 year)
and now… my next instrument to master: the drums.
drums have always been my first love. the first time i’ve ever heard a snare hit, i was in love. i think for a lot of guys, the drums are the instrument that they’ve always wanted to play. it’s just so cool. there’s just something about a drum beat that makes you just want to dance and you know it.
i haven’t bought a drum set… yet. maybe someday. this will take care of my music fix for now. ahhhh…. sweet relief
no joke, whenever i replace the toilet paper in my bathroom, i’m super careful not to drop it in the toilet. although it’s never happened, i fear that i would ruin a whole roll of precious toilet paper by dropping it in the toilet.
– i have this theory that tall people are more prone to be afraid of heights because tall people usually don’t want to be any taller. they’ve never wanted to go higher cause they were always tall enough. shorter people on the other hand, have always wanted to go higher and be taller. therefore, since they’ve always wanted to be taller and go higher, they are less afraid of heights than taller people.
– i know so many people who are afraid of open doors (closet, bathroom, cabinet, etc.). it definitely bothers me when cabinet doors or pantry doors are open, but when it comes to closet or bathroom doors, i don’t mind leaving them open. i mean, i’m SUPER anal about closing cabinet doors or drawers or pantry doors, but for some reason, monsters can come out all they want to from my closet or bathroom.
– isn’t it weird how things that don’t normally scare you can scare the crud out of you when you’re dreaming? for instance, i’m not afraid of… say… gummi bears. but one dream about a giant gummi bear who eats my friends and family and i assure you i’ll be needing new pants when i wake up. it’s weird how the mind works like that. in real life, a giant gummi bear is a fantasy come true (especially if it’s haribo). in your dreams, a giant gummi bear is a nightmare.
one of my friends once made a comment about how he was struggling with the concept of the church being “the family of God.” his struggle was that oftentimes, the church doesn’t act like a family but instead like a group of strangers who are forced to listen to a timeshare presentation together (ok, i came up with that analogy. but i think he would agree). i’ve been thinking about his comment ever since.
i have a very idealized view of family. i blame it on sitcoms like full house or family matters and the like where families work through struggles together and actually seem to enjoy spending time together. this is how i envision the church to be like when i think about it being a “family”. but could it be that the Christian “family” is as dysfunctional as my own biological family?
just about every week, i realize more and more how imperfect the church is. how unlike a family it can be. i guess i’m a little jaded when i see this because i feel like if the church can’t function as a family, what hope is there for an actual biological family? and this isn’t a bash on my church, i think it runs across the board. factions and splits, cliques and people being ignored or left out, people not feeling like they belong, etc. is that how a family functions? or, let me rephrase: is that how a family should function?
shouldn’t a family be a safe place? shouldn’t a family be a place of comfort and complete vulnerability? shouldn’t you be able to be yourself in a family? or is the church family just as dysfunctional as a biological family where everyone has their guards up and no one wants to work on their relationships with each other?
what do you think? am i way off?