Monday, August 27, 2007

A Special Surprise...


On August 25, at the top of the Astoria Column, my brother Michael asked his girlfriend, Nicole to be his wife.



They plan to get married around the Christmas season break when Michael will be back for a short leave from his station in Hawaii (he is enlisted in the Army).

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Shirley Temple Portrait series (Part IV "Dimples")


Here is the last portrait in this series. So far, this is the best picture I have ever drawn in my life, and that is very encouraging because I had not drawn anything for months when I drew it.

Since there were so many choices, I asked my mom to help pick which doll that I should draw and she suggested the “Dimples” Shirley doll because of the shading techniques and the 3D look. It turned out great – thanks mom! :)

This drawing has rekindled the love I have for drawing, and I am looking forward to drawing many more pictures of the adorable Shirley Temple and others!

Read: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Monday, July 09, 2007

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Shirley Temple Portrait series (Part II "The Little Princess")



This is my second drawn portrait of Shirley Temple. I'm sorry that it was drawn on lined writing paper, but I have learned my lesson from that.

After I drew this I thought that no other drawing that I drew could ever compare to this. It was however, was put to shame by my latest drawing, which I believe is the best drawing I have ever done in my life. It will be posted in the next two days.


Read: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Shirley Temple Portrait series (Part I "The Littlest Grand Marshal")


I have always had a fascination with Shirley Temple. Whenever I would go over to my grandparent's house when I was younger, I would always watch at least one of the many Shirley Temple movies my grandma had in her collection. I believe my favorite Shirley Temple movie is "Little Miss Marker", which is about how Shirley melts the hearts of a gang of hardened gamblers when she is left as an IOU or "marker" for debt. It is very comical and Shirley was as cute as ever.

A few years ago, my grandma got me a porcelain doll of Shirley Temple. The doll was fashioned after a portrait of Shirley when she was appointed as Grand Marshal of the 50th annual Rose Parade in 1939. I loved (and still love) the doll so much and I drew a small portrait of it in my journal (Above picture).

Knowing that I had such a fascination with Shirley Temple, my grandma later sent me many brochures of Shirley Temple porcelain dolls by the "Danbury Mint". Each brochure featured an absolutely adorable and incredibly life-like porcelain doll of Shirley. These portraits inspired me to capture what the doll artists had captured in the form of drawn portraits. So far I have drawn four portraits (including the above picture), and I have taken pleasure in drawing and capturing every detail in each one. My other later drawings are much, much better than the first one I drew (above), so please don't think I'm just blabbering on about nothing. ;)

I will consecutively post more of my portraits over the next upcoming days. Stay Tuned!


Read: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Independence Day


July 4, 2007: the 231st anniversary of our nation’s independence.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Comments Problem Resolved

A few weeks ago, my friend Hannah alerted me that her comments were not being allowed into my blog. I had no idea what was going on and tried to fix it, when I realized that when I updated my blog to the "New Blogger", I inadvertently set up the comment moderation as "Only registered users" could comment. I am terribly sorry for this mistake, and I have now fixed it. Now please feel free to comment as much as you want! I am very much looking forward to them! ;)

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Happy Father's Day!

Click on the picture, and you will be able to view it as its original animated GIF file

Thursday, June 14, 2007

The Phantom of the Opera is There Inside My Mind (and it’s driving me crazy!)


Yesterday, I went over to a friend’s house and we were going to watch the acclaimed movie, “The Phantom of the Opera”. I was very excited and I could not wait to see it. We grabbed snacks and popcorn, turned off the lights and my friends failed to inform me to get ready for a romantically huge disappointment of a chic-flick.


In my opinion, some books that were meant to stay books should stay books, and some operas that were meant to stay operas, should stay operas. Because "The Phantom of the Opera" was originally an opera (well, first a book), there were many very peculiar elements throughout the movie that obviously would not been able to happen in real life. Yes, I know it’s a musical, and lovers singing to each other before they kiss is so romantic, but I mean come on – where is the music coming from when the Phantom makes his grand entrance at the masquerade, and why on earth would you be singing if a complete stranger was taking you to his deep and wet lair? (By the way, Christine’s faint was a complete disappointment – I mean come on, it’s a chic-flick! You can faint more dramatically and romantically than that!).


There were many other weird elements as well, such as golden arms holding burning candles in a corridor that moved out of the way as Christine and the Phantom passed (that were not there when Meg ventured into the corridor! Moreover, why would she still be wearing her pointe shoes – especially when walking in a wet, rat-infested corridor? I have no idea – those things cost at least sixty bucks a pair! She did have very good turnout when she walked, I can credit her that). Furthermore, the fact that every song was dubbed in, and you could tell it was dubbed in, made the movie just the more disappointing.


Moreover, what was with the 1980’s music when the Phantom leads Christine to his lair?! It was an awesome song, but why, why ‘80’s style music with electric guitars and the like?? Oh well. It was still a surprisingly great song . . .


*sigh* If the Phantom wasn’t so demented, estranged, and obsessive, he’d be a pretty cool guy – I mean just look at his cloak! That had to have been the coolest cloak I had ever seen (besides Darth Sidious’ black Sith robe ;) ). I especially loved the way he would throw his cape away with the coolest black gloves!! He also had an excellent singing voice, along with being extremely romantic! *sighs dramatically and faints away*


. . . Oh, why did Raoul have to come into the picture? Why couldn’t have Christine and the Phantom just lived happily and romantically in the Phantom’s lair singing love songs to each other? :p Well, then I suppose that would be the end of the movie and then where would the awesome sword fight come into play? By the way, that was an impressive sword fight – especially with the Phantom’s swirling black cape!


Christine is so lucky – I wish I had the Phantom as my own “angel of music”. Well… I wouldn’t want him to be as nearly as demented, but I would want him to be just as creepily cool with the awesome cape, black gloves, and of course, the mask.


One more thing – despite the fact that a few of the dresses were very pretty and extravagant, almost all of them were completely immodest. I just wanted to point that out ;) .


I could rattle on and on about all of the little things I disliked about the movie, but don’t get me wrong, I do like “The Phantom of the Opera”, and if I had a chance to watch it again, I would (I would just fast-forward to all of the scenes with the Phantom ;) ). I know that all of my friends will be disappointed in me because I don’t completely appreciate the movie, but I can’t help it! I rarely like “chic-flicks”. There are only a few, such as "Emma" (oh, I love Mr. Knightly!) and "Ever After" that I really enjoy, but give me "Star Wars", "The Last Samurai", "Pearl Harbor", "The Patriot", "Independence Day", "Star Trek: First Contact", "Galaxy Quest", or "The Incredibles" any day! However, I do enjoy romantic movies once in a while. . . and if I have the chance to watch “The Phantom of the Opera” again, I will.



Friday, June 01, 2007

More Memories of Memorial Day

My mom made this slide show of my precious little sister Jennifer.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Memories on Memorial Day

Ten years ago today, my little sister Jennifer went to be with the Lord.


1995 - Jennifer and Dad before Jennifer's open-heart surgery






Sisters





Bouncin'







Jennifer's 1st birthday






Jennifer's 2nd birthday




Ten years ago on Memorial Day

Saturday, May 26, 2007

요한복음 3장 16절 (Hangeul - John 3:16)

하나김이 세상을
이처럼 사랑하사
독생자를 주셨으니
이는 저를 믿는 자
마다 멸망치 않고
영생을 얻게 하려
하심이 니라

요한복음 3장 16절

English Translation:

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

~ John 3:16 ~

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

God Made Me Who I Am


An Ancient Art: Japanese calligraphy.
Enchanting and beautiful black ink script spell the four seasons (from right to left): spring, summer, fall, and winter. (This is my first try at the most famous of Asia’s traditional arts)



Last night, as I was staring at my first piece of Japanese artwork, I was entirely filled with glee – smiling ear to ear and nearly giggling with delight. I love Asia and its culture and Japan is on my “top favorite places in the world to go to someday” list. I was and still am so happy and ecstatic that I had pulled off my first Asian project.

First, let me give you a little history about me: I love Asia and for years, I have always wanted to be Asian. There is something about the beautiful, shiny black hair and distinct Oriental eyes that captivates me. I have sometimes thought about what kind of names I might have if I were Asian and what nationality I would want to be (mainly Japanese but more recently Korean or Vietnamese). Whenever I see an Oriental person, I am immediately drawn to them. Unfortunately, I seem to view them as a wonderful and glorious people group but then I realize that they are just the same as regular human beings with degenerate sin natures who need Jesus Christ as much as I do.

Back to last night: Still ecstatic, as I walked away from the corner of my room dedicated to all things Asian, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind from out of no where.

If I was Asian, I would not have the same appreciation for the Oriental culture as I do now.

“PRAISE GOD!!!” I thought. That had never occurred to me before and I am certain it could not have been my own thought but that God told me that wonderful and glorious truth. I was so grateful and thanked God so much that He loved me. It was such an incredible and wonderful revelation that I wanted to cry with joy! He loves me so much and made me who I am so that I could appreciate the Oriental culture in a way I could probably never do if I was Asian!

Here are some verses on this breathtaking and beautifully magnificent truth:

Psalm 139

O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known [me].
Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.
Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted [with] all my ways.
For [there is] not a word in my tongue, [but], lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.

Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.
[Such] knowledge [is] too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot [attain] unto it.

Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, thou [art] there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou [art there].

[If] I take the wings of the morning, [and] dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.
Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light [are] both alike [to thee].

For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
I will praise thee; for I am fearfully [and] wonderfully made: marvellous [are] thy works; and [that] my soul knoweth right well.

My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, [and] curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all [my members] were written, [which] in continuance were fashioned, when [as yet there was] none of them.

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
[If] I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.
For they speak against thee wickedly, [and] thine enemies take [thy name] in vain.
Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:
And see if [there be any] wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.


Matthew 10:29-31

Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.


Ephesians 2:10

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.



Ephesians 1:4-6

According as he hath chosen us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before him in love:

Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to
the good pleasure of his will, to the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved.


Revelation 1:4-6

John to the seven churches which are in Asia: Grace [be] unto you, and peace, from him which is, and which was, and which is to come; and from the seven Spirits which are before his throne;

And from Jesus Christ, [who is] the faithful witness, [and] the first begotten of the dead, and
the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood,

And hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him [be] glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen.

Thank you, God for making me who I am. Thank you for making me Your Child! Your beautiful, wonderful, and sovereign grace has saved me, Lord and I am forever grateful to You. You are amazingly beautiful for who You are, Lord. Thank you, God.


~ Elizabeth F.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Japanese Barbie

In some of our "junk" mail that my family receives almost every day, we got a Barbie catalogue a few days ago. In it were collector edition Barbie dolls whose cost ranged from twenty dollars to two hundred dollars. As I was skimming through the pages of exquisite dolls, I came across this one.






"A picture means a thousand words" (in other words: I have such a love for Japan and its culture).

P.S.
I even did some editing work on the picture: in the bottom left area of the page, there was text describing the doll and its cost. Also, the black border around the edges were torn (becuase I cut the page out of the catalogue), so I cropped it and added my own black border. In addition, the whole picture was lop-sided, but that was easily fixable. :)

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Jennifer

Wednesday, January 17, 2007
(Jennifer and me - her second birthday, 1997)


Today is my little sister's birthday. She would be twelve years old. She passed away in 1997 at two years of age due to heart falure. I've always remembered the day she passed away and her funeral. They have always been clear images in my mind. But I remember very little else about her. I remember her first Christmas, her second birthday, the day she almost walked on her own, but nothing else. And the fact that I forget her birthday makes me feel even more terrible.

Two nights ago, I was getting ready for bed and I stopped and looked at her "Tickle Me Elmo" doll. The day she died, her nurse, Tom, was going to give her that Elmo. His two children had saved up their money by saving bottles and cans to buy Elmo for her. She never got to see it. So, Tom gave Elmo to me and told me to take good care of him. As I looked at Elmo, I realized how I never really think of Jennifer. I sometimes forget that I had a sister and that she is my sister. I don't understand how we can just forget our family and friends who have passed on. But we can't dwell on them our whole lives. I don't know...


I really wanted to find a verse to end this post on a good tone, but I couldn't find one.


(Jennifer - 13 months old)

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I have really been encouraged by my mom's post. God is so great and merciful, but most of all sovereign.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

'Tis the season for gingerbread

(My younger brother eating our completed gingerbread house - 2006 )


I love making gingerbread houses. It's so fun to make every little detail you can on the house out of candy: icicles, doorways, windows, shingles, ect. My younger brother and I made the gingerbread house in the picture really sloppy and funny, so our family could eat it straight afterwards. It was a very interesting house. ;:/

This gingerbread house was made a few years ago and it was the greatest my family had ever made. We really enjoyed making it.

Not only did we use white frosting for snow, but also powdered sugar to give it a powdery effect :) . We used upside-down ice cream cones for fir trees, and made a path of sprinkles bordered by gumdrops.

I believe it was my younger brother's idea to cover a gingerbread man with frosting to make him look like a snowman. :)

In addition, we used a fork to pull down the frosting off of the roof's edges to make icicles. A tuft of cotten was used for the chimney's smoke, and a frozen pond completed the cute little scene.

I think that out of the three catagories: making the house, looking at it, or eating it, I would have to say that making the house together as a family is the most rewarding.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Journey to Bethlehem

Last week, I had the pleasure of attending the "Journey to Bethlehem" in Kelos, WA. It was a wonderful reenactment and I just had to write about it. :)

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The bitter cold bit my cheeks as I walked through the packed parking lot toward the entryway of the Kelso-Longview Community Seventh-day Adventist Church, anxiously awaiting my journey to Bethlehem…

Christmas trees greeted me in the foyer as I waited restlessly for my group number to be announced. Meanwhile, I talked with friends and listened to the many musicians and singers who performed various Christmas songs and hymns.

After two hours of impatient waiting, the group and I get to go on our journey:
A Jewish man pulled the black curtain aside and excitedly invited the group to embark on the “ninety mile” journey to the city of Bethlehem. He, along with his cousin Sarah, handed out small scrolls (the taxes) and explained to us that we must travel to Bethlehem to pay our taxes to Caesar. Also, if any Roman soldiers were to stop us, the group was to respond that they were of the family of David and they were from Nazareth.

After walking down a path lit with torches, we passed a small camp of lepers, crying “unclean!” and begging for mercy. It was a very pitiful, sad, and disturbing sight.

We came across a tent and asked if we could take shelter there. After a woman passed around a small basket of crackers to the group, Gamaleel, a scribe, opened a scroll, and read to us a verse from Isaiah about awaiting the prophesied birth of the Messiah. After he explained the importance of the text, we thanked the residents for their hospitality, and continued on our journey.

We passed an old man, begging for alms, and came to the gates of Bethlehem. The Jewish man told the group that they were going to encounter the Roman soldiers soon, and that we were not to resist them.

A Roman soldier guarding the entrance was snapping his whip, demonstrating his brute force. When the Jewish man asked permission to enter the city, the soldier yelled at him saying that the city was full because of the census, and commanded us to leave. The Jewish man humbly offered him a coin, nearly begging him that they enter the city. The soldier took the coin and eyed it selfishly. He then reluctantly, but harshly shouted, “All right! But move along!”
I passed through the gates and dozens of sights, sounds, and smells met me. As I traveled through the city, I was tempted by venders and merchants, who crowded the streets, shouting – attempting to lure me to buy their products.

People, as well as animals crowded the streets. There were sheep, rams, doves, a donkey, and even a camel!

We hurried along until we come to an inn, hoping to seek shelter there. But the innkeeper laughed at us saying, “How many of you do I have to turn away?” He turned toward me and declared, “I don’t even have enough room for you in my stables!”

Disappointed, the Jewish man led us away to travel through the streets until we came along a group dancing to music. When asked why they were celebrating, a woman playing the tambourine said it was because God had been good to them and that they had a successful crop that year. We joined in the happy assembly, clapping along with the music, until a Roman soldier interrupted and demanded who we were and what our business was in Bethlehem. After explaining our situation, we were commanded to pay our tribute to Caesar.

A centurion on a horse appeared from the shadows and he commanded that the group be formed into two lines and face him so he could “keep an eye on [the] peasants.” The horse’s head was almost right next to mine and I had never been that close to a horse before. I could barely resist the urge to pet its nose. However, I knew that if I had petted it, the soldiers would have yelled at me.

After entering a large tent, hearing a speech from the tax collector, we payed our taxes, and emerged out of the city. Walking along, we came across shepherds sitting next a small campfire, when suddenly a woman dressed in white and gold appeared on the top of a large boulder and proclaimed to the shepherds that a Savior had been born and that they would find the baby in a manger. We followed the shepherds to a small cave to observe Mary and Joseph huddled over their precious baby, the Savior.

After the Jewish man and his cousin thanked the group for accompanying them on their journey and leave, we departed from the era of two thousand years ago and entered the present, where hot apple cider awaited us…