a mediocre dreamer

thank you esther for being born (april 26th) and giving us the chance to have a relaxing night 23 years later. i like how we ravenously ate chicken wings like guys for dinner, barely touched a bag of pretzels like girls for midnight snack, and DIDN'T drink our 99 apples or fuzzy navels like grandmas for our supposed party in the hotel. still, your birthday celebrations have always been one of a kind and this was no exception. i love yah =)

it's weird how everything i've been thinking this weekend culminated in pastor jim-bob's sermon at young nak today. "the community are the eyes that see in you what you can't see for yourself." i'm one of those people who outrageously fumbles the sequence of getting what's on the inside, out. and i'm positive that my friends suffer because of it. i would love to have the kind of inner beauty that radiates in my every move - the kind that's warm, welcoming, selfless, and loving above all - i just never knew it would be such a struggle with my pride and insecurities. dear friends, be those eyes for me please?