Poopy hands?

so... i was driving home at 4 in the morning last saturday, being the great DD that i am, with nothing to do, just crusing on I-84. And like any other nights, i started picking my nose just as if it were, and is, a normal routine while driving. However, this time, as i picked and picked, i realized that something was different this time. The smell wasen't quite the same... it's not... david like... And that's when i remember.. "oh yea, someone puked on my hand tonight..."

I felt quite sick after that.


p.s. the polar bears are still dying.... it's on the front page of the Oregonian today, beating out the death of Ford as the biggest story of the day! Fucken CO2.... buy a hybrid.

The polar bears are drowning.

global warming affects not just us, but everything.

save the polar bear,
save the world.

tell your friends

for more polar bears click here

Don't ever let somebody tell you that you can't do something...

You got a dream, you gotta protect it...
If you want something,
Go get it. Period.

The pursuit of happyness comes out today.

if you want to know what's going on in my life in the past 6 months, go watch it.

What's your christmas movie?

hello all! what you've been up to?

me? well, not too much. you know, just work work work and sometimes more work. Went through my usually saturday routine today, woke up noonish, watched football, lunch, tv, dinner... except for that i missed my one regular show that i watch on tv, veggie tales!

yes veggie tales. why you ask? 'cause david don't get home till 10ish, thus missing all the great shows that normal ppl watches. thus leaving the Greatone with the admirable veggie tales. to be honest, i usually look forward to it, but tragically, i was napping at 3 o'clock today and thus missing the show on NBC. darn those naps.

Today was also the first saturday in ages where i stayed home. mum came home from dinner meeting and was surprised to see me at home at 10pm. she actually said "whoa, surprise."... sad. come to think of it... i didn't step outside of the house today. not one step, and it's alright*. sometimes all we need is a little TLC for the soul, and no party means healthier body. However, i did woke up with a huge blister sticking out of my left forearm. it's like a bubble the size of a dime, it looked like a really really big nipple growing out of my arm. quite funny looking actually, and full of puss. had to cover it up so mum don't see it. they probably give me a mouthful if they did. anyways, end up popping it with a knife so ppl won't think i'm a freak when they saw it. guess this is is what happens when you put out a cigar with your body parts. well, at least now i can tell ppl how it feels... it stings. a lot. and it keeps on stinging and stinging, the pain will increase as the you sobering up, thus the wisest thing to do is then to not sober up and drink till you pass out. however, when you wake up in the morning, the sting will still be there. yay. good times.

it's not a bad burn. don't think it'll even scar up.

anyways, the holiday season is coming up, meaning much free time for many folks in school. so if you're looking for a movie to rent come this season, here are david's christmas picks:

• Love Actually - if in mood for a romantic comedy, you can't go wrong with this one.
• The Family Stone - for thanksgiving and family.
• Die Hard - Yippy-kah-yay! Bitch!
• Home Alone - classic.
• The Family Man - good reminder of what success is, and is not.
• Bad Santa - if you're looking for some laughs.
• Just Friends - for those "i used to be a loser but now i'm cool but still lonely for christmas" ppl. trust me, it'll make you feel better afterwards.

Good luck w/ finals peeps. stick it out, you can do it. don't ever sell yourself short and just believe. Faith i have in you all, Hope will keep us going through the rough times, and Love... Love is what makes it all worthwhile. Good luck!

*When you wake up early in the morning
Feeling sad like so many of us do
Hold a little soul
And make life your goal
And surely something's gotta come to you
And you gotta say it's alright
Say it's alright
It's alright, have a good time
Cause it's alright
Whoa it's alright

His name is Mick Allen... Bitch!

When you work in an industry where only 5 out of 100 people make it through their first year, it's no surprise when one or two of them suddenly becomes "sick" and disappears. To be frank, you almost expect it sometimes. reps come and go as frequent as i take showers. every month or so you see a new batch coming in full of ambition, and the eagerness to strive for their own, to make their dreams come true. and weeks goes by, months, hundreds of contacts, countless miles driven, hours and hours spent, you see their fire slowing dying out. some hides it better than others, some you can see on their face, their attitude, work ethic, crocked tie, sloppy dress, alcohol stains. And you can always tell by their eyes. it's like you can actually see the fire diminishing, quite depressing actually... yet, strangely exciting at the same time.

This is a tribute to Mick Allen, the class of July 06'. First of all, Thanks for not telling me about it! seriously, i'm always the last to know in the loop. Dave didn't tell me anything either, it's like... um... i think he's here... maybe he's sick? .... next thing you know Ted's giving a speech. fuck. But congratz on the new job! don't know the details but it sounds like a good fit for your situation. it'd be nice to start having some dough in your pocket every now and then, maybe next time you can buy me drinks instead of stealing them. I'll miss having you in the office, more so as a drinking partner than a role play partner, 'cause you suck at role playing. seriously, gotta get those set-up's down. a warrior on the phone, monster at set apps, super-duper at getting refs, but you stink like sweaty-summer-feet when it comes to INW. really... Oh well, at least you're not as bad as MacDonald. oh MacDonald... what should we do with you. don't get me started.

You sir, are not like the others. you might not be the smartest of them all, or the most dedicated one out of the group, or even the best looking one (sorry, that one's pretty much a given. it's very hard when ppl are pared up against my good looks, it's just in the genes.), but one thing you got Allen, is that you got balls. yes you do. And a greek women once told me that "in this business, it's all about the balls, the one with the most balls wins." It's true. Almost every who leaves says that they can make it in this business, but it's just not what they wanted. i think that's bullshit. 95% of the ppl can't make it in the buz 'cause it's hard, but you sir, are that 5%. don't ever doubt yourself, 'cause i've been around long enough to know that you're going to be successful.

I'll miss all the great times, in office and out of office. fireside by hedgewood, giving stole booze to the poor, how you're always making sure everyone's buckled up, the hot wings at ringo's and the burning poop the morning after, taking the insurance test 3 times, crashing costco party, getting your nose broken and fucken laugh about it. damn it allen. you're the only true irish man i know... wish you all the best down in cali, make something of this business. we're not crazy when we signed up for it, you and me both know that this is where you belong. go down there and kick some ass, give them hell, you're Mike Allen bitch!

Don't worry about the team, we'll take good care of ourselves. everyone knows that i'm the boss of the gang anyways, we just let you tack along every once in awhile 'cause we think you're funny. keep in contact, just know that now when you're down there, you'll have to drink enough for the both of us. i'll give you a call from town square when i made it through level III.

to health,

Waykool, the last of class July 06'.

May the sun road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May the Lord hold you in the palm of His hands.

- old irish blessing.

Happy Thanksgiving

have a good one out there. be safe... but not too safe. :)

don't get sick.

Saturday(s)

the great thing about not being is student is that we have no HOMEWORK! yes, i know and i'm sorry. but maybe one day, you too can be as cool as us working class. However, the one down fall about the working class is that we... have to work. And after a long week of fun-filled work, saturdays are like the happy hour in one's daily routine. we cherish every moment of our day to the second. and on the saturdays that we aren't forced to work, this is my normal routine.

wake up by noon
lunch
football
nap
dinner
finish football
fellowship/activity
downtown

it's a great routine, cherish to the last second of it. just great... somehow, we always managed to end up downtown, it's like its inevitable. much like drinking on the weekends.

so last night was no exception. the only one thing that was special about it was that... i was sober.

yep, it's true. i don't know how it happened, but i manage to stay sober*. some ppl thinks that you can't have fun if you're sober, eh... i beg to differ, last night was quite interesting.

highlights:
- a whole 5th of rum as pre-funk.
- an appearance in the ladies' bathroom. there were only TWO stalls! no wonder why the lines are so long.
- having my shoes puked on... twice... i loved it both times.
- raccoons!
- driving a sports car
- driving a sports car on the sidewalk
- driving a sports car on light rail tracks
- riding shot-gun w/ driver having 11 shots that night at 4am
- having the honor of seeing the mileage counter turned 80,000 miles.

all in all, i say it was a pretty fun night.

*sober: having 5 or less shots, and the last shot consumed was at least 2 hours ago.

how is that possible?

i'm not the cleanest person in the world, those of you who know me or have lived w/ me and testify to that. currently i average about 2 or maybe 3 showers on a weekly basis, as long as i'm showering more than the disciples back in the days or there's no skin irritations of any sort, then i'm good. aside from body hygiene, i usually let the mess in my room build up to a certain unbearable degree and then have one giant clean-up party, i just find it more efficient that way.

for the past two months i've been building a 2nd home in my car, especially my trunk. it's kinda like a closet/storage/dead-body transport space all rolled into one. i could practically live out of my car, and i have been. it's great having 3 wardrobes right there whenever you needed it. but then it got to the point of crazyness mess... it felt like i'm losing gas mileage because of all the excess junk i've been carrying in the car.

so i've decided to give the my car (aka: the monkey) a makeover the other day, an inner makeover...

as i was cleaning out the trunk, i noticed that on one of my tie that i had left in there, there was a small area that were chewed up... and i thought:
"hmm.. weird. ties don't rot do they? no... maybe it was some crazy tie-eating insects, like a moth or something.."

so i continued on with my cleaning, then i found one of my cotton shirt all chewed up in a ball fuzz and i'm like,
"okay... i think there's something in my trunk."

i looked closer and saw that there were little pieces of black rectangle dots on the sole of my shoes (shoes: i had 3 pairs).

"black dots? wait, no... those are droppings!! WTF?"

There were shitloads of droppings everywhere!!! well, just at the soles of my shoes. it's funny how it's only at the soles and not anywhere else, perhaps it's because of the smell? i don't know...

anyways, by the amount and the size of droppings, plus the chewed up shirts, and one left-over bagel i came to the conclusion that:
1) there's something living in here.
2) it better not be a mouse.
3) i hope its not a family.

it's really suspenseful trying to clean out your trunk knowing that the next item you've uncovered could open a can of whiskers. so the whole time i was tense and *cough* somewhat scared. but i pushed on thru.

i found this mysterious plastic bag with unknown content within. it looked highly suspicious 'cause it'd be the perfect nesting area among the pile of mess. so i picked up the bag and dropped it on the ground hoping that if in case, it would scared them out and run away peacefully. as i dropped the bag, i noticed there was definitely something compact and heavy in there 'cause 1) it felt heavy, and 2) it made a thud as it hit the floor. but nothing happened... no mouse, no movement, no luck. so i opened the bag for interrogation and realizes that the compact and heavy thing in there was just my camera... my digital camera. i've been looking for this thing for months, well, i guess i found it.

i could have sworn that i heard chirping as i was cleaning out the car, the whole time i was prepped for something to jump out at me but it never happened. so thus it could only lead to one of the following conclusion:

best case scenario: the creature had left just as mysterious as it first arrived, and the only passenger left in the monkey is me... and my friends. the end.
worst-case scenario: the creature creates a hive under the spare tire and develops a colony of little creatures and one day takes over the monkey and drives away leaving me carless.
most-likely scenario: me driving down I-5 one sunny day and the creature jumps out in an act of desperation and kills us both as we plummet down a 50-ft cliff.

i really hope it'll just freeze to death this winter and all i have to do is follow the smell to find the body. that'd be the easiest.

on the plus side, my car is clean now. anyone wants a ride?

I think i'm going to boston.

If you're passionate about something, like really passionate about it. would you..
a) do nothing about it.
b) do something about it.

...and if you do do something about it, do you think you would fail at it?

how do we know what our passion is? ah, there's the rub-da-rub-rub. and what is passion? is it something that keeps us going, waking us up in the morning, a reason for living? and LIVE, damn, how few of us ever really experience that on a daily basis. how many of you can wake up everyday and look yourself in the mirror and say that you are living the life that you dream of living? not many, but yet we dream... we wait because we dream, we dream because we want to live, and we live... to work.

now, this is not meant to all depressing and sad, but perhaps merely a different perspective. if you feel this way, like you're not going anywhere, stuck between a brick and a hard place, then maybe it's time to do something about it. i believe in hard work and how well it'll pay off in the future. but if that future is not your passion, then it'd be hard to live life.

i think i'm gonna have to do something about it... 'cause i can't wait much longer. and i'd bet if i'm really passionate about it, then i can make it work. guess that's as a good of a way to find out about your passion as any.

hai, i think i'm gonna change my deadline to the 20th of jan. damn, that's coming up soon. okay... let's roll.

work brings aggers to my head.

ps. my friend's hosting a party at mcfadden's this friday, free vip passes to all those who wants to come, it's a hostess competition and she's trying to get as many ppl as she can. let me know by wednesday if you're interested. come out and support my friend!!!

it's raining like cats and dogs!!!

i never did really understand what that means. oh well.

couple things i like to address first so there won't be anymore distractions for you guys, the girl in the picture is 1) not me, and 2) no i didn't take the picture so i don't know who she is, and i don't have her contact information either... and she does not have myspace.

now that we cleared that up, we can move on to the real reason why ppl visit this poor site of mine, david's awesomeness. sometimes i walked by girls too fast when i'm not careful, and thus causing them to break their own neck... it's sad i know, such a tragic gift. So umm... i kinda checked my profile today, like i do on a hourly basis, and you know what i noticed?? we've broke over 200 profile views!!! muh-hahahaa. i guess i do have some friends, or stalkers. either way, we've made it, and that's all that matters. now if we can just start engaging some conversation out of you guys that would be magnificent. just glorious.

you know, come to think of it, i don't exactly know who reads this thing 'cause if i were to list out all the ppl that ever left me a comment before i would have... six friends, one stranger, and 3 anonymous... which does not add up to 218! hmm... what am i doing wrong... oh, i know! i've neglected the needs of my fans. fear not my people, your fan voice has been heard. from now on, this site will be more interaction oriented. no longer will people just come here after a rough day at work/school/bathroom and be cheered up by david's embrassing yet strangly amousing stories. no longer will we be forced to live the life that the society made us to live and act like everything is ok. no longer will we sit here and do nothing while the world passes us by!

i have a dream that one day blogger/facebook/myspace will be judged not by the number of views/pokes/friends, but by the content and the expression our own creative thoughts.

i have a dream that this place can become a gateaway place for those who are weary, tired, and lonely. for them to come and leave just a bit more energetic, warm, and cared-for. for us to build a community of soil, so that we can all see how earthly we all are. and yet, full of nutrient and life.

i have a dream that one day my seven kids can look back at this and see how their dad, after all these years of harsh discipline and tough love, is really... just a dork. like you.

together, we can take this to the next level. and if you really think about it, there's not much to lose and all there is to gain. we can do it, you can help. so here's the rules,
- everytime you visit this website you must do one of the following:
1) comment on the blog topic
2) tell us something about your day
3) answer the daily interaction question*
4) show someone else about the blog
5) do nothing

option 5 is really not gonna get us anywhere... just want to clear that up. yep.

here goes nothing... the DIQ*

Q: we've all had those grade school romances, whether it be the long ones that lasted 3 days and a morning, or the short ones that went on from period 2 to period 6. the point is that we've all had them, i hope. if so, tell us about it. who was it :) how long did it last, who asked who out, what was the method? maybe letters? i don't know, you tell me!

and of course, i'll start off...
in 5th grade, back in the days of being a FOB *cough* (yes i grew out of it... okay i lied). anyways, back in 5th grade there were only 2 asians in our school, there were more... but it feels like two, one girl one me. and her name was... for confidentiality let's just call her... LUNA! muh-haha. so there were just me and her, and because she was cute and i was skinny, everyone thinks we're perfect for each other, and all our friends would try to hook us up through very subtle tricks like a) locking us together in a room and not letting us out, b) calling nicknames like luna-lover, and c) took a bow and arrow to school and shot her in the heart and then pointed fingers at me. the last one never worked out but you guys pretty much get the picture... i don't think we were ever offically bf/gf, but man, it really did mess me up w/ girls till middle school. or high school... okay, till last friday, there happy? bah!

so there's that. yep, now it's YOUR turn!!!

- sorry luna :) sometimes you just gotta take one for the team. hugs and kisses. dork!

let's just hope that i know what i'm doing.

brought a new cd. snow patrol. yaya!

the thing about life is that it's always changing. and that's life. sometimes when the changes happens too fast life can become stressful, and when it's too slow, life's boring. But with the right amont of change in one's life, at a pace that suitable to our own abilities, life can be, and is... interesting. if not, exciting. now, doesn't that sound nice.

life's been intersting this past week. for good and the bad. some of the worst experience i've encountered in years mixed between some of the best experiences, from all up high and swell in business down to near the bottom in a matter of day, from crazy work to crazy social to crazy rest. but at the end of the week, after all is said and done, it's just another week that passed by in this thing we called life.

now tomorrow, is another day, another week, another start. what happened last week can deteremine the events that will happen this week, or can it? this week is going to be a good week, 'cause i've decided it. and i'll let you know how it goes... next week.

week in short:
- okay monday
- bad tuesday
- weird wednesday
- good thursday
- rollercoaster friday
- party saturday
- rest sunday

notes-
- beavers beat asu 44-10.
- blazers beat minni 88-86 at home. rec: 2/1

if i lay here, if i just lay here.
would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't know what to say...

She's dying,
and there's nothing I can do about it.

I'm sorry that I didn't take the time to know you better. It's a quarter to 2 and I'm looking through our yearbook remembering how joyful you are. Always there for your friends whenever they needed you, loyal by their side, and never draw attention to yourself. You were never the center of attention, even when you were sick. I've never once heard you complain, even tho you've survived death, once... There were 4 pictures of you in the yearbook. And in 2 of them you were helping out w/ a school project, some volunteer thing that others probably thought they were all too cool for at the time. And yet, you took the time. I know you are never going see this, but I just wanted people to know... I'm sorry.

There's no one in town I know

You gave us some place to go.

I never said thank you for that.

I thought I might get one more chance.

What would you think of me now,

so lucky, so strong, so proud?

I never said thank you for that,

now I'll never have a chance.

May angels lead you in.

Hear you me my friends.

On sleepless roads the sleepless go.

May angels lead you in.

So what would you think of me now,

so lucky, so strong, so proud?

I never said thank you for that,

now I'll never have a chance.

May angels lead you in.

Hear you me my friends.

On sleepless roads the sleepless go.

May angels lead you in.

May angles lead you in.

May angles lead you in.

And if you were with me tonight,

I'd sing to you just one more time.

A song for a heart so big,

God wouldn't let it live.

May angels lead you in.

Hear you me my friends.

On sleepless roads the sleepless go.

May angels lead you in.

May angels lead you in.

- hear you me, jimmy eat world

dear journal...

friday afternoon-
just found out that those crusaders won't let me and sam to the retreat 'cause we're outsider...aka, non-students. sad... crusade and their rules man, that's rough. i had everything planned to the dot, even told my dad that i'll be gone for the weekend. oh well, if i can't go to the retreat, i'll bring the retreat here...

saturday-
11:23am
laying on my bed... alone. just the way i like it. i love sleeping by myself, i think it's the greatest feeling in the whole wide world. if i'd be married, i sleep in seperate beds. my wife will be like, "let's cuddle together...pleeeease?", and i'd be like "get off me fool!", and kick her off the bed. yep. single greatest feeling in the world.

you know what's even better than waking up in the morning by yourself? waking up in the morning by yourself w/ your dad standing next to you. yep. dad walked into the room 45 minutes ago and was surprised to see me sleeping here. i think i shocked him.

11:26am
oww. there's this burning sensation on my right index finger, like a 3rd degree burn or something... hmm. oh yea. ha, that's right. i was picking up burning logs last night. it was cold, and someone have to keep the fire going. so i volunteered. also, i'm sensing this strong urge to poop. usually, after a good night of drinking i always have the urge to poop, and it usually comes out foul and funky... it's inevitable.

11:30am
don't really feel like pooping yet, the seats probably too cold. instead, i rather watch some football!!! UCLA's playing the fighting irish. nice.

12:45pm
went out to arby's w/ dad for lunch. almost wanted to puke after 2 bites into the roast beef. but i sucked it up and finished it like a man... personally, arby was not the best choice at the time. i wanted to poop before lunch but didn't had the chance or the courage... there were no bathroom's at arby... i hate it when i have to plug. ow, my finger hurts.

1:30pm
got back home, UCLA's up by 4pts in the fourth. after lunch we went to auto zone to buy some parts for my dirty car. For the past 3 months we had trouble opening the passenger doors because i accidently broke off the lock handle... it took EXTRA effort to open doors. was quite annoying i might add. i thought about selling the car because of it...

1:33pm
finished installing the broken car lock. it took all together maybe 3 mintues... damn. i thought to myself 1) why i didn't do this 2 months ago. 2) great. now you have no excuse to buy a new car... damn door locks.

3pm
OMG!! that game was crazy! UCLA's up by 4pt w/ 3 mintues left and the possession of the ball. it seemed like a big upset was well under way and the party's about to begin in cali. then the irish got the ball back after they punted it with 1:06 left on the clock and no timeouts, at their own 20. And get this... brady quinn and the lucky irish took it all the way down the field in 36 seconds and won it!! it took 4 plays, no huddle, great, just great, clock managment. what a heartbreak, ouch. not for me tho, it was crazy... good game. that brady quinn, damn.

3:24pm
thank heavens, finally pooped... i feel so much better. flushed twice.

4pm
showered.... hair still smells like smoke from the last night tho. the finger burn hurts more when wet. and it smells like campfire everytime i picked my nose... i think i picked it about 5 times in the last hour, and well on pace to hit the centry mark by dinner. i take pride in my clean nositrals. the nails are another topic.

4:15pm
i think i'm getting black lungs... hair's still smoky after shower. oh well, no time to shower again 'cause Jeremiah's coming over and we're going to the saturaday market!!!! YIIIIIIPIY! i haven't been there in 5 years i think.

4:55pm
it took us forever to get there... jeremiah drove.

5:45pm
what a nice day! the sun, the warmth, and the fresh air. Mmm. good stuff. i saw vera! whom i have not seen in 4 years.... and brought myself a ring. ya-ya. it's cool. i like it. and it's 5 bucks. yea. and also a duck bracelet, you know, to accessoraize.

6:40pm
had dinner at lloyd center... i ordered a large drink at micky d's just for the monopoly pieces... but they didn't give me any. i was pissed. now i'm waiting outside to be picked up by connie and friend ruth, we're going to sarah moon's concert!! and it's cold outside!!!

7:06pm
man, the drive was rough. we almost died... the place was literally maybe 10 blocks away from lloyd center, and if it had been 20 blocks, i don't think we would have made it. this is the first time since a loong time that i didn't drove. i miss driving... gave connie my coke, they cheat me out of monopoly pieces.... sad.

9pm
the concert was good. yea. good stuff. finger stopped hurting. i'm healed! good job sarah.

9:30pm
got dropped off at the max station at rose garden, just in time to catch the yellow line into downtown. sweetness.

9:34pm
got off at the chinatown stop. destination: 23rd and burnside. better start walking... good thing it was nice outside. i enjoyed it quite a bit. good concert. band really helped.

9:45pm
chinatown's scary at night by yourself. good thing i'm wearing my badass trailblazer hat.

9:55pm
23rd's farrrrrrr. i swear there's like 5 streets between 21st and 23rd, cause it took forever. i started at 2nd street.

10:15pm
finally here... i feel kinda sweaty. me co-workers are not here yet, nor is me friends... time to time some pictures and let the night begin!

11:30pm
amy said that she never seen me drunk before... and i said "really? guess i'll have to show you."

1:45am
i showed her. now she knows, and knowing, is half the battle.

3:00am
got a ride home from hai :) yippy. guess it all worked out.

3:25am
dad woke up and came in to check on me... the joy of living w/parents.
gotta be up by 9 for work.... hmm... damn crusade.

PRESSPLAY

I'm bring blogging back.

let tuesday oct. 17th, 2006 be remembered as the day that 1) david got off work and was home before it was dark outside for the first time since august (only to go back to work again later that night and didn't get home till 10:30pm), and 2) the debut of p.diddy's newest album... PRESSPLAY. and yes, you bet-cha, i brought it.

jealous? don't be.

why? 'cause it sucks.

I was wondering why it came out all of the sudden and i had heard nothing about it till i learned it from Jay Leno last week. there's a reason why we haven't heard any of his songs on the radio... it's cause they suck. and yet, quite ironically, i'm listening to it right now.

it doesn't have good beat to dance to, the lyrics are redundant, the vocals are non-existent, and yet i've been somewhat strangely addicted to this CD because of one thing... his swagger*. you know, massive swagger, like attitude, confidence, drive, and determination. "I am the King" of hip-hop sort of thing. And that is his thing. music is his vehicle and he's taking full advantage of it to get his message out. and that's power.

it's been brought to my attention that no one really blogs anymore... it's either that or i don't have any friends. i refuse to believe i don't have any friends, and thus leads to the conclusion that no one really blogs anymore. i am guilty of this charge as well as i haven't not been keeping up to date lately. today i went on some random sites on blogger and boy was it sad... the 1st one's in japanese, the 2nd's a nerd's journal about some festival, follow by one in french, then an angry one (i think the tin-man needs help), and wraps up with a typical conversation of a 11-yr old girl that brings aggers** to my head. (i left a note on her tag to express my feelings)

On a plus note i noticed that my profile view has jumped from 135 to a new record high of 154! (yes. i check it religiously) Thus telling me that the demand for blog reading is high while the supply is seemly looooooowww. This is a major problem in our generation. dare i say major? MAJOR i said! and it is our duty to tell the "goodnews" to everyone. what are the reasons for not blogging?
1- my life's not worth mentioning cause it sucks.
2- i'm too lazy
3- me no english
4- it's too time consuming
5- i'm a reader, not a writer

if that was the case, then some of the benefits of blogging are:
1- by forcing yourself to blog. you will either notice things in your daily routine that are interesting or, better yet, start living an interesting life. thereby, turning your sucky life into one that's hippy-kay-yay.
2- it will bring discipline in your life and the start of being productive.
3- you're a fob... you learn english?
4- it will teach you better time management. yes. yes. it will. i think i heard it on TLC once.
5- with writing you have cotrol... umm.. cotole?... no control. yea, there we go. whereas reading, you have no control over the material at all. yep.

we have the privilege of voicing our thoughts to the WWW - WholeWideWorld - and that's pretty big. like bigger than china. yea. it's power. it's at your deposal. use it. So let all blogger unite. it's time to bring blogging back.



*swagger- not penis. i know you're thinking about it, sean "diddy" combs, you know... no need to lie to yourself, there' s no one here except for you and me. And i won't judge you, unless you're a guy... then you're gay.
** aggers- Agony. pain. ouchi.

on a funny note: today our mentor accidently drew a big penis on the board. we had a good laugh about it.
Also, I understand that many of you are very upset over the fact that i spent good money on a crappy cd. don't be. it's okay. it was on sale and i was able to use my monopoly bestbuy bucks for it. yay for monopoly.

Be there. Or be a dork. it's your choice.

Oct 20 - 22, 2006
Fall Conference @Twin Rocks Camp
Rockaway Beach, OR

Don't be a dork.

can't sleep? it's blogging time!

i should be sleeping by now figuring tomorrow's monday, and that means it's the beginning of another crazy rough week at work, one can use all the rest he can get. unfortunately... i kinda fell asleep around 7ish tonight.. so i'm feel quite awake now after a 3hr nap. it's blogging time.

1. got husled again last night. But this time its not by some random girl that just wanted a free drink, this time it's actually for a good cause, and it felt nice. met a bum named andrew, bought him 2 taco's for 2.50 and another 5 for his girlfriend elizabeth who he said had the same name as his mom. i don't really think he has a girlfriend but hey he needed the 5 bucks, and the tacos for that matter. the guy practically swallow the whole thing in 2 bits. turns out that he used to be in a gang down in LA, came up this summer, no work, no shelter. it's getting damn cold outside w/ all the rain. hmm.. that's rough. he gave me a calculator for the tacos... i tried not to take it but he insisted. he then asked me to pray for him and his girlfriend... sounds weird...but it really wasn't that awkward at that time. I'd buy him food anyday instead of getting a drink for a girl.

2. told myself that i wouldn't go out till halloween 'cause i need a break. well. that didn't happen. for one week, just one week, i'd like to just watch a movie on tv w/ my friends, have some popcorn, soda, and pizza, maybe play some poker or whatnots. you know, like before 21. that'd be nice.

3. it's getting damn cold. and crazy rain came down today. i liked the rain, it's about time. all these sunny october days were making me worried till the rain finally came today. it's oregon, it should be cold and depressing this time of the year. a girl i know down in LA loves the rain because 1) it only rains 5 hours a year there and, 2) it washes everything away and give it a new clean look. I like that perspective, water is the essence of life. without the rain oregon would look like cali, and that would be bad.

4. sorry to the peeps that i neglect lately. it's been busy and most times when i get home i just want to relax... and drink beer on the weekends :) give me sometime, i'll turn it around.

5. whoever thought that i would be a good sunday school teacher is 1) not right in their heads or 2) have not attended sunday school in their life. and it's not really sunday school, it's the freaken youth group, which consists of... 4 ppl. tops. if that. today there were 2. and they're related. there are six things that are wrong w/ this youth group:

1. their leader is an acoholic
2. a group consists of 3 and more ppl, we met that number once in the last 3 weeks.
3. the fact that their leader is not getting fed or being prepared for the studies cause he's always out till 4am on saturday nights because he's so dedicated in bring sexy back is probably not good.
4. one of the 4 kids don't speak english... it's a challenge.
5. i have one of those beneath the skin zits that lurks around like a old grandma at bingo night. it hurts when i touch it. i kept on touching it... in fact, i'm touching it right now.
6. we didn't pray today... damn it. i forgot.

but besides that i think there's potential for something great to come out of this group. it'll be a learning experience for all of us. maybe i should be praying about it... He knows what He's doing.

On a related note, a girl i know got rejected for communion because she called "it" a "cookie." it was hilarious... thank God for humor.

jones #4
- feelings of goodwill to all should lighten your mood.

yay.

Nothing unusual, nothing's changed
Just a little older that's all
You know when you've found it,
There's something I've learned
'Cause you feel it when they take it away

Something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
But I'm not a miracle
And you're not a saint
Just another soldier
On the road to nowhere

-d. rice

jones #3
"achieving peace of mind is a most worthwhile goal."

I'm bring sexy back.

I don't know how, I don't know where, but this i know for sure. I'm bring sexy back.

who? me.
when? soon.
why? 'cause the world needs it.

Today is Thursday, that means it's the last day of my appointments for the week. Tomorrow i'll be in the office w/ meetings and preping for next week and setting up appointments and whatnots. And today, I just so luckly got done w/ my appointment at the scheduled time, 10pm. the night's early, and i could sure use a break. So i drove my sexy back to the refectory (bar/club/food) to meet up w/ some friends. It tooked me 40 minutes to get there 'cause i was all the way in sherwood. sheeeeeerwood. whatever. Back to bring sexy back. Being a dang good finacial advisor that i am, i have this new profound confidence in myself. So me and my friends had some drinks and we decided to go and meet some girls that were at the club. you know, to bring sexy back.

I believe i got shut downed. wait let me think... yea, i got shut downed. it was right after i pulled out my business card and tried to recurit one of the girls to see if she wanted to work for our company. she and her friend left suddently after that.

The moral of this story?

1) I'm bring sexy back. Not sure how, or when. but eventually. and surely.
2) business card does crap in picking up girls. might as well handed them monopoly money.
3) you can earn money at any job (except where i work), but to earn self-confidence, you gotta put yourself outside of your comfort zone.

jones says "you will soon receive compliments on your stlye."

watch out world. I'm bring sexy back. ....once i perfected the "how"

Jones Soda Co.

I like Jones Soda. Not for the taste, but for the style. I think it looks great, happy pictures on the cover that makes me feel happy by just looking at it. The taste however, is another thing. The taste itself ain't bad, but it leaves this dry feeling in the back of your throat after drinking it, so I usually have to drink water whenever i drink Jones. However, I still like it because it comforts me.

Recently, I purchased 2-four packs of Jones soda. because 1) I had no better way to spend my foodstamp, and 2) It looks cool. As an unsuspected bonus, there were these fortunes on the back of the caps and boy they sure know how to market their sugar water. I think i'm in love w/ Jones Soda.

Jones said "A new chapter in your life is being written."

Hmph. I concord.

Tribute to the great

Let September 3, 2006 be remembered as:
1. One hot day in David's room (located in direct sunlight on the west side of the house).
2. The death of our favorite lizard hunter, Steve Irwin.
3. The farewell of Andre Agassi.

"I think we can find excuses in life or we can find inspirations. I've always tried to find inspirations."
-Andre Agassi, Sept. 3rd, 2006

I think i peed on my tie...

I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes.

After that I liked jazz music.

Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way.

I used to not like God because God didn't resolve. But that was before any of these happened.

- Donald Miller, intro to blue like jazz.

Lalala, Do-be-di-do!

Sometimes, I wake up in the morning thinking "what the fuck am i doing w/ my life." And then logic comes in and comfort me by saying "your life is fine. you're life is great. you lack in nothing and have the dream job that you always wanted." Then after 15 minutes... I feel better.

That's sometimes, but most of time i'm just too late for work that all that goes in my head is "fuck. i'm late again... damn."

So one day at work... weeks ago, when i was fresh new at work something happened. It was quite embrassing and it happened in the bathroom. For those of you who don't know any better, I work at this financial service firm as a financial advisor, we have a dress code and have to dress up in suit and tie at work. Which at first seemed like a bonus 'cause i love dressing up, but after wearing the same pants and shoe for the past 2 months, i'm starting to change my mind. You can only accessorize so much before your clients starts noticing that you're dirt cheap. note to self: Buy some DAMN suits! Anyways, back to my embrassing moment... I'd say that it happend on a hot July afternoon. We just got done with our class for the day and was studying for my series 6 test. I suddently had the urge to stop by the pool and drop off the kids. I figured that it was a good time for a break and went to the bathroom. When i got in i saw that someone had left the USA Today by the john and i thought to myself "Yay, lucky day!" So i picked up the paper and started reading, after laying down the toilet cover of course. I sat down and thought nothing about it and went on with my business. I'm not sure how you ladies does it when you gals go take a number two (and quite frankly, i don't want to know.) But for us guys, and by guys i meant me, we tend to unload the liquid first before the mass. You know, like the saying, "liquid before mass, never been lighter!" or something among that line... So anyways, I started peeing and going about my business when i sense something was not right. There was this unusual wetness around my thigh area, I pulled my eyes away from the sports section and looked down to investigate this unusual matter, then I noticed that my tie was actually dropped down into the toilet and the splashing was a result from me peeing on my tie! This discovery send me to a full disclosure of the dam and a lock down at the pool until further investorgation. Upon checking up on the tie, the good news was there was minimal evidence that this event ever occured. I had to think twice about what just happened because the tie looked somewhat fine (horray for water-resistance). Thus, I did what any logical male would do in such situation, I continue on and finished my business at the pool and wear the tie on my neck like nothing had ever happened for the rest of the day.

Sometimes we do stupid things like peeing on your tie, or other things like.... peeing on your tie. But let's not let these set backs ever keep us away from reaching our goal and passion in life. Passion takes time. Passion takes persistance. And passion takes work, in order for it to work. And it's not easy, no one every said that it would be easy. That's why it's so special when you finally get there. Just remember that all these are just trials, so that you may be complete, in lacking nothing when you've obtained your destiny and lives out your passion.

whatever, i'm done.

--- this essay is rated pg-13 for strong language. I tend to use foul language in two situations. 1) when i'm thinking in my head, and 2) when i'm drinking.

I'm drinking.

Don't let the sun past you by

Those who known me for awhile will testify to the fact that i wear t-shirts with my name on it. usually with a big "DAVID" right in the middle of my chest. I think it's pretty normal, not to mention cool, thing to do, but lately i'm having second thoughts. It's been brought to my attention that i am the only person in the whole-wide-world that actually wears t-shirt with their names on it. Hmm... thus led to the thought that either I AM either the coolest and baddest dude alive on the plant. Or, dare i say it. Been making a huge FOOL of myself for the past 3 years. Hmm...

The great thing about wearing your name on your chest is that everyone knows your name, and the downside about it is that... EVERYONE knows your name. Sometimes, not often. i'd say 3 out of 10 times i go out w/ my name on my chest, i run into strangers who for no reason at all feels like I am their bestest buddy because they know my name, and make seemly smart remarks like... "hey DAVID!"... or here's my favorite... "HI DAVID!" Great. awesome. The worst part about it is that it is never an attractive girl that says that, i'd be lucky if i get that from a girl at all. Usually it's a guy. Tall, Caucasian, ugly, red-faced. awesome... I guess what i'm trying to say is that 2 straight days w/ your name hanging on your chest is probably not the best idea. Perhaps i should start coordinating my weekly wardrobe.

Spent some time up at rocky butte today. Did a little studying up there and happened to caught the sunset. The weather was perfect. it was quite hot in the house but outside, up on that butte with the gentle breeze through your toes and the panoramic view of the gorge... it was quite perfect. there was this cloud out in the distance, it was not a big cloud, just a little vapor in the air. it looked quite easy on the eyes with my aviator shades on. The light from the sun was hitting it just right so that half of it was this amazing reddish color while the other half was glowing bright light. It looked so peaceful that if i weren't an educated man i would say that there lies heaven. I stayed there till sunset, the breeze had chilled to a nice comfortable cool. And watched the whole sunset. There was a moment, just when the sun was about to hide behind the mountain, just right before the last ray of light leaves my face, i took my eye off it. I looked down at this runner passing me by down the steps, and when i leveled my eyes again, it was gone. That was it, in a matter of a split second, the moment passed by. And the only thing i can think about at the time was ...how sad. that the runner who passed me by missed out on the moment.

Life's been crazy lately. Hmm... funny, that sounds familiar. Actually, life is crazy. life is busy. life is time consuming. tiring, sleep depriving, summer school studying, work till you drop CRAZY! we run, and run, and strive to make ourselves a stronger person, fit, cut to perfection, in our own world. may it be school, work, church, party, we strive till we are too tired to go on anymore. A hand full of rest in better than two hands striving after the wind.

Rest. don't let the sun past you by.

tying it all back to the t-shirt issue. For those who thought that wearing your name on your chest is only for FOOLS i'd say.... I'm DAVID HWANG damn it! David Hwang does not play by your silly little rules, David Hwang cannot be contained, He cannot be labeled for he is un-label-able. And most importantly, David Hwang is special. in a good way :) For those who are too busy too see that with their eyes, they're letting the Sun past by right in front of their eyes.

Ooooooh! Snap!

Go out and enjoy the sun today. do it NOW!

Impossible is nothing.

Put on my running shoes tonight and went for a short run. It's been a while since last time i put those adidas on, don't know why i waited so long. Have i been that busy?

I've waited 23 years for this day and it finally happened. Yes it did, and it was worth all the wait. So i was finishing up my run and heading back home, i decided to go through the neighborhood streets instead of the main streets 'cause 1) it's a change of pace, and 2) i was going pretty damn slow from my workout and didn't want ppl to see how slow i was jogging.... yep. that was probably the main reason. Anyways, this car came by from the other direction and slowed down, rolled down the window, and I heard a girl holler at me. I got hollered!

I know, i know, it's nothing special for all you girls 'cause you gals get hollered all the time. But you gotta understand, this is the first time someone hollered at me while i was running!!! Well, first time if you don't count the boys. 'cause i got a few of those before... i gotta say, it was not quite as flattering as a girl hollering at you. But back to the story. It was dark at the time, but from the voice the girl sounded pretty hot, or fat. she's got this saucy voice that says, i party and drink. She might be asian 'cause she was driving a suped up honda, but i doubt it... Asians hardly holler. Not to mention a girl.

Sadly, the encounter ended as abrupt as it started. the thing with drive-by hollers is that they tend to drive by. And with runners is that we keep on running. Sorry Asian-wannabe-honda-supercar-saucy-voice-holler, it would never work out between us. So to sum up the night: hot chick in nice car hollered at me, and I ran away. Yea, that sounds about right.

On a related topic, I've been finding these little bugs in my room lately. It's not uncommon to find bugs sometimes, but i've been killing like one or two of them a night. the worst thing is that i they're not even hiding away from me, it's like they're dumb or really really brave. found one on my body last night right before bed, and just now i killed one on the monitor. silly bugs, no respect whatsoever. maybe i should shower more... and clean my sheets.

Works' been keeping me busy. And somewhat drained. Doubts, uncertainties, uncomfortableness are taking a toil mentally. The finish line seems so far away and unreachable. it's like a never ending race and i don't know why we're even running in the first place. But, keep going i must. If there's anything i learned from running is that what seems so impossible at first, can be obtainable with time. there will be pain, there will be sweat, and perhaps encounter some injuries along the way. But with each small stride, you are getting closer to the goal. The thing is that the finish line is always there. There is nothing you can do to move the finish line closer, you have to move yourself. And you begin by taking that first stride, one after the other and just keep moving. Perhaps if you're lucky, someone might holler at you along the way. It'll feel good, I know. But keep running. You'll get home yet.

Follow though

It's 2 am and i'm not tired. You know why? 'cause i just woke up from a 5 hour nap! ha! that's right. i'm stupid...

don't know why or how i was so tired, but after i got home from work tonight, i went straight for the bed. My parents probably thought that i was weird, they'd be like "oh how sad, david has no friends... that's why he's going to bed so early on a friday night. sad.. we must pray for him." lol. yea.

Yep. you guys guessed it. I'm living w/ my parents once again. YAY! happy, happy, joy, joy. But don't feel too sorry for me 'cause i am planning on moving out. I have a plan. It's called "28 or bust!", it's a 5 year plan in which i will be moved out of the house, or i'd be bust... yep. so no pressure on looking for a place to live anytime soon, 'cause my parents loves having me at the house, wants to keep me here forever and have my wife move in with them when i get married. That, and the fact that i get paid nada from my work. My compensation is in the form of this yellow liquid called... beer.

seriously, for the new guys in this business, instead of getting a paycheck every other week, they'd take us out for beer and party. Like today for example, it was bowling and beer after work. which is nice, but so's getting paid money.

Learning so much about mutuals funds, regulations, and other investment vehicles. it's pretty cool, and the more i learn about this stuff the more interesting it gets. which is good, 'cause i'm planning on putting in 15 hours of studying in the next 2 days. gonna re-read the whole text book and take 4 practice exams... feels like i'm a student again.

need to start reading my bible again. it's been awhile and i think it's about that time to start picking it up again. 'cause you know if you're going too far, and i'm about that point. it's gonna be interesting trying to find that balance between work and mission, a lot of times it feels like you can't do both, but that's not the case. I just have to learn how to incorporate the two... with time, it'll happen.

so. yea. if you have financial questions, ask me. It's never too early to start saving for retirement.

Birthday Wish

I want to see miracles, to see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause...

Life after mt. south sister has been quite good. I'm 94% done w/ all the peeling from the 7th degree burn that i suffered on that day. The healing process has been quite an experience... Those who seen me in the past 2 weeks can witness to this, i have gone from ugly, to sick-looking, to skin cancer victim. And now, finally, back to my fine looking self. Don't want to brag or anything, but my face have never looked better! the new skin is so soft and velvety. it's true. you know it. yes yes, say it with me now... "david is one fine looking dude." Just fine tho. don't want to get too conceded you know.

Talked w/ Bo-ram the other day and we figured out that I have the body that every girl wants to have. But not to be with. Skinny, toned, long, and an ass that stops traffic . It's quite true. kinda sad actually. should really start eating more... and perhaps sleep right.

Got 6 hours last night... 'cause i have to get up early for work everyday. Work. it's kinda a loose term... I never took summer school before in my life before, but whoever invented summer school, invented my company's so call "training program". I have not studied this much since freshmen year of college. We're currently fitting a 3 month class in 2 weeks (part 1 of 3 subjects). just finished the 400+ textbook last week (in 5 days) and took my first practice final tonight... Got 62 out of 100. sad. very sad. looks like there's plenty more of studying for me in the future.

Work is great. instead of being paid money, we get to learn about all sorts of great stuff. Which is almost better than money 'cause we all know that knowledge, is...power. Today we're learned about the 3 building blocks for Long-term financial success: savings, insurance, and investment. First is savings, it's a good idea to save enough "emergency fund" in our account to cover for bills for 3-6 months in case of emergencies. Such as disability, or being laid-off, or getting hired at my job. 'cause we don't get jack for the next 3 months... it's great. Power!

I think it's my birthday today. So this can mean only 3 things:
A. Today is the bestest day ever!
B. Free slurppy at Seven-Eleven
C. David is no longer covered under his mom's family health insurance plan. ( david like to live dangerously.... or just stupid...and poor. it seems like david failed at the first building block to long-term financial success)
D. All of the above.

(here a hint: THREE things!) ... or scroll down for answer.

For those who came out w/ me last weekend, hope you all have a good time. thx for coming out, I had a blast. the parts that i can remember anyways. That's all for now, will try to keep posted more in the future. until next time, take good care of yourselves kiddo.

...I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You're raising the dead in me
Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts.
I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.

-Switchfoot, twenty-four.

it's "D" you stupid.

24 hours later...

Sunday 3am:
1 hour later (4am) - we left for Bend, OR.
4 hours later ( 7am)- arrived at Bottom of South Sister, Devils Lake Trailhead.
6 hours later (9am) - we climbed thru the treelines.
9 1/2 hours later (1:30pm) - we pull ourselves up thru the snow field and made it to the "pointy gray rock". Only to realized that we're just half way up.
11 hours later (3pm) - I made it to the summit. The real one.
12 hours later (4pm) - Simon made it to the top.
13 hours later (5pm) - we started our descend.
17 hours later (9pm) - made it back to our car.
23 hours later (2am) - home. body aches, skin burns, knee hurts, leg sore. One mighty mountain down.
24 hours later (3am) - rest... forever.

Brought a cuban cigar to celebrate at the top. Sadly, the air was too thin for matches to burn... next time i'll pack fireworks.

Summer = Garage sale?

Garage sale is a wonderful creation. I love going to them. You never know what you're going to find just around the table, or tray, or box. Anyways, you get some junk that you don't need for a really cheap price. Probably end up never using it, but boy did it feel like you got a bargain. It's like stealing candy from some old couple or something. However, it's a whole different ball game when you're on the other side of the table... or tray, or box.

Our family (my parents) had this wonderful idea of hosting a garage sale. Which is logical concerning how much junk we had piled up in the last 10 years in this house. But boy, it is a pain. First you organized all the junk you have, then you stocked it, then you have to sit outside for a day to sell it. Good thing i'm on my summer vacation, 'cause it sure was quite some work. Nonetheless, it was still a good experience, and i did benefited from it... i guess. let's see here:

- got rid of "junk" to the square root of 55. (even tho half the stuff we sold were junk we brought from other garage sales, recycle i guess. Now it's your junk sucker!)
- got a tan outside for 18 hours. it was more like 5, but 18 sounds badder. I'm working on my farmers tanline. sexy~
- made $59.25 Not bad. Only had to sell like 1.2 million items. seriously, our prices were dirt cheap. we have a 5 cent box! and our most expensive stuff was a TV for $15. most of our stuff were a quarter. One of the lady comment that we must be new at this 'cause our stuff were crazy cheap. Oh well, it's just junk in our eyes.
- re-read "the catcher in the rye" half way done w/ the book today. i'd have to say that's pretty good for someone like me.
- found an opossum nesting in our backyard shed. it's quite cute, we caught it and decided to put it in a box. As soon as it got in the box it pooped everywhere 'cause it was too nervous. silly possum, got the shit scared out of him. Should'da taken a picture, but i left for the night and it was already let free when i got back... sad, maybe next time.

tomorrow is our second day of garage sale. it means i'll have to wake up early, first time this week. probably around 8ish... not looking forward to it. however, i get to sneak away at 1-ish for keith marshall's wedding. he's getting a mrs. marshall tomorrow. cool. congraz.

Need for Purpose.

"If you're not living on the edge... you're taking up too much space."
I feel the need to do something drastic.

There are a few drawbacks when one loses his wallet.
1. you lost your wallet.
2. you are now piss poor. with luck.
3. doom is near for you.
4. and the worst... no more food stamp for you!

Which sucks, 'cause i lost my wallet this weekend. I think i lost it sometime between the softball game and lobster eating contest... Damn those lobsters.

However, there are some benefits if you look at the bright side.
1. you get updated pictures on all your id's
2. i predict a new wallet in my coming future.

Went down to the food stamp place today and luckly got a new card issued. yay! to celebrate i stopped by safeway afterwards and picked me up some steak and king crabs. Mmmm...! to my defense, the king crab was on crazy sale. I got a pound of king crab legs for $5.69! it was regularly priced at $19.99. that's crazy, who would buy it at that price... silly safeway.

In april 1992 a young man from a well-to-do family hitchhiked to Alaska and awalked alone into the wilderness north of Mt. McKinly. His name was Christopher Johnson McCandless. He had given $25,000 in savings to charity, abandoned his car and most of his possessions, burned all the cash in his wallet, and invented a new life for himself. Four months later, his decomposed body was found by a mosse hunter...

Some people think he's stupid, selfish, naive. Just graduated from college, had his whole life in front of him, and threw it all away. But did he? The sad truth is this, most of us will grew old not ever fulfilling our inner desire. Yes, we would be well off, rich perhaps, comfortable and happy. But our adventure, our passion, will be lost. Considered this man blessed. For he accomplished so much more than many of us will in the course of our life time, even if it did cost his life. Silly Chris...

"I'd like to repeat the advice I gave you before, in that I think you really should make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damagining to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun."
- Chris McCandless, Into the Wild. 5 months before his death.

Post number 50!

Yeah. I'd tap that.

We’ve made it team! with all your love and support we've made it to post #50, together. yay! let's have a beer.

It is thirsty thursday. The last thirsty thursday for this one here. Hmm... at times like this it is only suitable for some words or closure. departure. So...here it goes.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

Joel met Clementine.
Joel liked Clementine very much.
Joel went out w/ Clementine.
They had fun, love, passion.
fun, love, passion turned into boredom, bitterness, and anger.
Clementine erased her memories of Joel.
Joel got angry and erase his memories of Clementine as well.
Toward the last process of erasing Joel's memory of Clementine he realizes how much fun they had in the beginning, and how much they loved one another. They rediscovered their passion. But the more they rediscover that passion, the more of it is being erased. They regret erasing their memory of each other.
At the very last of the process, where Joel and Clementine first met each other, after this Joel and Clementine are no more:

Clementine: This is it Joel. It’s going to be gone soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?

What do we do? What do we do at times like these? How do we put into words and actions the emotions that are zipping through inside? It’s hard to comprehend, hard to describe this feeling. So, what do we do?

Joel: Enjoy it.

School will be done and over with in seven days. Forever.

For all those out there who are in the same shoes.

Seven days. Enjoy it.

To: BoRam, hope you had a happy birthday kid. Not too embrassing i hope. I think i'll take you're advise and get my ass kicked by love. i'll let you know how it goes.

Deal of the day: I brought this random CD at the OSU bookstore for a buck fifty! It was in the 90% off section. Leona Naess. I like it.

Global Day of Prayer!

Today is the Global Day of Prayer! yes. yes, it is. yay for this glorious day. join with us today as 220 million christians from 156 nations join in together in prayer and intimacy with the Lord. For today, i dont' care who you are, what you believe, or how independant you think you might be, for today, take some time out for sabbath. For reflection, for intimacy, for yourself. Give this day, this one day, to the Lord. My friends, i'll be praying for all of you today, and may God bless you w/ all His blessings he had in store for you.


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Super-duper.

It's not everyday that one have the opportunity to pull an all nighter cramming for finals. Well luckily, tonight is my night. So here's me, 1 energy drink, 1 midnight meal, and 4 out of 18 tax return questions later... realizing 10 super-duper things that are really wrong w/ me.

10. For a guy who's taking only 10 credits, in which 2 of them are physical activity classes, I should have no excuse to be cramming. Super seniors don't cram, we just let it slide.
9. Been working out lately. Want to gain some weight and look nice for the ladies come summer. Unfortunately, instead of getting big, all i'm doing is getting buffer. I looked like Flanders from the Simpsons with his shirt off. Scary buff. I just want to gain weight, not become
like some beast! man, gotta get on that beer diet.
8. I pick my nose as often as i breath.
7. I have this pimple on my face for the past 5 days. It's one of those super resilient ones that just will not go away. It's too small to pop and yet big enough to develop a whitehead. Very inconvenient.
6. It's in between my eyes.
5. I spent more time on facebook than i do studying.
4. I have a final tomorrow. It's worth 33% of the grade. However, I haven't even started on that test because i've been working on this tax return project for the past 4 hours. It's worth maybe 7% of my overall grade.
3. I just found out that my tax project is extended till Friday... oh the irony!
2. Every now and then... Sometimes... Often... no... Usually if not always, my breath smells like a warm dirty sock wrapped in corn and dipped in leftover milk. I'm addicted to the smell of it. It's comforting? makes me warm inside? I don't know why... i'm sure deep down inside you do it too. No? oh, well... um.. i was just kidding.
1. I look at pictures of myself and giggles in delight. hee-hee-hee. super.

As with cramming comes youtube. yes. it's fun, you will watch it (and like it).




Ok. Time to go back to study... maybe another energy drink? hmm.... sleep.

Memorial Day Weekend.

I see you.

Wanna learn Chinese? well now you can: (stolen from some dude on facebook)

Learn Chinese in 5 minutes...:-D
1) Thats not right......................................... Sum Ting Wong
2) Are you harboring a fugitive.................. Hu Yu Hai Ding

3) See me ASAP........................................... Kum Hia Nao
4) Small horse.............................................. Tai Ni Po Ni
5) Did you go to the beach?........................ Wai Yu So Tan
6) I think you need a face lift.................... Chin Tu Fat
7) It's very dark in here............................. Wao So Dim
8) I thought you were on a diet................ Wai Yu Mun Ching
9) This is a tow away zone......................... No Pah King
10) staying out of sight............................... Lei Ying Lo
11) He's cleaning his automobile................ Wa Shing Ka
12) Your body odor is offensive................. Yu Stin Ki Pu

There you go, now you all can be like David.

Went camping this weekend. How was it you ask? Good. except for the rain in the morning... we woke up with a lake around our tent.

besides that, it was a pretty fun trip. got to hang out w/ my peeps from UO. word.

Summer time and the wind is blowing outside in lower Chelsea
And I don't know what i'm doing in this city
The sun is always in my eyes
It crashes through the windows
And i'm sleeping on the couch when I came visit you
That's when i know that i could never have you
I knew that before you did still I'm the one whose stupid
And there's this burning
Like there's always been
I've never been so alone
And I've...
never been so alive.

Thanks Terence, you are one cool cat. may you stay forever chill.

Week 8-

Class count this week... 4
2 of which are PAC classes (rock climbing & ballroom dance)
1 where i'm an hour late to
and only 15 mintues late to the other one.
Real class time not counting PAC classes... 2 hours and 20 minutes.

I think i'm getting a bad case of Senioritis.

On a related note, sleep count this week...
Monday: 5am-10am, 1:30pm-6pm (10hrs)
Tuesday: 4am-8am, 2pm-7pm (9 hrs)
Wednesday: 5am-2pm (9 hrs)
Today: 3am-8am (5 hrs) and counting...

Somehow, it feels like i'm sleeping a lot more than that... Those naps are the killer, 'cause it will keep you up at night, then you're screwed the next day... crazy naps.

Had a dream the other night, didn't quite remember why or how, but i ended up riding in a carriage with Gandalph the Great from the LOTR, buying some longan from a fruit stand. It was a happy dream... Now can you see why i like to sleep so much?

Welcome to the new stalker friendly facebook!

Facebook is becoming very dangerous.... on the plus side, now it's easier for all my lady stalker to find me. Or is it?

Happy late birthdays to Simon! hope you're recovered from last night...

Had a interesting dinner last night at El Prez celebrating Simon's 23, it kinda reminds me of a episode of sex & the city gone bad. Here's how it went down...

Me: eating away my #14 combo (Enchilada & Tostada with rice and beans) while Simon is quickly fading away, minding my own business and enjoying my dinner.

The table next to me (5 girls, late 20's to mid 30's): started like any original girls night out conversation. pleasant, tasteful, giggles, boring... Then the loud girl shout out the question of the night to the rest of the ladies.

Loud girl: "have you guys had butt-sex before??"
Me (thinking): did she just said what i think she said...?
No response from the other girls... (none of which, btw, are attractive.)
Loud girl: "Well I have!" in addition she went on and tell a very elaborate store of how she lost her butt-flower. Apparently she was very drunk and said "yes" to something that she didn't comprehend in the mist of getting down with it. And next thing she's knows she's getting butt raped by her boyfriend. She described it as "sharp pain in her stomach" in which she rolled over like a fish jumping out of water, thus, stopping the carnage.
Graphic? yes. All the while i'm trying to eat my beans and rice in peace and harmony...

In conclusion to the her story...
Loud girl: "All i'm trying to say is that, next time when someone is behind you and whisper something in your ear and you didn't hear what he said. Make sure you ask him what he said before saying 'yes!!'"
Me: Thank you loud girl. Please shut up now.

I'm looking around at ppl around me with this face of "are you hearing what i'm hearing???", but apparently they are not... since i'm at the edge of our long table, i am the only one that is lucky enough to eavesdrop on the lovely conversations byt the girls.

After the ladies got tired of talking about butt-sex, they covered other topic such as circumcision, favorite sex fantasies, and drunken embrassing stories before the night was finally over. The loud girl was very enthusiastic to share about the her favorite sex fantasy.

Quite distasteful. shoulda order a beer. Happy to be home.

Happy 23 birthday Simon.

Word of God speak
Would You pour down like rain
Washing my eyes to see
Your majesty
To be still and know
That You're in this place
Please let me stay and rest
In Your holiness
Word of God speak

April posts: 13
May posts: 3 and counting...

Up and coming artist of the year~~~~~~~~
YUI - the Michelle Branch of the East
crazy good... need a translator or something tho.
Tokyo
Life
Goodbye days

drink and BLEEED!

Hmm... freewrite?

went to the blood drive yesterday.. overall a pleasant experience, didn't die, faint, or vomit. good time. The first nurse that took care of the screening section was pretty cool. She's probably in her 50's, looks like she's been doing this since her 20's. An old veteran by heart with no remorse for pain at all. I think we hit it off quite well. Anyways, after she poked me in the finger, which still hurts..., i asked her "so what's the next step?" to which she replied cheerfully, "now you drink and bleed!" yay! drink and bleed. silly old nurse, funny girl.

Think i'm gonna drop my econ class... haven't been to it for almost two weeks and the midterm's on monday. yea, i'm gonna drop it. mmm.. good call. that means i get to sleep in on monday's and wednesdays now! yay. i'm so good.

don't feel like writing lately, more reading... perhaps it's because of the weather. sorry kids, but fear not my dear fans, next one will be better.

A parable-
A girl once asked david why he is so great and awesome, to which he replied in the majestic melting voice of his, "Why is the sky blue? why does the moon come out at night? and why does the toilet flush the other direction in Australia? It is what it is." After hearing the answer, the girl left in confusion and now have a second opinion of david, "perhaps he's just really really stupid and everyone else is just blinded by his unjustly good looks." "Ahh yes, i understand now..." thought the girl.....The girl is blind.
The moral of this parable? blind girls are not subject to david's mesmorizing good looks. but if you are reading this... you are not blind. MUh-hahahaha- Mua-hahahahaha!

I crack myself up.

i think i have bed bugs, 'cause mt body itches when i go to bed... :(

If you want intimacy with God... WAIT UPON THE LORD.

Those who wait on the LORD will find new strength. They will fly high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31 (New Living Translation)

MV by Rainie Yang

I missed my midterm again this morning.

I'm getting very good at it.

Remember what you're fighting for.

A reflection of events.

”Because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of My mouth. Because you say, “I am rich, and have become wealthy, and have need of nothing,” and you do not know that you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked.”
-Revelation 3:16-17.

Just finished watching Gangs of New York on TV. Good movie, but very long. Didn't know that it would take 4 hours to finish the movie... Ehh, at least i got something out of it. I'd said that it was time will spent.

in the beginning, the main dude (vallon) in the movie was on a mission to revenge his father's death. However, he ended up under the wings of the very same person who killed his father. At first it was just a plot in order to get close to him, but as time went, vallon became comfortable in his new found fortune and lifestyle. How fitting this story is for all of us. We were all once young men’s with a passion in life. Some dared to be an astronaut, some wanted to be president, while others wanted to be the most loving person ever, a teacher, a pastor, a legend in our own ways. We are born with a mission as men’s of passion, but how easy, and common, it is for us to stray away from our passion because of our desires. To trade in greatness for comfort. There are a lot of desires in this world, wealth, power, fame, the opposite-sex, comfort, love. But one thing to keep in mind is this, all desires will fade away with time, while our passion will burn in our heart until the end.

“Following Jesus is not a game, it is not a Sunday service ritual, it is a denying yourself, taking up your cross daily and following Him even unto death.”
-Jeason Ma

There's this guy i know, his name is Jaeson Ma. He was saved when he was 17th years old, and since then he has been non-stop in living out his passion for God. Had a chance to read up on what he's been doing lately and the stuff that's happening are quite amazing. Things are going on down there in UCLA. There are a spiritual battle going on down there, and students are coming to Christ, people are getting healed, and organizations are coming together in love and unity. that's some crazy stuff, but why is it? It's the same events that we read in our bible, in acts, roman, the corinthians, but then why are we so surprised when stuff like that is happening in our present time? Do we not believe that our God is present and working in our daily lives? Is it 'cause we do not believe we have to power of the Holy Spirit within us? that we too can accomplish miracles through Him who strengthens us? If we can't believe this simple fact, then how can we believe in anything else? But if we believe that we can perform miracles because of the Holy Spirit that resides within us, then why aren't we doing it?

Most of us means well, we like to see our friends and family be blessed, be nice to strangers, raise up a good family, and try to help out those who are in need. We love like we should, but few of us ever lived like it. We mean well, but few follows through with action. Often, this fact becomes clear to those who are in the latter part of their lives, as they are old, dependant on others, reflecting on how they spent their time here on earth, thinking whether or not they lived a life that reflects their inner passion. And likewise, as i am reaching to my end here at OSU I am having these same thoughts, and what it is that i can do to make up for any mistakes so that there will be no regret when i leave.

With my current injuries, it forced me to take a back-seat in many things. To be more dependent on others and needing others more than i used to. It is a good opportunity to be more thankful for the things that i take for granted, to be humbled and rediscover my passion for the weak, and also unexpectedly, finding out who my true friends are in times of need. I have to say, the results are quite unexpected, some friends dropped the ball, while others picked them up. certain people that i thought i can rely on are not the ones that offered aid in my time of need, thus making me think... who are these people and why do i spent time with them? Perhaps I should rethink who i invest my time with in my last 7 weeks here at OSU.

How often it is that we get so caught up with what we are doing, and forgetting why we are doing it. Without the why, there is no sense in doing it anymore. Let us remember what it is that we are fighting for, what our passion is in life, what it is that makes our heart itch every second that we are spending outside of our passion, and once we ignited our fire within, let us fight with all our might.

Anyways, thanks for all those who helped me in my time of need. to my brother who came down and took care of me, and to the girl who took me out clubbing with my bloody toe. Probably wasn’t a good idea, but i think it was worth it.

Leave you all with picture from my toe. I would post it on the website, but it’s kinda gross. For what it’s worth, I think it’s make progress, I can see some skin growing back and what not, and it’s hurting less and less. Anyways, enjoy. (caution: very very gross, if you don’t want to see something bloody, don’t click on it.)

Toe 1 Toe 2 Toe 3 Toe 4

With that said, I should either go to bed, or get ready and go to church. Hmm....