Thursday, June 17, 2010

TMD: The White Crane


The majestic white crane only flies on rare occasions. Researching and attempting to capture this wonderful bird was inevitably an arduous and nearly impossible task. Here's how the journey unfolded.

It was in a deep forest setting that I first set my eyes upon this magnificent creature. She had come out of nowhere, having been hidden by the large towering trees. It was a beautiful sight. This particular forest housed a specific group of trees that attracted a large group of fireflies. Millions of them. They were nesting in the trees, glowing and lighting the night. It was a breathtaking sight. And as I was admiring this natural phenomenon, I noticed her. The crane. She stood there, amongst the thickets, stretching her glorious wings. I crept closer and closer. Then an amazing thing happened. Known for avoiding human contact, I was expecting the crane to take off. But when it noticed me, it allowed me to join it in its strange nocturnal ritual. So I was able to share a very intimate time with the crane.

Having thought that I had established myself into the bird's trust, I came back the next few days in order to capture it to tag it. Tagging is very important, it allows us researchers to track the migratory patterns of the bird, as well as its daily territorial movements such as hunting tactics and nesting strategies. Unfortunately for me, I had forgotten how difficult it is to gain the trust of a white crane. I miscalculated its space of comfort and when I got to close, it flew away. I tried several times, but in all occasions I inevitably failed. So I had to go with a different strategy. I call it the method of easeness. The idea is to ease my way into the trust of the crane. To sit within sight of the crane, but never appear to be a threat, allowing the crane to get used to my presence until I become a part of it's habitat. This took a great deal of patience and effort. And it was also a risky decision because of the upcoming winter. That was also something I had miscalculated. But through this strategy, I was able to study the white crane in depth. And it's undoubtedly a magnificent creation.

The white crane is an interesting creature. It's a very free spirit, flying around its huge territory, ruling over all of its domain. It has no real predator and sits on the top of the food chain. It feeds on fish and occasionally wheat, as well as frogs, mice, and smaller creatures. Being the top of the food chain, it maintains the balance of the ecosystem within its territory. The crane also has a unique personality. It's very wise in what it does. I can only assume that it is a very experienced and tested crane. And don't let its appearance fool you, even though it appears very calm and friendly, it is a very powerful and territorial bird. When it feels threatened, it will show its authority.

And thus, my research was going well. I was easing my way into the birds trust slowly but surely. Then my miscalculation ruined everything. Winter hit like sudden earthquake. I wouldn't have noticed, but the crane and it's natural ability to hint the change in weather alerted it. And one day, the crane took off into the sky in a different fashion. It took off more powerfully than before, with the determination not to fly back again, until the next spring.

And so I must put my journey on hold, the journey to capture the white crane.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

TMD: Bicycling


I looooove bicycling. I used to own this silver Diamondback bike and I named her Silver Bullet. I used to ride her everywhere throughout Cupertino. She was my ticket to freedom. I would explore down McClellan Rd. into the thickets of Blackberry Farm. I would go down Hollenback into the Beauchamps neighborhoods then ride into Seven Springs and down Bubb, past Kennedy, between Monta Vista and Lincoln and back home. I would ride down Stevens Creek all the way to Cupertino High School just for fun.

Sometimes, I would pretend that I was a Jedi and Silver Bullet was my X-Wing, or A-Wing. I've always had the A-Wing in a special place in my heart because it looked the coolest, it had the most maneuverability out of all the starships, and no one else cared about it. There were two bolts between the handle bars and I would pretend they were buttons that would engage the proton torpedoes from my A-Wing named Silver Bullet. I thank my imagination due to my childhood without any siblings, forcing me to be creative to keep myself from being bored.

But there was one benefiting byproduct from bicycling that I hadn't realize until now. Biking really enabled me to be quick on my feet. It worked out my quads like no other exercise. I was able to run faster and jump higher than the average Junior High/High School person. That's why I was so excited to have borrowed my friend's bike recently that I took it out at 10:30 at night to ride around. And by doing so, it brought back all the joys of childhood. But there several key differences that changed the way I rode.

First, I was really rusty. I still could ride the bike, but not like before. Before, I was a pro-biker. I could do jumps, I could drift, I could ride with no hands, I could ride with one hand, I could weave in and out of places, I could ride and squeeze through the tightest spots with ease. The bike was essentially a part of me. Now, I cant. I'm afraid of losing my balance, falling, and hurting myself. I tried to ride with only one hand and it scared the crap out of me. I could easily blame low visibility due to the time of day, but I wont. I'll admit I was super rusty.

Second, the bike wasn't in ideal conditions. The brakes needed adjusting. I was going full speed and I was about to make a sharp turn. As I hit the brakes, it bike didn't respond. So I almost crashed into a bush/tree. But that's okay.

Third, I felt like Carl Johnson from GTA San Andreas. Instead of my sexy A-Wing and photon cannons, it was a black man running from the cops. Oh dear...

Nonetheless, the joy of riding hasn't disappeared. I absolutely cannot wait to ride again today. Woohoo!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

G.o.G.

Having a chance to serve at three ministries.
Having amazingly supportive parents.
Having wonderfully supportive mentors.
Having the freedom to adjust my schedule.
Having good health.
Having talents to use.
Having been forgiven.
Being loved.
Being able to love.
Being able to live, breathe, feel, enjoy.
Being able to cherish moments.
Being able to appreciate the things that are good and bad.
Being given direction even when unaware of it.
Getting away with a moving violation once in a while.

Grace of God.

Sorry for being a disobedient and sinful man. You know me better than anyone else and You know that I love You with all I am able to, and that I am absolutely nothing without you. Thank You for Your undeserved favor and grace that covers me every moment of my life that you have deemed worthy through the ultimate display of love that this universe can possibly fathom. As I strive to be a son that pleases You, please be my eyes that I may solely focus on You , be my strength that propels me towards You.