David's November Update (DNU)

So... It's December. The month of rum balls, carol singers, red and white fuzzies, and family/friends gatherings. Also for us Oregon people, the month of rain and cold. Just cold enough to keep one indoor and not enough for a white Christmas. November had its brief visit and is again on its annual leave of absence. And what time is better than now for David's November Update! (DNU for short)

This little light of mine, i'm gonna let it shine.

First of all, as I'm sure most of you are wondering, and dying to know, whether or not I have a job yet. Is David finally getting off his bum ass and making a contribution to the society, or is he still sucking his parents retirement fund dry, to the moist level of a burnt pizza crust? Well, the answer is neither. I have a part time job at this joint down the block (10min walk, had to walk to work on the first day 'cause i forgot my car keys inside the locked house. yes, i was late.), but I really wouldn't call it a contribution to the society because... it really isn't. If anything I'd call it a humbling experience. A two level drop from my 'your-highness' status. But fear not, 'tis only temporary, i'm still on the way to change the world, just taking the scenic route that's all.

And at the same time, I'm not quite sucking my parents dry because I really don't spend that much money. I know, I know, comes as a surprise, but the wild party and the credit card swiping days are over. Well, at least for now it is... (I kinda have to 'cause i don't have any form of identification... license got suspended, passport's lost, and didn't want to spend money on a new ID.) I think it's quite free and refreshing actually. Don't know why I still carry around my wallet, perhaps it's time to let that go too?

This little light of mine, i'm gonna let it shine.

Secondly, i'm still searching for that perfect job. One that'll wake me up in the morning and keep me going through out the day. And until I find that job, i'm boycotting Nike, Intel, Vierck & Rakoski CPA's, and the much beloved Target. well, maybe not target, i love them too much. But for the rest of them, Ha! Don't be expecting Nike basketball shoes from me for Christmas.

One of my friend once mentioned that life is pretty much scripted for most of us. You get born, eat, grow, sleep, poop. Next thing you're know you're passing secret notes in class, then comes first kiss, prom, (or prom then first kiss... it's okay.) and then college. Until then, you're life is on a train track. All you know is school, and after school there's more school. Occasionally you pause to make a buck or two during summer, then you're right back to studying and playing Halo. That is all we know and all that we've been told to do. And as long as you have good grades in school, you can be the world's biggest pompous ass and other mom's will still use you as the standard in comparing their kids. "Why can't you be more like David? He's so smart and he's ass is so pompous. juicy..."

But, unless you're a doctor, nobody ever told you what to do after college. Except maybe, "Why don't you study more so you can be a doctor?" To our elder generation, money is everything. It's the key to happiness, to prosperity, and a secured future. And why wouldn't they think that way? All their friends that are happy are the ones with money, not having to stress with balancing the check next month, or finding ways to pay off your kid's tuition bill. So to them, a good job equals a good life. And the best job out there right now just happens to be a doctor... of something.

But for the rest of us, we know... that not everyone is meant to be a doctor. And that money does not bring happiness, nor prosperity, and the last thing i want is a secured future. This is a post to you post graduates. Life after college, what do you do? Contrary to want most people think, I believe you have to be a bit selfish at this time. In the end, only you and God understands yourself the most. I believe deep down inside you know what you can do and what you're made out of. But to bring that inner desire out, we most find ways to tame our secular influences. Maybe you gotta stop listening to your parents, or quit your six-figure job, the one that owns your soul for 90hrs of the week. Or maybe you just gotta move away and start all over again. Whatever you do, don't spend your life waiting, now is as good of a time to start.

This little light of mine, i'm gonna let it shine.

Lastly, and on a similar note, I am currently studying for my GMAT. it kinda sucks. haven't studied anything in a while, so it's kinda hard to get back into it. But i have to... 'cause the test is in 10 days. why so soon? i don't know... i might have been a bit too optimistic on the day that i picked the date. Either way, December 12 is going to be a great day. It just happens to be the same day that i'll get my license back, which is great 'cause i'll need it to take my test. And afterwards we'll all go out and have a grand celebration. yay good times.

John Mark Comer (pastor for The Way, which is a really really awesome place that i think that you should go on Friday nights.) once said, "how you live speaks louder than what you believe." Whether you are religious or not we can all agree that there is darkness in the world. And if there is darkness, there must be light as well. And I believe that we are the light of the world. Each of us will have to make decisions that will either contribute to the darkness or to the light. To hide and be secure, or be noble and take the challenge. It's your choice. You are the light of the world.

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

Broken Beautifully (part 2 of 2)

...I want you to desire the best gifts. So I will show you a much better way.

What if I could speak all languages of humans and of angels?
If I did not love other, I would be nothing more
than a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
What if I could prophesy and understand all secrets
and all knowledge?
And what if I had faith that moved mountains?
I would be nothing, unless I love others.
What if I gave away all that i owned
and let myself be burned alive?
I would gain nothing, unless I loved others.

Love is kind and patient,
never jealous, boastful,proud, or rude.
Love isn't selfish or quick tempered.
It doesn't keep a record of wrongs that others do.
Love rejoices in the truth, but not in evil.
Love is always supportive,
loyal, hopeful, and trusting.
Love never fails!

Everyone who prophesies will stop,
and unknown languages will no longer be spoken.
All that we know will be forgotten.
We don't know everything,
and our prophecies are not complete.
But what is perfect will someday appear,
and what isn't perfect will then disappear.

When we were children,
we thought and reasoned as children do.
But when we grew up,
we quite our childish ways.

Now all we can see of God
is like a cloudy picture in a mirror.
Later we will see him face to face.
We don't know everything,
but then we will,
Just as God completely understands us.

For now there are faith, hope, and love.
But of these three,
the greatest is love.


- 1 Corinthians 12-13
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"9 out of 10 questions/problems/conflicts in the world can be solved by simply loving others. The other one by loving God."

"Broken Beautifully" part 1 of 2

How many of us ever wondered "what the matter is wrong with me?"

Why am i different from the normal kids? Why am i weird? And how come no one understands me. Or what is the purpose of my talents? Why am i good at this? How come i find this fun? and what does it all mean?

They say that college is the place where one finds out who he/she is, but what about for those who didn't go to college? too bad for you i guess... better luck next life.

Well, i got good news for those who didn't go to college (and/or those who went but still are clueless)! In reality, a really really smart guy long time ago has all the answers to your inner struggles. And for 3 easy payments of $33.33, you too can enjoy the everlasting knowledge of who you are and what your purpose is! I KNOW! it's crazy! but what's more ridiculous is that for a limited time, the answers are posted below! WOW.... amazing. w/out further ado, enjoy.

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My friends, you asked me about spiritual gifts. There are different kinds of spiritual gifts, but they all come from the same Spirit. There are different ways to serve the same Lord, and we can each do different things. Yet the same God works in all of us and helps us in everything we do.

The Spirit has given each of us a special way of serving others. Some of us can speak with wisdom, while others can speak with knowledge, but these gifts come from the same Spirit. To others the Spirit has given great faith or the power to heal the sick or the power to work mighty miracles. Some of us are prophets, and some of us recognize when God's Spirit is present. Others can speak different kinds of languages, and still others can tell what these languages mean. But it is the Spirit who does all this and decides which gifts to give to each of us.

The body of Christ has many different parts, just as any other body does. Some of us are Jews, and others are Gentiles. Some of us are slaves, and others are free. But God's Spirit baptized each of us and made us part of the body of Christ. Now we each drink from that same Spirit. Our bodies don't have just one part. They have many parts. Suppose a foot says, "I'm not a hand, and so I'm not part of the body." Wouldn't the foot still belong to the body? Or suppose an ear says, "I'm not an eye, and so I'm not part of the body." Wouldn't the ear still belong to the body? If our bodies were only an eye, we couldn't hear a thing. And if they were only an ear, we couldn't smell a thing. But God has put all parts of our body together in the way that he decided is best.

A body isn't really a body, unless there is more than one part. It takes many parts to make a single body. That's why the eyes cannot say they don't need the hands. That's also why the head cannot say it doesn't need the feet. In fact, we cannot get along without the parts of the body that seem to be the weakest. We take special care to dress up some parts of our bodies. We are modest about our personal parts, but we don't have to be modest about other parts.

God put our bodies together in such a way that even the parts that seem the least important are valuable. He did this to make all parts of the body work together smoothly, with each part caring about the others. If one part of our body hurts, we hurt all over. If one part of our body is honored, the whole body will be happy.

Together you are the body of Christ. Each one of you is part of his body. First, God chose some people to be apostles and prophets and teachers for the church. But he also chose some to work miracles or heal the sick or help others or be leaders or speak different kinds of languages. Not everyone is an apostle. Not everyone is a prophet. Not everyone is a teacher. Not everyone can work miracles. Not everyone can heal the sick. Not everyone can speak different kinds of languages. Not everyone can tell what these languages mean. I want you to desire the best gifts. So I will show you a much better way...

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It's been said that God's spirit resides in us. That our body is part of the Church with Christ as the head. And each one of us is playing an important role in keeping the Body functional. Some of us might feel like we're inadequate, or left out because we are abnormal. But in reality, you are nothing but normal. You are the way you are because God created you like that.

God doesn't want you to be like Mike. He doesn't even want you to be like MLK Jr. God want you to be YOU. Because he knows who you are and what your are capable of. He knows what your role is in keeping the Body healthy. All the ingredient that's needed to create a God given "normal" body part is already inside of you, all you have to do, is live it out.

with that said... i accept cash or checks only.

update

Helloooo Friends!!

boy, it's been awhile... sorry about the long departure.

The house is finally finished!!! Well… kinda of. For those of you who didn’t know, I’ve been remodeling my parents house for the past 2 months, slaving away trying to make the place look new. We throw out everything that isn’t new, and what we didn’t throw out we made it new again. Now, I’m no carpenter but I’d say we did a pretty decent job. If the job market is bad out there, at least now I know that I can always try flipping houses. All that’s left of the house now is a little touch up here and there, and some decorative touch would probably help as well. Anyone out there looking for a house?? Anyone??

As for the future, today is officially the fourth day of my job searching, and it's not going very fast. it's going quite slow actually... how slow? well... let me break it down to statistics:

jobs applied: zero
interview set up: nada
interview taken: zip-zappo!
# of firms to hear back from: 0.00

So it's going slow, but eh... i figure things will pick up once i updated my resume. yea, that'd probably help. I'll get on it first thing monday. Why monday you ask? 'cause i'm going to SF tomorrow!!! muh-hahah. well, actually, we're leaving in 4 hours. yes, i know the post will state that this was posted sometime in the afternoon. but i assure you, it is now 12:34am. and we're leaving at 5am. i should get some sleep.

So here's a quick update, just wanted to let you all know that i'm alive. and if i hadn't lost my camera, i'd take picture this weekend by the bay just to prove it. but since i did, it's bad tomatoes for you all. sorry!

to make up for it, i'll try to post more next week? until then, don't sweat too much.

Today when i was painting, 2 ants fell into my paint bucket. I tried to save it but it was too far gone. I think they're now a part of the fascia on the house. somehow i feel responsible...poor ants.

Also today i learned that one of my eye is bigger than the other one. yes, i have eyes that don't match! oh the humanity... poor me.

that's all that happened today. yep. my life is slow...

It's August

Dear friends, God is good. So I beg you to offer your bodies to him as a living sacrifice, pure and pleasing. That's the most sensible way to serve God. Don't be like the people of this world, but let God change the way you think. Then you will know how to do everything that is good and pleasing to him.

End of an era,
and the beginning of an old one.

It is what it is.

The Black Pearl

When you're a kid everyone tells you to dream big, everyone tells you that you can be anything that you wanted to be no matter how big your dream is. And now that you're no longer a kid, people line up waiting to tell you how your dream is just... a dream. And the sooner that you get over the fact, the sooner you'll move on with life.

Rented the Astronaut Farmer today, been meaning to see it for awhile now and now i finally found the time to put down the partying and spent some time at home on a Thursday night. Lately i've been going out way too much... for my parents good.

Don't know how many of you actually saw the movie, but i've been wanting to see it since it came out in the theater. I remember telling one of my friends about it and to his response "are you serious?" after that I was mum about my hidden love for this film. But for those few brave souls that actually saw the movie, i'm sure you'd agree w/ me that it was GOOD. yea? GOOD! and good it was. There is nothing like a farmer building a spaceship in his barn and launching it into deep space 9. despite all the risks and difficulties, when things keep on getting worst and worst, he kept his dream intact, not just his dream, but the dreams of all those around him. He carried on those dreams and flew high into the sky, where dreams lies.

Of course it was just a movie, and movie can't be real! can they? we all want to be jack sparrow and be the captain of our own Black Pearl. but then society sets in, and we realize that movies are just... movies. and we, are no pirate. heck, we're not even rebellious. we're just lawabiding citizens. Who, day in and day out, continues with our routine to a financially stable, worry free, comfort plus, and successful.. death. yippy-kah-yay~

How many of you when you're a kid dream to one day fly away up up in the sky with nothing but air balloons? And you calculate how much weight a balloon can carry and times it by your weight only to realize that you don't have to money to buy that many balloons. Thus shattering your little dream... Until, you are an adult. Who has a job, and makes enough money to buy as much balloon as a clown and blow. Do you get excited then? Now that you are finally in the position to and have the resources to reach your dream, do you? Do we? how many of us can say that we are on our path to our dream? even yet, how many of us still know what are dream is? when did we lose it along the way?

Kent Couch is a gas station owner who lives in the middle of nowhere in Oregon. (somewhere east by Bend) And he is my movie star. He might not look like johnny depp or the astronaut farmer, but they all have something in common. They are men with a dream. And there's nothing they let stand between him and his dream.

To live is easy. But to live outside of norm? ah, there's the rub. When I was a kid I dreamed of small silly things. While they were silly, to me they are my stars in the sky, and there's a cloud of fog separate the stars and me. Now that i'm older, the cloud only seem to be getting bigger.

I don't want a 9 to 5 job,
but i know i'll get one for stability.
I don't want to work for someone else,
but i know i'll have to till my time comes.
I don't want to spent my life making money,
but i know it's essential for my family.
and most of all, I don't want to give up my dream at age 24.
It's too soon, far too soon.
But i know i'll have to,
just until i realize what my dream is.
And as for now,
it is what it is.

Lately...

I Bought a T-Shirt from Fossils. It cost me 28 big bones, making it the most expensive T-Shirt i have ever bought in my life. much more than the $15 dollar T-shirt that i got in Taiwan with big "DAVID" spread right across my chest. This new shirt is different... it does not sport my name anywhere on the shirt, the color is a funky aqua-teal, and it has these high class waves, kinda like ruffles, sew throughout the shirt. Any rational person would look at it and scoff at the price. "*scoff! $28 dollars for this??" Regardless, I bought it. the reason...? it has THREE wild mustangs spread across the chest. 'nuff said.

I Drove to Molalla the other day. For those of you who don't know where that is, it's between Oregon City and Woodburn. Just keep driving south on Hwy 211 till you reached TheMiddleOfNowhere. Then you're there. The thing about being out in the Boonies is that there's a lot of land, and land = cow, farm, or horses. So as i was driving back from Molalla, going 50 mph, I saw this girl on a horseback. And she waves at me... Not a weird uncomfortable waves, but a welcoming traditional wave. I guess when you're living out there in the boonies you'd do more for human contact. Like waving to a car while on a horse back, even if he's going past you at 50 mph.

I Woke up this morning with a voice message on my phone. It was my mom informing that we had just been robbed. Someone broke into the house that we're currently remodeling and stole some of our goods. I was then told to go to the crime scene and contact the police. I called the police. And they never came... sad. Luckily for us, since it was an empty house, not much was lost. We counted 5 items that was commandeered from us, sprayer, drill, new ceiling light, some misc tools, and most of all, my radio. I wasn't too sad about the fact that my $599 sprayer was hijacked, a little pissed, but not sad. What really got me was the fact that they jacked the radio that i found at Goodwill! The radio cost me $35 big bones! which is like $800 if converted into Goodwill dollars! It was one of a kind, a collectible piece that was made in the 30's... or maybe the 40's. 50's?? either way, it was my musical relief whenever i'm working on the house, and now, it's gone... gone going... gone. sad.

Mustangs... Roaming free in the wild green pasture.

Conversation of David's future.
Me: "maybe i'll go to Taiwan and become a model."
Boram: "WHAT? why? who's going to want to look at you? Blind people?"
My dream of becoming an international model was shattered before it even begin.

Letter to 25.

Know your dream, set your goal, and quit being a fool.

random thoughts at night.

I have this really big zit on the bridge of my nose. It started kinda small but with no care and patience, it has grown full blown into a red monster. The fact that we haven't had hot water in our house in 7 days probably contributed to the growth of the monster, for the mere fact that no water = no shower for david.

It has gotten past it's full potential, which i think was two days ago. At that time i could close one eye and see the monster with my other eye. it's quite a bulge actually. It's red, it's big, and it hurts when you touch it. not like hurt as if you're sore, but like if you had a open wound kind of hurt, right in the smack center of the nose rim. i'm sure it impressed quite a lot of girls.

today i woke up and my white center on my zit was replace by a black dot. apparently, sometime overnight my zit had scabbed up. so it now looked like as if not only i have a red dot on my nose, but i'm also dirty because it's black... which are both true.

with hot water being down at the house it has created some obstacles. for one, i'm not sure how many of you guys shave w/ cold water, but as for my sensitive skin, it hurts. and i cut my self. so every time i shave now i have to microwave hot water so i wont' get more cuts. because more cuts = more future zits.

lately, i've been showering at Bally's. yes, the gym. it's quite nice actually. more secluded than i thought, and they provide free soap. nice deal. As i was showering today i thought to myself... what if after i shower i found out that someone had taken my towel? 'cause then it'd be very bad. what's worse if they didn't stop there but stole my bag as well. then i would have to stand around in the locker room butt naked asking to see if anyone has a spare towel. all the jocks would be laughing at me thinking " look at this scrawny asian kid, man, what a joke." and all the buff gay guys would be like "wow, look at this scrawny asian kid, i'd tap that." .... ewww. chances are some old smelly guy will end up lending me their towel, and also offer me a ride home.

Even after i get my towel. I'd still have to walk up to the front desk, in my towel, and try to call for help 'cause my phone/key/wallet would be in my bad that was stolen. Who would i call? since i don't know ppl's number of the top of my head i have to call... first asa, then ask for my brother's number. but if he's not there, then i'm screwed. i'll have to hitch that ride w/ the old smelly guy.... sad.

and all these thoughts came to me while showering at Bally's! wtf.... man we have to get that hot water fixed... my nose needs it.




this post took 10 minutes to write.

What would you do?

I'm getting so LAZY!

ah!!! it's starting to get a bit annoying, just how lazy i'm getting. there's no motivation at all, quite sad actually. i had to force myself to turn off the tv after sitting in front of it the whole day. (highlights: beaver's baseball won 1-0 w/ the winning run in the ninth inning. spurs beat cav's ass. nadal won in 4 sets. Deep Impact, mostly boring w/ flashes of greatness.) I really did nothing today except for eating, watching tv, ate some more food, watched some more tv, and briefly cleaned my room... washed my sheets. ahhh!!!

i am so much more than this.

IF...
the world was going to end in weeks... what would you do?

Would you...
stop what you are doing now? studying for finals. going to class. paying your bills.
take off your clothe and dance around town naked on your bicycle?
call up all your friends and say.... what?

How would you say your good-byes?
in a letter?
perhaps put it in a jar and send it with love.
how many words will be enough?
can a sentence be worth... a million words?

Would you wake up every morning with a purpose?
to wake up before the alarm.
having a motive behind each action taken,
behind each second spent.
all striving for one goal. one single goal that will make your life worthwhile.

and what might this goal be?


When i was a kid i often hear the question, "if we are saved as christians, and if heaven is so wonderful and awesome, then why are we still here on earth? why don't God just take us away once we are christians?" To which the preacher response, "it is because God wants us to share our faith to others. so that they can be saved as well."

Can this be our goal? our one calling? to convert as many people to Christianity as possible. to save as many people as we can. And this one goal will make our life... worthwhile.

...perhaps. But i like to think that there's much more than that. I like to think that the world as we know it is not just a big testing area, a laboratory created to weed out the sheep from the lamb. I like to think that God created all this beauty for more than just decoration. I like to think that this... matters.

yes, if life after death is eternal, than our time on earth is minuscule. But it matters. today matters, your finals that you're taking matters, and this moment right now... it matters.

I believe God created Adam and Eve not because He wanted to see which of their children will make it to Heaven, and which of them will go to Hell. He created Adam and Eve so that they can live. live life and all its beauty. its struggles, its failures, rejections, and pain. live to love, and be loved. live life to die... so that you can be reborn.

so as you study for your finals, as you pull your 2nd all night-er in 3 days, as you finish your 3rd red bull. know that what you are doing now, matters in eternity. life is long, learn to enjoy it.

and when you find yourself lazy... keep striving.


what would you do...
when God moves through you?

I have this secret parking spot downtown, and it's where I always park when I'm down there on the weekends. It's right next to this $3 dollar parking lot off Morrison bridge, but instead of parking in the parking lot, I park on the street beside it, right behind the big orange blocker that read "closed to thru traffic." Not many ppl park there because they're scared that they'll get towed, but trust me, it's all good.

Unfortunately, after summer ended, the street opened up again. So now it's really not a secret anymore, and often I am forced to paid $3 and park in the parking lot instead. I don't mind it, in fact, i love it. Out of all the parking lots in Oregon, i'd have to say that if i have a favorite parking lot, this would be it.

What's so great about this lot? well, for several reasons:
1) it's a good 5 blocks (or more) away from any bar or club that we go to. Which some might view as a bad thing, but i view it as extra pre-funking time on the way there, and sober up time on the way back.

2) since it's 5 blocks away from anything, i have not seen cops at this lot before. which is great!

3) easy access to the freeway, minimize time spent driving in the streets of downtown. again, great!

4) as far as I know, none of the parking lot/structure/garage in downtown have a bathroom, except for this one. yes, it's true. The parking lot comes with a 50 foot peeing wall for your peeing pleasure. Great ventilation system, however, you have to bring your own paper and privacy can sometimes be an issue. Overall, it's still pretty nice and quite convenient, even if you are a girl. If my memory serves me right, I know 3 ladies whom have tried out the wall. And they all liked it. (Yes, you know who you are... it's okay, there are others as well.)

5) But the best thing about this parking lot is the RAWRers! On the way to the club you will pass through this art gallery. And in this window display is where the RAWRers live. Now the RAWRers are neither cat nor dog, nobody really know what they are and where they came from, all we know is that this is where they lives. And all day long all they do is RAWWWWR! which is why they're called RAWWWWWRers. I don't know why i like them so much, but they are really really cool. i'm gonna get one someday and have it as my pet. it's true, and i'm gonna put it right next to my bed so that we can RAWWWR at each other every night before bed. yep. it's in my short term goals.

"RAAWWWWWWWWWWWR!"

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'Cause sometimes you feel tired.
feel weak.
and when you feel weak,
you feel like you wanna just give up.

But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you.
and get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter,
no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.

I will not fall.
I will stand tall.
feels like no one could beat me.

-Eminem, 'Till i Collapse

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post #99. wow, almost the century mark. perhaps the next one will be EXTRA special. ideas?

I cleaned out my old room today

it's about time, given that i haven't slept there in 3 weeks. everything else in the old house is all packed and moved to the new place already. And then there's my room... still filled w/ my stuff, sitting there, just waiting to be picked up.

Came across a lot of old things that i didn't know still existed, like this old police car that i brought over from Taiwan when we last moved. The car's all falling apart, with paint chips everywhere... I looked at it for 3 minutes, played with it a bit, and looked at it a little more, deciding if it's coming with me to the new place or... is it time to let that puppy go?

For those who know, and don't know, I'm somewhat of a junk collector. I like collecting things, things that may very well seem like junk in other ppl's eyes, but to me that have (or might have) some sentimental value. I am BIG on sentimental value. I guess that's why i kept all my baby tooth. It's just too precious to give it to the tooth fairy. 5 bucks wouldn't do it lady!!

When i first started college (back in the days), i was shy, quiet, naive, and writes like a 5th grader. I remember almost peeing my pants in WR112 when the teacher told us that we have to write a 10 minute presentation, and finally peed my pants when i present it in front of the class. The days i would stay up till 3am finishing up the 3 reports that were due the next day. The ways i would avoid people by planning my lunches at strategic places. It's weird... but at the time, it was normal.

Then something happened... the things that worked for me in high school stopped working in college. in short, college was... a level above high school. In high school, you have safety nets. You have your teachers that tells you what you have to get done and what time, counselors that choses your studies for you, friends that lets you know your role, and your good friends that lets you be yourself. And accepts you for who you are. But in college, it's different. And pretty soon, you find out that you have to adjust if you're going to survive. In essence, you have to redefined yourself.

And you know what i'm talking about, how many of us can say that we are the same person now, as we were in high school? just look back on how you've changed and you can see how much you've grown. And more often then not when you redefine yourself, you turn out better than worst. most times...

Now that i've been working for 9 months, i find that it's about time to redefined myself once again. college to work is much like high school to college, it's just the next level. if your freshman year in college was shocking for you, chances are that your first year working will be shocking too. But soon you will adjust, and adopt. Just like you've done many times before, and it will be good. Because college was a lot better as a upper-classmen.

So as i was cleaning out the room today, agonizing over what to throw away and what to keep. I kept myself from keeping in junk from the past. It was a bit uncomfortable, but it'll be good. let go of the past so we can focus more on the future. We must be constantly redefining ourselves to keep pace with life, and the changes that comes with it.

And with that said, some lucky kid at goodwill is going to purchase this very special bear. Purple and green, wiped away from the dust, fired burned from clay and made by yours truly. And with this special bear, comes with this special jar that he's holding... and within this special jar, this lucky kid will find the greatest treasure of them all... David's baby teeth.

LOL, it's so sweet just thinking about it. hope the tooth fairy is still good for it.

Fuck the police.

i am so pissed right now.

Top 10 - I wish...

10) I know Spanish.

Spanish wedding can seem to last a lifetime when you don't understand a single word of the language. And the fact that there were no alcohol at the reception didn't help either. See, if i know Spanish, i can convince the crowd, "hey amigos! let's go and get some booze!" Then it'd be a great wedding.

9) To be in a relationship.

A relationship would be nice. As a matter of fact, it be probably better than nice. it'll probably be like "shift nice shift 1." haha, pick that up from diana...

8) move out of my parent's place!

'cause it's kinda hard for wish #9 to come true when you're 23 and still living w/ your parents. it turns out that girls are more attracted to guys who are actually responsible from themselves and independent from their parents... dang it, why didn't anyone tell me this earlier!

7) To be more focused and motivated on my dreams and making it a reality.

But do i know what i really want? or am i just following the crowd?

6) that my prospect will call me tomorrow saying that they want to max out their IRA for last year.

So i can get paid.
and maybe get laid?
yes, that's what i said.

i suck at rhyming...

5) that i'd be on time to work tomorrow... finally.

it's been awhile. i think tomorrow's the day. i can feel it.

4) To have a car w/ AC for the summer. 'cause it gets really really hot in the Monkey.

sweaty hot, like your undies will get wet from driving place to place. And i do A LOT of driving.

3) To not be so tired all the time.

i don't know why... i just don't know.

2) I Spend more time w/ God

gotta read the good book,
gotta take quiet time,
gotta wait upon the Lord,
but i'm so lazy. and weak.

1) That you would call me up and say "what's up?"

'cause then i'd say, "not much, what's up w/ you?"

my pillow case are dirty...

I have a huge zit on the center of my left cheek 'cause of my pillow case... i think it's time to wash it but i'm too lazy.

it's not just huge, it's HUGE! probably the biggest ones i've gotten on my face, normally a zit this size appears else where, like on my butt cheek or something. but this time, it's here.

it's the size of a small gumball, and you can feel the radius around it by pressing it w/ two fingers. it's a bit amazing actually, like a ball of caner chilling between the fat in your cheek. You can quite literally feel the whole volume of the ball and pinch it. it's probably not a good idea tho, but i keep doing it.

i think it attracts the girls.

eh. perhaps i'll take a picture of it tomorrow... tire, time to grow my zit in my dirty pillow case.

it's been awhile

it's been awhile since last post, hope you all had a pleasant spring break. mine was nice because i got sick so i took a couple mornings off work, and it was glorious. i've been in my new place for 2 weeks now and i have to say, it's a pretty nice place. kinda made me want to stay w/ my parents for a little bit longer... j/k. i really don't think that'd be good for my long-term goals, such as getting married and stuff. You know, 'cause it's just really awkward when you bring home a girl and your parents are there... 'cause then they'll make her tea and want to know everything about her and wondering why she's over so late and suggesting that we call her parents so they won't worry... yea, awkward.

Anyways.. it's Spring term! for those seniors, you only have 3, maybe 1, more months of school! wait... take a couple deep breaths, yes, let it sink it... and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! that's crazy huh? it's almost over. Some of you are more worried than others because unlike them, you have NO CLUE what you're going to do after school. And for those who has a clue, you're still going crazy 'cause of the unknown in the future. Will i like grad school? is texas a cool place to live? what will i do for a living? do i have to move back in w/ my parents like David? (it's not that bad, my parents are cool, but for you.... i don't know.) There are all these questions floating in your tiny little head and at the same time, you're still expected to function as if normal. Normal? your world is anything but normal right now...

...cool huh? this feeling your going through, it's great and pretty dang amazing. you know why? 'cause you are being pushed out of your comfort zone. When animals are forced out of their natural habitat you know what they do? they adapt. they move on and find new ways to make things work. in essence, they overcome the obstacle and by doing so, it makes them a stronger specie. Likewise, it is why this is so cool because you are also going to be stronger. You're thinking right now, planning for your future, finding out what you want to do w/ your life, your likes and dislikes, picking out the path for your future. You might not have all the answers right now, but one day you will. Sometimes you might have to go through some trials and errors, but it will be well worth it. And this process, this phasing out of your comfort zone will not come normal for you, chances are that you will not like it, but it's going to happen either way. Just remember in the end, what end up happening is that your comfort zone, your territory, will be increased. And that's pretty cool.

Don't know how i ran off on that subject... was just gonna right some jokes here and there.. eh. Oh yea, i know... eh... i write it next time. it'll be too long. it's about relationships during this time of the year... the singles ones tend to get together and hook up, and the couples tend to break up. it's weird, but it always happens around this time. i blame it on the spring fever. I got the fever!

k, just wanted to say that internet is up and running... bye.

I move a piano today

Sunday- March 25

Today was moving day. Yay for moving day! Woke up with Jeremiah pounding on my window ‘cause I overslept (again). But he was on time and ready for moving day. It took the morning to load everything on the truck. It wasn’t too bad because we were only moving the essentials. Beds, sofa, table, dresser, some chairs, ect. By 1pm we had pretty much everything loaded on the truck, all except … the piano.

Now my mom was planning on hiring professional help to move the piano, just like how it was delivered to our place. Since it is heavy and fragile, hiring professional help is probably the right call, however, as we were all standing there in the all but empty living room we looked at one another and thought, hmm… we have room in the u-haul, there’s 3 of us, yes looks very heavy… but exactly how heavy is it? So we gave it a try. We said that if we can hold the piano up for 5-10 seconds at a time, then we can probably do it. I think we held it up for 1.3 seconds at best. Then we thought, if we can just get it on the truck then it’s all good. It’ll be like half way done. So, being strong manly man, we decided to back up the truck so the ramp ended directly right in front of the door. And we move that piano like no other.

The piano looked heavy and weights even heavier. We really shouldn’t be messing with it, let along trying to move it. But we did, and it’s now on the u-haul, so now we got to finish it. Jeremiah thought that once we got to our new place we’d be able to just move it right off the ramp and into the condo. To his surprise, we forgot to tell him that we live on the 3^rd floor. That means we have to unload it off the truck, into the building, down the hallway, in the elevator, past the lounge area, into the condo, down the narrow delicate hallway, then into the room. Now we wish we had went with the hired professional instead trying to save a few hundred bucks.

In life, sometimes we can be too overconfident with ourselves. Our abilities, looks, and knowledge. I am guilty of this as well, most of the time I budget too little time for my days, thinking that I can accomplish this task in an hour when it actually took 2, or only leaving myself 30 minutes to get to my appointment when I know that it’ll usually take 40 minutes. Knowing damn well that this post will take me an hour to write and that I’ll miss out on sleep, while lying to myself that as long as I get 6 hours of sleep I’ll be okay because I am a genius. But the thing is… I’m not.

Yesterday (Saturday) composed of this. In office 11am, prep for appointment 1pm, drive out to appointment in Scio 2pm, appointment with the Davis 3:30, leaving Scio 5:30, dinner at home7pm, prep for bible study 7:30pm, leading bible study 8:30pm, arrive downtown for st. patty’s night 9:55pm. Then the rest is history. And today, was even busier than yesterday. Tomorrow will be Monday, the start of another crushing work week. Where is the budgeted time for rest?

I need to start taking better care of myself. Start working out so I will have more energy, sleep regularly so my days are more productive, stop feeding my body with poison, and stop watching tv.

I took a bath tonight, the first night at the new house. Wasn’t planning on taking a bath but it kinda worked out that way because I couldn’t figure out how to work the shower. The stupid thing just will not turn on. Spent 10 minutes trying to find the switch, pulling on every lever I can, and pressing every thing that can be pressed. And nothing worked. So a bath it is. And a nice bath it was. I figured if I’m going to take a bath, I might as well make it an event. With music, juice, peanut butter and jelly. It really brought back a lot of memories when I was a kid me and my brother would take baths every night. The water would be too hot at first so we had to turn on the cold water, be standing in the middle of the tub and using our hands to circulate the water so the cold water will mix in with the hot. It’s quite an awkward position… don’t know if any of you guys do it… but I did that tonight… and it felt special. The bath was just what I needed, not just because I smell like a sweaty old man from moving, but also because it slowed things down and I got to spend some time with myself. Which is what I’ve been lacking. You just can’t go on 110% everyday for weeks and not have any time for rest. ‘cause you’ll burn out, and I am burnt.

So enough is enough, and it’s time to take better care of myself. I’m excited, it should be good.

I am no genius.

My car got TOWED! (part 2)

STOP!!! before continue on make sure you've read part I FIRST! it's just so much better that way.

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So keep in mind that it's 7am now, i'm still in my clubbing attire from the night before, standing soberly in the middle of downtown with crowds of people in their jogging shoes warming up for the Shamrock run. The streets were bright and there I was, waiting for the cop to get off his radio so i can question him about my car.

The police office at the crime scene was not helpful at all, to be honest, i think he was giving me attitude.

me: "umm... dude, where's my car?"
officer: "you shouldn't have parked there."
me: "dude.... where's my car?"
officer: "did you not see the signs?"
me: "dude...the signs weren't there last night, and where's my car?"
officer: "i don't know... but the tow truck should be coming by soon to pick up that other car."

not helpful at all... luckily, as he was saying that, the truck came by and there were a number to call on the truck.

me: "hello...?"
nice girl on the other line: "hi, can i help you?"
me: "yea, did you guys just towed a very powerful, yet sexy, silver mercury tracer?"
girl: "year 99'?"
me: "yea! that's the one"
girl: "yep. we've picked it up and it's parked on main between 6th and broadway."
me: "how much do i have to pay for it?"
girl: "nothing, it's just parked there and you can pick it up anytime."
me: "so... i don't have to pay at all?:
girl: "yep."
me: "THANK YOU."

told you the girl was nice. it could be either that or the fact that i had seduced her with my dead sexy deep voice that i always get after a night of hard drinking. Or... it could be that the no parking sign wasn't up last night... take that officer! Either way the car ended up with its rightful owner, the Monkey and Yours Truly were reunited once again!

So now, it is 7:30ish... Sunday morning... my friend had taken off to get some sleep leaving the wild mustang in the jungle by itself. I have church in 3 1/2 hours, i could either go home and sleep... or do something else.

If i were to go home and sleep.... 1) i probably will sleep past church, 2) since i'm still living w/ me parents... it's probably not a good call to come home so late. And for some reason, maybe it's because of all the ppl downtown, or maybe because i'm still sobering up, I feel like i'm not ready to call it a night, i feel like i want to do something else... something like... run the Shamrock Run. So... I did. After all, the wild mustang's gotta roam free right?

I'm calling up my friend, let's just call her Bubble Tea, knowing that she'll be running at the Shamrock Run.

me: "hellooooooo!"
BTea: "hellooooooo!"
me: "you still running at the Shamrock?"
BTea: "yep."
me: "sweet, when's race time?"
BTea: "8:30am"
me: "i'll see you there!"


Bubble Tea warned me that it was a 15K, which at that time sounded like a stroll in the park. it's just 15K, that's like 8.35 miles ... i have 3 hours to complete it before i have to be at church. it should be a piece of cake david. you can do it. Oh... damn those wild mustang thoughts.

I figure I should buy some running shorts since i'm still wearing my clubbing attire. However, it's was quite hard trying to find some shorts at 8 in the morning and thus forcing me to run the race in... my clubbing attire. To improvise, i took off my dress shirt. will i look stupid running with my jeans on? hmm... nah, it will be fine. there'll be so many people that no one will notice. good thing i went out last night in my sneakers, take off my shirt and that'll be perfect. Perfect my ass.

Given the situation, I still had a lot of fun and i'm glad that i had done it. The first 3-4 miles was not bad at all, we were going at our own pace and letting everyone else passing on by and saving our energy for the 2nd half of the run. The weather was perfect, it was cool but not dark. the only thing that could have made it better was if it started pouring down rain at our last mile as we cross the finish line. Everything went great in the beginning, and then it all went down hill.

If you've read my earlier posts, you'd know that the day after heavy drinking I'd have this urge to poop. to get the bad stuff out of my system! well, this morning was no different. So after about a mile into the race the urge started. At first it was small, like a signal in my body going off. "hey david, hey, umm... when you have time maybe you want to take care of this large stinky pile of shit... you know. yea... whenever you're ready." Then as the miles went on, the urges grew. but what's a man to do? to stop the race and surrender to your own poop? never! You suck it in, keep it tight, and keep on trucking! All while with a smile on your face and acting cool to pull off running 9.35 miles in jeans.

The jeans, btw, are not recommended. out of 11,000 runner that day, i can proudly say that i am the only person wearing jeans. yep. And every mile or so i would hear ppl talking to their friends, "look at that guy in jeans.. is he crazy?" I'm sure every one points them out, but every know and then a deaf one will scream it out thinking that i can't hear them while i'm running right in front of them! Around mile 6, one of the nicer lady curiously asked what's the story behind the jeans. I told her that i was downtown clubbing all night last night and saw these ppl this morning as i was going home and decided to run as well. I think she thought i was kidding.

After mile 7 things started to get really rough, I hit a wall and started feeling dizzy. not sure if it's the alcohol or the lack of sleep or from holding in my poop so long. Either way, i was doubting my decision. umm... david, i know you're a wild mustang and all but... this might be a bad call. yea... kinda like the time you decided to climb that 12,300 ft snow covered mountain in your jeans, on 3 hours of sleep, and no sunscreen. yea... kinda like that. ironically, I was wearing the same pair of shoe as i was on that day. talk about a good pair of shoe!


I ended up chickening out and had to walk part of the last 2 miles because I was too tired. I tried but my butt just would not stop fighting me. with each pounding step i felt like i was going to shart on myself. So i took it easy. it was probably a good call, 'cause i have to go to church afterwards.

We did finish the race pretty strong. Our last half was faster than our first half of the race and we were passing people left and right. Now if it weren't for me holding Bubble Tea up, she would have had a killer race time. In the end, we finish the 15K in 1:42min. which weren't bad, but we were shooting for 1:40min.

Felt so dizzy afterwards, almost fell asleep in the park while waiting, and had trouble just walking back to my car. I really really regret not having breakfast that morning. That, and also not pooping before the big race. such a rookie mistake. beside that, it was great. one of the most enjoyable run of my life. had fun, had a great workout, felt alive.. and dead the same time. it was really good.

So i guess if there's anything to take away from this really really long story is that...

first of all, eat breakfast. 'cause you never know when you might need it.

second, always prep yourself before the big race/game/test. if you don't then you'll not going to finish well. Chances are you will still finish and it will be alright, but it won't be your best.

third, trust your wild instinct. from the words of the great Chris McCandless, "nothing's more damaging to the adventurous spirit within than a secure future." Your body will tell you what it needs.

and lastly, if you decide to go clubbing downtown... park at the right spots. And call your parents and let them know, 'cause it just might turn into an all-nighter.




My parent's were relieved to see me at church that morning, knowing that i'm alive. Sunday school was a blur, it's a good thing that i only had to lead games that morning. But i was told that the kids enjoyed it. eh... it probably would be more enjoyable if my jeans weren't soaked.

My car got TOWED! (part 1)

Before I begin, I just wanted to point out a few things...

first of all, it is not wise to drink a 32oz Foster's while blogging in bed after a night of clubbing. 'cause then you woke up w/ your laptop on the floor all scratched up and way late to work.

second, yay for day-light savings! now my clock will actually read the correct time.

third, i bought a full suit at target's on sale for 69.99! that's pretty cheap. what's even cheaper was that i also bought a suit from Goodwill priced 8.99! And then the cashier took 50% off, so i ran away with it for $4.49!!! Muh-hahaha!

lastly, if you decide to go clubbing downtown.... make sure you pick where you park carefully. it sucks really bad when your car decides to teleport on you.

So it's been awhile since i've been out in Portland, thus my friends and I decided to paint the town red again on Saturday night, just like back in the old days. It was a nice night for going out, the air smelled with a hint of wetness but there were no showers, the air felt warm with waves of cool breeze. And like any other normal night, I parked at my favorite secret parking spot (yes, for those of you cool enough, it is THE secret parking spot next to the max-tracks.), except this time the streets were filled up so we had to park in the parking lot next to it. $3 will get you parking all night till 4am. And since no one's there to manage it, it's pretty safe if you leave it there till morning, unless there's some special event that day.

We decided to go to B-cuda 'cause it was different from our usual place. I didn't mind it, it really all seems about the same to me, usually it's not about the place but the people that you go with that makes all the difference. It was my third time the the Cuda, and for some of us, it was their first. The players were my partners in crime from grade/middle school, partners in crime from work, and partners in crime from church. All the players gelled together, it might be because we are all really really cool, or it might be because of the alcohol. I don't know... maybe i'll ask them later. But either way, we had fun, and the night was approaching 2am. It felt fast, but time never lies. and we were a bit late in getting there, didn't get in till close to 12:30am. At last call, the bar-lady mistaken my yager bomb and beer chaser for yager bomb and gray goose chaser. How'd that happen i will never know. But it did, and i didn't complain. But i do have to say... i hate shots. i can't take it. don't know how to open my throat so i always taste the full effect of the shot and THEN swallow it down. it sucks.. but sucks less if you divide the shot into two half shots... that's how i roll.

We were still feeling really good after our last call, and there's two simple explanation for it. 1) we started late and we really didn't have that much to drink, or 2) the alcohol hasn't kick in yet. I was hoping that it's because of the first reason, but i was wrong. To make a long story short, the alcohol did kick in eventually, and when it did, it really kicked. Another bad thing about shots is that it sneaks up on you, there's no happy medium with shots, one minute your as dry as an ant, the next minute you're as wet as an ant on water. And i was swimming...

So we sobered up at my friend's place, stayed pretty close to downtown, and the next thing you know, it's 7am!!! stupid day-light savings... i got church in 4 hours. So my friend drove me to pick up my car only to find that... it's not there!!! Now i did move it away from the secret parking lot earlier the night because i found out that they were putting up fences and using the area for the Shamrock Run on Sunday. So i parked it on the street right next to it. But I guess they're using the street for the run as well... 'cause it wasn't there either.

to be continued...

A year ago...

the great thing about blogging is that you get to keep track of your past posts. it's a fun way to looking back at the good time and laugh at how young and stupid you were at the time. more often then not, the things that were stressing you out at the time, and the things that were your world and everything else with it seems now... silly.

it's crazy how one year can have so much impact on one's life. One small year, 365 days, and a whole world later, your life is... not the same. and it never will be again.

i had the time to catch up w/ one of my close friend from high school tonight and really updated each other on what happened and what's been going on and more importantly, what our goals for the future is. And i have to say, boy... i could not imagine where i am today and how i've changed a year ago. it's as if i'm living a different life, as a different person. the characteristic are still similar but the actions and the process of thought are so much more complex. as it is with different experiences and ideas.

i don't know which version of david is better, the old one or the new one. i'd like to think that i'm the same person as i am yesterday, but with much more responsibility and a lot more mature than i was a year ago. the real world is definitely a lot harder than what it was in college, more challenges, more responsibilities, as well as more experiences to mold you into the person that are destine to be.

sometimes you just don't know who you are until you are put into a situation where it pushes you to the max and thus forces you to figure out what is important in your life and how you want to make a living. i'm glad that i had the chance to figure this out early in my stage and that i have the power to do whatever i wanted to do in life because i know i can do it. we all have the ability to learn and gain the skills necessary to achieve our uttermost goals and lifestyle, it's just getting to there from here that is the hard part. but with hard work and persistence, you are bound to make it. once you've made the decision to do it, then it becomes not a matter of "if", but a matter of "when". We are all born dangerously, but some choose to stay dangerous while some choose to be just comfortable. don't sell yourself short. step out of the boat, take a chance, and by God's good grace, just go with it. it might not seem like it's the rational choice, but as long as it's what your heart desires, it will be the right choice.

find yourself, spend time with him/her, ask questions, live life as who you are, and most importantly, be yourself. Make a list of goals that you want to accomplish in the next 5 years. once you have that done, then make the necessary steps to achieve it. Tell you're friends, tell everybody, tell me.... so we can keep you accountable. it you do that, you will, i repeat, you WILL achieve your goals.

Finals coming up in a few weeks folks. For some of you this will be cake, and for the other half of you guys, this will be the hardest thing you've ever done in your God given life. either way, i want to wish the best of luck to all of you. Study hard and leave no regrets.

go and do it. period.





*ranting while drunk is probably not good.....

Let your beauty fall

it's march.

i'm tired,

and yet we marches on.

because soon,

it will be...

June.


time... the one thing that doesn't wait for anyone. i often wished that i have the special power to freeze time, or maybe have an extra day in the week than anyone else. Just think about how powerful that'd be. an extra day to relax, catch up on your reading, maybe even watch the shows you've tivo-ed. 24 hours to use against your foes, upgrading your skills and beating them at their game. how cool would that be?

it's nice to daydream, but it is what it is. And daydreaming is just... dreams. God gave us all a fair playing ground. 24 hours, and that is that. What we do with it and how productive we are with our time is completely our responsibility. If your not careful, time will fly you by.

I stopped by the old high school the other day, had to visit my old japanese teacher, who is also my client :), for some paperwork. Turns out it's the day of their japanese club/anime club meeting so there were a lot of students after school. Being the great matchmaker that my teacher is, she introduced me to the club president, she's probably almost 18, but she looked 14.

j-teacher: "here david, look around.. there's a lot of girls here. you can have your pick." (hinting at the 14-yr old.)
14-yr old club prez: "uhhh.... how old are you?"
me: caught way off-guard but yet trying to play it cool "i'm 23." proudly
14-yr old club prez: "ewww.. you're too old."
me: "..." did i just got rejected by a highschooler?

To my defense, i wasn't even trying to pick her up in the first place 'cause it's illegal. And two, it's been a while since i was in the high school arena, and those peer-pressure can really get to you and ruin your game. it's true... However, aside from the 400pts plummet on my self-esteem, she did get her point across. I am getting old. I'm 23 now, going to be 24 in summer, looks like i'm 9, acts like i'm 12, but lives as if i'm 34. somethings' wrong here 'cause it's not adding up. And i'd better fix it soon and start living my life, 'cause it's going to be June soon.

The president of the united states have the same amount of time in the day as we do. And just imagine his list-to-dos' and compare it w/ yours.

his: explain to north korea that north pole is not a threat and the penguins are not mocking them in order to stop an all out nuclear attack again the elves.
yours: wake up at 10am
his: save the polar bears from drowning due to global warming.
yours: make dinner.

point taken. The fact is that time is valuable. And the great thing is that we all have enough time in our day to save the world like jack bauler. it's just how we use it. if you, me, us, can cut 3.5 hours a day from our activities. cut down our tv time in half, shower in 10 minutes, take only 2hr naps instead of 4, avoid internet browsing. if we can do that, we can save 3.5hrs a day. and if we can save 3.5hrs a day, we'd have an extra 24hrs a week to relax, catch up on your readings, and upgrade your skills so you can beat your foes. how cool would that be?

with that said, this post took an hour to write. and it's 2:34am. and i'm stupid.

over and out.



to my ex-roomies,
Happy March Birthday!

*sigh* ..... meow.

another day. another fish.

Tuesday Rant!

10:35pm
Ahhhhhh! stupid Scappoose Police... SCAP-POOOOSE! seriously, what kind of name is that anyways? Stupid. Drove all the way to Clatskanie only to get a speeding tix for $211! two-one-one?? for going 46 in 35? man, damn that inflation. I don't even think i was in the 35 speed zone... hmm.. i'm gonna fight for this one. yep. not guilty all the way. i'll see you in court Officer Pixley.

2:05pm
I'm peed a little inside my pants today... i felt wetness on my right knee. it didn't drip down or anything, so at least it wasn't that much. yay...

10am-11pm
Got nothing accomplished! didn't pick up a check, sat down w/ a millionaire and didn't do any business, got no-showed by a multi-millionaire 'cause his mom's got cancer... AHHHH! why can't the world just focus on me! i mean, come on really... is that too much to ask for?

Tomorrow's LOVER's DAY!!! yayyyyyy, i'm so happy. I love Lovers Day. It's the best. I planned on being in the office at 9am, going to salem for appt at 2pm, drive back during rush-hour just so that i can make it back in the office in time to be on the phones for the rest of the night... till 9pm. I love it. love it so much that i spent the only one hour of free time i had today on craiglist. checking out the relationship ads and all the fun jazz. YAY!

There's some weird and messed up stuff on craigslist.



according to the great-wise-one, the name Scappoose came from a philistine named Pixley years ago who had this scab that was hanging loosely on the tip of his left nipple for many many years due to a freak accident at the cow farm. And strangely, as years went on this scab grew and eventually expended to the edge of his right nipple, thus covering his whole chest area in a horrifying feast of loosely scab which attracts many many flies and other stupid insects.

Then one day... glory fell from above as Pixley was knocked down by a shemale bull while mistakenly milking "her wonders". Out of 50% fury and 50% excitement, the shemale bull then crapped all over Pixley on his chest. Right in the middle of his cross-nipple scabs and killing all the flies in the process. Out of joy the philistine ran to town rejoicing and proclaiming that the shemale bull Pooped right in the middle of his Scab that was Loose.

The towns people, disgusted by the sight of a grown man running around with poop all over his insect buried chest while shouting out on the top of his lungs, threw rocks at Pixley and wrote him a $211 violation for smelling like crap. Pixley then died of a heart attack. From then on this place is known as Scappoose. In memory of a Philistine who had poop in the middle of his loosely scab.

scab-poop-loose = Scappoose

take that sucker.

I'm not ready to make nice.

-lake tahoe, winter 2007

How is it possibly be Feb 11th already??? Holy Cow! man... time's gotta slow down.

just got back from Tahoe today... gotta say, it was pretty sweet. just relaxing and lounging around all day long, feeling like the days back in college. Got absolutely nothing accomplished in the past 5 days, it was pretty great.

Feeling a bit out of it. refreshed. but yet, not ready for monday to begin. sometimes it's just hard to get back into the water after drying out in the sun. Even tho you know that you'll get use to the cold, you still frown upon it.

sat at home and watch the Grammy tonight and i must say, it was actually pretty good. there were a lot of performances and very little speeches. kinda like a live concert w/ commercial breaks really. quite nice really, yes. so nice that afterwards i drove to freddy's and bought the Grammy Nominees 2007 CD. Yep. cost me $12.99, but it was well worth it. 23 songs!!! two-three! that's like 56.5 cents a song. good investment indeed!

But the real reason why i wanted it so bad was 'cause of this one song. "not ready to make nice" by the Dixie Chicks (who by the way walked away with 5 grammys, including song of the year). There is just so much passion and anger and hurt, all unleashed in an elegantly-written 3 minute and 55 seconds of pissed-off fury. Releasing all the mess-up emotion inside and giving whatever comfort there are, to those who can't be comforted. A feeling hopefully i'll never have to experience, but if i ever did experience losing a love one at war, this is the song i'd want in my corner, each morning as i fight the day.

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting

good stuff... btw, blogger has gone NEW blogger. whatever that means. haven't notice any diff. except i don't know how to work the NEW spell check function... yea, that might suck in the future.

up-coming attraction: stories from tahoe.

Monday Update.

Saturday...
3:30pm
Got a phone call on the way down to Salem RV show from Mom.
Mom:"hey, little brother." (that's what i'm known as at home... in taiwanese.)
Me: "yea?"
Mom: "where you at?"
Me: "I'm driving to Salem right now."
Mom: "oh... we bought a condo."
Me: (silence) "oh... good."

Hai: looks at me with his sleepy eyes.
Me: "my parents just bought a condo."
Hai: "oh... good."

12am... ish.
We're dancing on the dance floor in the club and i felt a hand reached down my butt. I turned around and there was this black lady looking at me.
Me: (a bit confused and somewhat shocked... and not turned on at all.) "umm... can i help you?"
Black Mama: "Oh~ your shirt came out, i was just helping you tucking it in." (smile)
Me: "oh... thx."

If i weren't a skinny asian-man i'd say that she was hitting on me. but i am, and i'm scared. i just got molested by Black Mama. and let me tell you, she tucked it in the inner pants, and yes, there was skin contact.

Sunday...
10am
Back at the Salem RV show again... I decided that this will be the last RV show i do.

4pm
The condo is surprising spacious, it's bigger than our current house. located in Clackmas, next to the 3 par golf-course, which i have unlimited access too. They're building a outdoor mall down the block and looks like a really decent place. Hmm... i guess i'll stay w/ my parents for a little while. Always wanted to live in a condo... downtown.

9pm
finished watching 6 episoles of 24... season 4! yea, i'm catching up.

Monday
4:45pm
The employee at Wendy's looks at me with a smile while he refills my drink. And as he was handing my coke to me he says,
Wendy's dude: "nice tux."
Me: "Thank YOU!"

don't know why i said it that loud. but i was thinking..
"it's a suit, you stupid."

Later he came by and clean some table next too me. we made eye contact a few times and he tried to stirr up some coversation...

If i weren't straight i'd say Wendy's hitting on me. but i am, and i'm scared. I just got visually undressed by a mexican in Wendy's.. but the real crime behind all this is that he thought i was wearing a tux... A TUX??? man, i'm calling the fashion police. Perhaps he's not gay afterall.

6:45pm
I gave up the wait for my big fish... Got no-showed by them again... AHHHH! it kinda sucks a bit.

11:30pm
I burnt my popcorn.

beep. beep. beep. beep.



this is not spell checked... 'cause i'm too lazy. learn to love it.

On a happy note. i've showered twice in the last 16 days... yes guys, i am that lazy. and yes ladies, i can bottle up some of me musk for your smelling pleasure. it's okay, this one's on me.

Work Rant... Poop Fairy.

Recently i've developed this inconvenient habit of pooping at work. I'm not sure when it started, but now it's almost like a daily routine. I think it first started because i thought it was a great way to get away from all the craziness at work. My 15... 30 minutes of relaxation where i can just be alone, chill, and focus on my business. It was wonderful. Now, it's getting more and more inconvenient.

I NEED my privacy while i'm taking care of my business, and i hate it when someone walks in and interrupts me while i'm in the process of making magic. So i take the necessary measure to ensure my privacy. There are 4 different bathrooms in the complex that's available to us, one right outside the office, one below the office, one all the way down the hall, and at last, one downstairs and all the way down the hall. I''ll give you one chance to guess which one I use for my workshop.... Yep, you got it. It's the one down stairs and all-the-way down the hall! it's a walk, but it's worth it. Why you ask? well for several key reason... 1) chances of running into co-worker... slim. 2) due to the location, the whole magic-making process takes longer, thus more alone time for david. But most importantly, 3) there's always reading materials there. and reading material while baking = heavenly.

I don't know where it comes from, where it's been, or how it get there. But you can count on the sports section of USA Today being in the John on a daily basis. and if you're lucky, maybe the Life section, and sometimes even the front page! I know... just wonderful. even tho it's a short time, but it's like for that 15...30 minutes of the day, all is well and there's peace on earth. it's magical.

However, I think the words getting out, 'cause back in the days (6 months ago) there be hardly anybody at that stall. But recently, it's been the most popular one. Thus making it quite inconvenient, 'cause I already develop this habit, but now, there's no outlet... I feel like i'm a crack whore going thru withdraw...

The other day, actually, it was quite late in the evening. I had the urge to unleash my greatness. So i took the walk of shame down to my favorite workshop only to be disappointed. All the tee-pee were used up! That's quite rare cause they refill it everynight, and they put in TWO rolls. And the worst of it was that the sports page were gone! So, feeling defeated, I walked back down the walk of shame to the bathroom below the office thinking that it would be another unsatisfied trip to the babymaker. But to my dismay, it was the exact opposite. In there, I found joy and happiness because someone (the Poop Fairy) had transport the newspaper down the hall to this bathroom! Muh-hahah, all is well again and there was much rejoicing in the world. I guess great minds think alike.

So... you're probably thinking to yourself "I can't believe I just wasted 15 minutes of my life reading about someone's crap." while hitting your head with your left hand and cutting your wrist with your right. For that, i apologize. I guess what i'm trying to say, and the moral of all this greatness is that... sometimes we create habits in our life because it's comfortable at the time. however, over time, many of these habit becomes harmful in our lives and quite frankly, inconvenient. And if you let it go, thinking that all will be okay and that you'll just grow out of this, you're just kidding yourself. There's only four bathrooms, for like... 100 guys, and the secret is out. It's time to leave behind what's holding you back, and move on. No pun intended. Don't let your crap get the best of you!


crap i leave with you...

this is way-cool, over and out!



reasons why girls fall head over heels over david #27:
"... the poop from the cow gives nurturance to the grass, and the the sheep feeds on the grass, the wolf feeds on the sheep, the hunter hunts the wolf, that provides dinner to the laboring wife, so the baby can survive and grow up to be the one that discover the cure of cancer, thus giving life. So poop = life. And if that were the case, David's got enough life in him to be crowned the LifeMaker."

i don't know where i come up with these ridiculous stuff...

Seek ye first...

"Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and all these should be added onto you." We've all heard this saying before (or something along that line). How simple are these words of instruction, but yet, how deep is its understanding, and even more, how hard is it to follow? There are really two parts to this commandment, and which one of them is the stopper for you?

Is it really that hard to seek Him? to give in, saying that there is one true God, one that is the source of this universe, one that is the creator of all things, and one that is... in control of everything. Ahh, to surrender your control... or perhaps, your illusion. What would that be like?

Or is the latter part the hardest? to seek ye... FIRST. As in above all else. Above your video games, your homework, your friends, beer, fondling, your grades at school, your career, family, wife... your son. Now i'm not a family man (thank goodness), but picture yourself having to choose between your daughter, one whom you've nicknamed"angel", and the kingdom of God. What would that be like?

The greatest gift that God has ever given us is our ability to make our own decisions... and yet sometimes i wish i never received that gift. Then maybe, just maybe.. I won't feel so much like peter... Because even the best fall down sometimes. And even the stars refuse to shine. Out of the back you fall in time. I somehow find, you and I ... COLLIDE! haha! yea... smooth, i know.

Take what you can out of it, if it's just a smile then... so be it.

On the plus note, things are looking up in the life of yours truly...

1. it snowed. and snowed.. and snowed some more. which meant a four day weekend for me.
2. i've recovered my bible, it was at my desk all along. I discovered it while I cleaned my desk two days ago. Now i can actually see the surface of the desk, and it's wood.
3. my desk is clean.
4. i'm trying to be on-time more often to all events, and i must say, so far.. it's been good. Last week started out a bit rough, but overall it was the earliest i've been in the office on a weekly average. However, because now i get in just late enough for my managers and mentors to notice, I am now in more trouble then ever. My manager had announced last week that he will now personally call me in the mornings to make sure i get in on time. Luckily, he has not done so yet, but he will... oh he will.
5. we, as a family, finally finished our tube of toothpaste. Thus letting us to buy a new tube a toothpaste... but not just any new tube of toothpaste, but one that actually tastes like toothpaste and not vanilla. which i disliked very much.
6. there is white rice again! yes, rejoice! For sometime now our family has been eating out of brown rice because my mom thinks it's better for the body, and there are some beans and nuts in it that are suppose to be good for the body... I hated it. and now, its gone. so all is well again. let the rejoicing begin!

On the downside...

I was scratching my butt cheek today and i smell my hand afterwards... it smells like butt.

I think it's time for a shower.


Reasons why girls fall head over heel for david #55
"He has great sense of humor... about poop and such related topics."

Jones #5
"Your life will be happy and peaceful."

Drive.

Back in high school i used to be a pretty decent runner at the time. And by pretty decent i mean, pretty DAMN decent. I was the self-proclaim fastest asian in the state with a big gap between me and the runner up. And by no means did I accomplish this by my God given talent alone. It took that, and faith, and lots and lots of sweat. I was quite dedicated to my team and practice, as well as determined to do the very best that i can. And i did. or so i thought...

there are 2 levels of runners (joggers not included). The first level of runner runs on pure strength and physical ability, this is the foundation, the very basic of the sport. If you were to be successful at anything, you have to put in work and the sweat to put yourself in a position to be somebody. And this is the first step, it's the easy step, 'cause all it takes is a determined mind and lots of hard work. The second level however, takes so much more. It's not about the physical part because the body can only carry you so far, then the rest is all mental. Level II runners has this drive, this crazy drive. That'll kick in when all you feel is pain in your legs, and your head is dizzy from lack of blood, when your body has calmed down from the rush that carried you this far and when the finish line seems like miles away and there is no way in hell that you can keep up with the current pace of the pack. When all hope seemed lost and defeat is evitable, this is when your mind takes over your body and carries it to the next level. And that, is what separates a level II runner from a level I, or a decent runner from a great runner. And that, is what kept me from going to state with the 800 meters.

I'm not much of a guy that makes new year resolutions... mainly because i thought it was like an american thing. you know, it's not asian like. I guess it's because when in taiwan, we have 2 new years, 1st of the year and the lunar new year. And really the big celebration is the lunar new year, 'cause that when the family get together and pass out the red envelope to us (aka, it's the one day of the year that we can paid.) However, if i were to have a new year resolution, this would be it...

First, I want to have drive. I've been passive all my life for too long. the perseverance is there, but there is no drive, no fire, and lack of passion. I still don't know what my passion is, but God willing, this year, I'm gonna be driven. My engine's gonna be pushed hard even if i don't know where i'm going. 'cause a mustang is just too pretty to be kept in the neighborhood zone. it'd be a shame, it's time to head on the highway.

Second, I want to fix my lateness problem... 'cause it's getting out of hand. people expect me to be late now. if i show up on time, they actually make a big deal out of it. and i'm just tired of it, and it's not good business practice.

Third, I'm gonna take on more responsibility. Starting with the basic chores at home. I want to start contribute more, be more independent, and take on more financial responsibilities.

Four, I'm gonna quit clubbing.

Five, I'm gonna be very lenient on number four.

Six, I'm gonna be more bad ass... in a good way. like the King David way. King David was the man of men, the king of kings. Confident at heart, Bad ass to the core, and a leader of a nation. But most importantly... he's a man after the Lord's heart. And That's gonna be me.

...'cause girls likes that.

Yep yep, that sounds about right... we'll see how that goes.

on another note... finally saw the pursuit of happyness today. by myself self if i might add. (sometimes david goes to the theather by himself... just sometimes, not all the time.... really, he does have friends.) Anyways, was planning on writing something about that and Rocky B. 'cause they're both two very ... positive films. but somehow it felt like anything i wrote would be short of the feeling that i've exprience from these two movie and that no words can do justice. so thus, in lack of better words from yours truly, go and read jason ma's blog. 'cause it pretty much sums it up quite well. enjoy and go see the movies.

sad news of the day:
i don't know where my bible is...
and Seabass is no longer with us... (tear).

Seabass: gl and best to you kid. you'll be alright, and we'll always be here. that's promise, and with time you'll see.