Thursday, November 29, 2001
THE MOST ELUSIVE GIFT
My cousin Allison thought she would buy me the U2 Elevation Tour DVD for Christmas. And since I was so excited to hear that she planned on getting it for me, I thought I'd expediate the process by taking her the Saturday after Thanksgiving. But, no luck - it was sold out. No problem. I'll just check back on Tuesday by the Best Buy near UCLA since I knew they were getting a new shipment. Well, I have now been to Best Buy three more times with no success. Allison has been to the Puente Hills one with nothing to show for it. And Karena has gone to the Los Feliz one and come home empty-handed.
Now, it's getting personal. I'm having nightmares of seeing that darn empty U2 display case just sitting there, taunting me. Ha ha ha ha ha!
Now, I'm on a mission:
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to apprehend the aforementioned information disc. You must also get it for the $19.99 price before they raise it to the $24.99 price. You have at your disposal all the usual IMF agents (not Ving Rhames) including your cousin Allison Eng and your girlfriend Karena Lee. Good luck. This message will self destruct.
<smoke dissipates into the air>
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Also, happy 22nd birthday to my sister Sandra!
My cousin Allison thought she would buy me the U2 Elevation Tour DVD for Christmas. And since I was so excited to hear that she planned on getting it for me, I thought I'd expediate the process by taking her the Saturday after Thanksgiving. But, no luck - it was sold out. No problem. I'll just check back on Tuesday by the Best Buy near UCLA since I knew they were getting a new shipment. Well, I have now been to Best Buy three more times with no success. Allison has been to the Puente Hills one with nothing to show for it. And Karena has gone to the Los Feliz one and come home empty-handed.
Now, it's getting personal. I'm having nightmares of seeing that darn empty U2 display case just sitting there, taunting me. Ha ha ha ha ha!
Now, I'm on a mission:
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to apprehend the aforementioned information disc. You must also get it for the $19.99 price before they raise it to the $24.99 price. You have at your disposal all the usual IMF agents (not Ving Rhames) including your cousin Allison Eng and your girlfriend Karena Lee. Good luck. This message will self destruct.
<smoke dissipates into the air>
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Also, happy 22nd birthday to my sister Sandra!
Wednesday, November 28, 2001
THE SPOTLIGHT'S ON KARENA AND ME
Click here to see everyone's favorite Bug Eater Jason Chan put Karena and me in the spotlight. There's a picture of us, animated look-alikes, celebrity look-alikes, and some good ol' fashioned fun.
Click here to see everyone's favorite Bug Eater Jason Chan put Karena and me in the spotlight. There's a picture of us, animated look-alikes, celebrity look-alikes, and some good ol' fashioned fun.
ELECTRONIC BREAKDOWN
As a kid, I always thought I was jinxed because my toys would always break. My electronic toys would have the batteries melt or it'll just go hay-wire and not work.
Little did I know that this jinx would continue to bite me as an adult. I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden this week, my current electronic "toys" have gone haywire. It all started Sunday afternoon when I tried to set the alarm on my car. I hit that darn button 15 times before it went off. And later, I tried to open the sunroof, only to find that it would open. And then, the inside light wouldn't turn on. Luckily for me, those things all ended up fixing themselves.
And my cell phone has been acting funny too. Sometimes, if you just dial the numbers without the area code, it doesn't work. And there's nothing Cingular can do about it.
But the worst one of all is that my Aiwa stereo that serves as my stereo and brings audio life to my TV, VCR, and DVD player has died ... for the second time in two years. It won't turn on and there's nothing I can do about it except bring it in to be repaired (and have to pay this time because it's past warranty).
It sucks to be jinxed.
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And to all those who flodded my guestbook with nasty notes about forgetting Jeff and all the people sitting at the "cool" table, I apologize. My bad for forgetting.
As a kid, I always thought I was jinxed because my toys would always break. My electronic toys would have the batteries melt or it'll just go hay-wire and not work.
Little did I know that this jinx would continue to bite me as an adult. I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden this week, my current electronic "toys" have gone haywire. It all started Sunday afternoon when I tried to set the alarm on my car. I hit that darn button 15 times before it went off. And later, I tried to open the sunroof, only to find that it would open. And then, the inside light wouldn't turn on. Luckily for me, those things all ended up fixing themselves.
And my cell phone has been acting funny too. Sometimes, if you just dial the numbers without the area code, it doesn't work. And there's nothing Cingular can do about it.
But the worst one of all is that my Aiwa stereo that serves as my stereo and brings audio life to my TV, VCR, and DVD player has died ... for the second time in two years. It won't turn on and there's nothing I can do about it except bring it in to be repaired (and have to pay this time because it's past warranty).
It sucks to be jinxed.
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And to all those who flodded my guestbook with nasty notes about forgetting Jeff and all the people sitting at the "cool" table, I apologize. My bad for forgetting.
Monday, November 26, 2001
A SERMON, A RED SHIRT, A BIRTHDAY, AND A TREE
It was Sunday and you all know what that means: another great sermon from Pastor Clive. This time, it was on not being discouraged or losing heart, even in the midst of difficult times. Afterwards, the fashion police (aka Victoria and Michael too to a certain extent) were out in full force. And I was ready to take on whatever wrath I may have incurred by wearing a red shirt and tie. First, Janet came to compliment me .. well, sort of. "From a distance, I wasn't sure if it was you or Regis." Then, Karena looked, smiled, and gave the "I don't like it." look. And later, she got me good by calling it my "USC shirt." Boo!!!!! Victoria gave me the thumbs up and that made me feel good because it's not easy pleasing the captain of the squad. Michael was happy because he thinks red is the "in" color for guys to wear. Jacob, a man who owns and proudly wears purple pants, agreed. Aaron, in his usual deep voiced ghetto slang, said, "Fruity. That's all I gotz to say about that shirt. Fruity." Hey, you win some and you lose some.
We went to NBC for dim sum to celebrate Aaron's birthday. Darrell, Gary, Luong, Karena, me, Simon, Vanessa, Suzanne, Velina, Reuel, and [someone else, I can't remember right now] crammed into one little table. I loved that we were not afraid to fill our lazy susan with over 20 dishes. But I am sad to admit that we got chicken feet and cow intestine ... and people liked it. Yuck!
The Sunday ended by doing one of my favorite things - putting up our Christmas decorations. And if you've ever been to our house during the holidays, you know that there are A LOT of decorations to put up. This year, because neither my brother or sister were around, my mom and I were left to fend for ourselves (my dad doesn't helps. It's just not his thing.) I love this time because of the family bonding and because this is the only time you'll see my parents fussing over how a nativity scene should look. Makes me wish everyday were Christmas.
It was Sunday and you all know what that means: another great sermon from Pastor Clive. This time, it was on not being discouraged or losing heart, even in the midst of difficult times. Afterwards, the fashion police (aka Victoria and Michael too to a certain extent) were out in full force. And I was ready to take on whatever wrath I may have incurred by wearing a red shirt and tie. First, Janet came to compliment me .. well, sort of. "From a distance, I wasn't sure if it was you or Regis." Then, Karena looked, smiled, and gave the "I don't like it." look. And later, she got me good by calling it my "USC shirt." Boo!!!!! Victoria gave me the thumbs up and that made me feel good because it's not easy pleasing the captain of the squad. Michael was happy because he thinks red is the "in" color for guys to wear. Jacob, a man who owns and proudly wears purple pants, agreed. Aaron, in his usual deep voiced ghetto slang, said, "Fruity. That's all I gotz to say about that shirt. Fruity." Hey, you win some and you lose some.
We went to NBC for dim sum to celebrate Aaron's birthday. Darrell, Gary, Luong, Karena, me, Simon, Vanessa, Suzanne, Velina, Reuel, and [someone else, I can't remember right now] crammed into one little table. I loved that we were not afraid to fill our lazy susan with over 20 dishes. But I am sad to admit that we got chicken feet and cow intestine ... and people liked it. Yuck!
The Sunday ended by doing one of my favorite things - putting up our Christmas decorations. And if you've ever been to our house during the holidays, you know that there are A LOT of decorations to put up. This year, because neither my brother or sister were around, my mom and I were left to fend for ourselves (my dad doesn't helps. It's just not his thing.) I love this time because of the family bonding and because this is the only time you'll see my parents fussing over how a nativity scene should look. Makes me wish everyday were Christmas.
Sunday, November 25, 2001
BBQ, TABOO
After having to cancel my small group outing due to lack of interest, I was feeling down. I thought having something during the day would leave Saturday night free for people to go do whatever, but as it turns out, people are busy during the day and free at night.
Well, everything turned out to be alright because Reuel's group turned his small group outing into a Koinonia one with a BBQ in Ricky's garage (because of the rain) and a night of watching "A Knight's Tale" and playing the Updated Version of Taboo. The food was too good, the Taboo game even better, and the fellowship better still. Here's some highlights:
- Jacob yelling out as loud as possible, "Hey, Victor? Where's Aaron's cake?" spoiling the surprise birthday cake we had gotten him.
- Reuel, forgetting half the food at home, and having to go with Karena to buy the same food at Costco again for the second day in a row.
- Aaron, looking in amazement, at his birthday cake ... with a plump girl in pig-tails and flowers on it.
- While watching "A Knight's Tale" a scene where Heath Ledger is trying to get info about his love interest from her friend (a much cuter girl), Gary says, "He should be saying, 'I don't care about finding out about her, I wanna know how you doin'?
- While trying to get people to say "Drive-thru" during Taboo, Ricky blurts out the clue, "It's that thing you pass through when you want to buy ..." Ah, darn it! You can't say 'through' if that's the word you want people to say?"
- Trying to get people to say "Abominable Snowman," Jeff says, "When you do sit-up, you work your ..." Abs ... abdominals Jeff goes on to say, "Right. Now it's like that, but now Frosty the ..." Abominble Snowman!!!
After having to cancel my small group outing due to lack of interest, I was feeling down. I thought having something during the day would leave Saturday night free for people to go do whatever, but as it turns out, people are busy during the day and free at night.
Well, everything turned out to be alright because Reuel's group turned his small group outing into a Koinonia one with a BBQ in Ricky's garage (because of the rain) and a night of watching "A Knight's Tale" and playing the Updated Version of Taboo. The food was too good, the Taboo game even better, and the fellowship better still. Here's some highlights:
- Jacob yelling out as loud as possible, "Hey, Victor? Where's Aaron's cake?" spoiling the surprise birthday cake we had gotten him.
- Reuel, forgetting half the food at home, and having to go with Karena to buy the same food at Costco again for the second day in a row.
- Aaron, looking in amazement, at his birthday cake ... with a plump girl in pig-tails and flowers on it.
- While watching "A Knight's Tale" a scene where Heath Ledger is trying to get info about his love interest from her friend (a much cuter girl), Gary says, "He should be saying, 'I don't care about finding out about her, I wanna know how you doin'?
- While trying to get people to say "Drive-thru" during Taboo, Ricky blurts out the clue, "It's that thing you pass through when you want to buy ..." Ah, darn it! You can't say 'through' if that's the word you want people to say?"
- Trying to get people to say "Abominable Snowman," Jeff says, "When you do sit-up, you work your ..." Abs ... abdominals Jeff goes on to say, "Right. Now it's like that, but now Frosty the ..." Abominble Snowman!!!
Saturday, November 24, 2001
FOOTBALL IS FOR GIRLS?
I once heard that men and women are only biologically different by 7%. Sound like too little? Here's proof that the percentage could possibly be less.
Things overheard while playing football with almost 20 guys Friday morning:
I woke up sooo early to go shopping at the mall today. I had to take advantage of the good sales.
Oh no! I broke a nail!
I should have gone to buy some new shoes. I NEED some new shoes.
My skin is too dry. Anyone have lotion?
Upon further review, maybe it should be 5%.
I once heard that men and women are only biologically different by 7%. Sound like too little? Here's proof that the percentage could possibly be less.
Things overheard while playing football with almost 20 guys Friday morning:
I woke up sooo early to go shopping at the mall today. I had to take advantage of the good sales.
Oh no! I broke a nail!
I should have gone to buy some new shoes. I NEED some new shoes.
My skin is too dry. Anyone have lotion?
Upon further review, maybe it should be 5%.
MOVIE CITY
With the flocking of so many people to my house (20 for Thanksgiving and my cousins over again on Friday) also comes multiple movies in both DVD and VHS format. In this house, showing non-stop these days has been: Shrek, Iron Monkey, Sneakers, Rush Hour 2, Jurassic Park III, It's a Wonderful Life, Men of Honor, Speed 2 (okay, so it was only on for about 5 minutes. We have STANDARDS!), You've Got Mail, some Hallmark classic movie with Frankie Muniz (Malcolm in the Middle) and James Earl Jones, and some other Chinese movies. And during the breaks, we've been playing Gran Turismo 3 and a lot of Dance Dance Revolution (Have You Ever Been Mellow? Boom, Boom Dollar).
With the flocking of so many people to my house (20 for Thanksgiving and my cousins over again on Friday) also comes multiple movies in both DVD and VHS format. In this house, showing non-stop these days has been: Shrek, Iron Monkey, Sneakers, Rush Hour 2, Jurassic Park III, It's a Wonderful Life, Men of Honor, Speed 2 (okay, so it was only on for about 5 minutes. We have STANDARDS!), You've Got Mail, some Hallmark classic movie with Frankie Muniz (Malcolm in the Middle) and James Earl Jones, and some other Chinese movies. And during the breaks, we've been playing Gran Turismo 3 and a lot of Dance Dance Revolution (Have You Ever Been Mellow? Boom, Boom Dollar).
THANKSGIVING FOR TWO
For the first time in my life, I spent a part of Thanksgiving with another family. At first, it was really difficult because always has her help in the kitchen to prep and to keep her friends and my cousins entertained when they start arriving. But everything worked out because Karena and I first when with her family to her aunt's house. The food was standard, but excellent. Especially notable was the turkey, sliced neatly and white and dark meat separated and the champagne. But even more excellent were Karena's aunt Eva and uncle Sherman. Their house, in the hills of La Canada, had been done and redone to give the house a very distinguished look including expensive paintings hanging on the walls, beautiful furniture, and a fountain in the backyard. This is a house people dream of, but one that could also mke its owners cold and greedy. This could not be further from the truth with Aunt Eva and Uncle Sherman. They're both very friendly, down-to-earth, supportive, fun-loving Christians who know how to host a party, keep a family together, and enjoy life in all circumstances. And as with practically ever party we go to nowadays, Karena and I got a PT request - we looked at Uncle Sherman's back, which began to feel better by the time we left. PT is cool!
We went to my house and ate more (yes!) and made gingerbread houses with my cousins. After intense voting where Jonathan tried to influence the judges "That house over there may not be mine, but look at the intricate detail. That's amazing. And Uncle Francis, let me say that you are a handsome man!" But in the end, his persuasion, and Tammy's attempts to bring order to my chaotic (and non-symmetrical) design went for naught because Allison and Karena were the big winners.
And after a night where we went to two dinners and had the privilege to sit down to give thanks with two wonderful families, I realized that Karena and I were actually the big winners.
For the first time in my life, I spent a part of Thanksgiving with another family. At first, it was really difficult because always has her help in the kitchen to prep and to keep her friends and my cousins entertained when they start arriving. But everything worked out because Karena and I first when with her family to her aunt's house. The food was standard, but excellent. Especially notable was the turkey, sliced neatly and white and dark meat separated and the champagne. But even more excellent were Karena's aunt Eva and uncle Sherman. Their house, in the hills of La Canada, had been done and redone to give the house a very distinguished look including expensive paintings hanging on the walls, beautiful furniture, and a fountain in the backyard. This is a house people dream of, but one that could also mke its owners cold and greedy. This could not be further from the truth with Aunt Eva and Uncle Sherman. They're both very friendly, down-to-earth, supportive, fun-loving Christians who know how to host a party, keep a family together, and enjoy life in all circumstances. And as with practically ever party we go to nowadays, Karena and I got a PT request - we looked at Uncle Sherman's back, which began to feel better by the time we left. PT is cool!
We went to my house and ate more (yes!) and made gingerbread houses with my cousins. After intense voting where Jonathan tried to influence the judges "That house over there may not be mine, but look at the intricate detail. That's amazing. And Uncle Francis, let me say that you are a handsome man!" But in the end, his persuasion, and Tammy's attempts to bring order to my chaotic (and non-symmetrical) design went for naught because Allison and Karena were the big winners.
And after a night where we went to two dinners and had the privilege to sit down to give thanks with two wonderful families, I realized that Karena and I were actually the big winners.
AMELIE
After Michael's not-so-subtle push to see Amelie over the last few weeks, Karena and I decided to see it Wednesday night with Larry in Santa Monica. I have to admit that I have never been a big foreign film buff ... and it didn't help that two taller people sat in front of us so that all three of us had to move our heads left to right during ever scene just to read the subtitles. But I liked this movie because of its creativity, filmmaking, and imagination. Amelie clearly has too much time on her hands, but that's what makes it exciting. She can't just go up to a guy and talk to him so she makes him jump through all these hoops ... just to have him see her through some binoculars. Karena's favorite part? The "traveling" gnome who eventually encourages her dad to travel. The movie promises that "She'll change your life." And that's what she did for me because I was really touched to see how her she befriended the hermit artist, brought two people at work together, got her dad to leave the house and enjoy his retirement, and found love for herself and her new guy.
I hope I can, in my small way, make other people's lives better by being in them.
After Michael's not-so-subtle push to see Amelie over the last few weeks, Karena and I decided to see it Wednesday night with Larry in Santa Monica. I have to admit that I have never been a big foreign film buff ... and it didn't help that two taller people sat in front of us so that all three of us had to move our heads left to right during ever scene just to read the subtitles. But I liked this movie because of its creativity, filmmaking, and imagination. Amelie clearly has too much time on her hands, but that's what makes it exciting. She can't just go up to a guy and talk to him so she makes him jump through all these hoops ... just to have him see her through some binoculars. Karena's favorite part? The "traveling" gnome who eventually encourages her dad to travel. The movie promises that "She'll change your life." And that's what she did for me because I was really touched to see how her she befriended the hermit artist, brought two people at work together, got her dad to leave the house and enjoy his retirement, and found love for herself and her new guy.
I hope I can, in my small way, make other people's lives better by being in them.
Wednesday, November 21, 2001
THE STATE OF THE APARTMENT
President Bush has the State of the Union, Gov. Davis has the State of the State, and I have the ... State of the Aparment address?!?
I has now been about nine months since I moved into my place in Palms (actually Cheviot Hills at National and Manning). Now, it's time to survey what's been good amongst what's been bad.
First, there's the leaky kitchen sink that flows like there's no tomorrow. But I just call that the fung shui of my apartment.
There's the bathroom door that won't close unless you shove it ... hard. But at least you know when someone's going into the bathroom.
There's the bedroom window that slides off the hinges all the time so I have to open and close it very carefully. But at least it teaches me patience.
There's the refrigerator that keeps items on the top shelf much cooler than items on the bottom shelf. If I go home for the weekend, I have to move everything to the top shelf. But at least I keeps me organized.
There's the sliding glass door that has the screen door on the outside so that I have to open the sliding glass door just to shut the screen door. But at least it keeps me about priorities.
There's the TV antennae connection that changes with each passing day so that I have to move the cord around every which way of every day or stand there holding it sometimes. But at least I'm learning valuable scientific lessons about how my body can act as an antennae.
Think my place sounds ghetto and owned by a slumlord. Truthfully, it has its flaws, but its not that bad. Besides, it shows that it and its inhabitant have some character.
And besides, it's still home to me.
President Bush has the State of the Union, Gov. Davis has the State of the State, and I have the ... State of the Aparment address?!?
I has now been about nine months since I moved into my place in Palms (actually Cheviot Hills at National and Manning). Now, it's time to survey what's been good amongst what's been bad.
First, there's the leaky kitchen sink that flows like there's no tomorrow. But I just call that the fung shui of my apartment.
There's the bathroom door that won't close unless you shove it ... hard. But at least you know when someone's going into the bathroom.
There's the bedroom window that slides off the hinges all the time so I have to open and close it very carefully. But at least it teaches me patience.
There's the refrigerator that keeps items on the top shelf much cooler than items on the bottom shelf. If I go home for the weekend, I have to move everything to the top shelf. But at least I keeps me organized.
There's the sliding glass door that has the screen door on the outside so that I have to open the sliding glass door just to shut the screen door. But at least it keeps me about priorities.
There's the TV antennae connection that changes with each passing day so that I have to move the cord around every which way of every day or stand there holding it sometimes. But at least I'm learning valuable scientific lessons about how my body can act as an antennae.
Think my place sounds ghetto and owned by a slumlord. Truthfully, it has its flaws, but its not that bad. Besides, it shows that it and its inhabitant have some character.
And besides, it's still home to me.
Monday, November 19, 2001
AUNTIE AMY
Ever few years, my mom's cousin Amy (I call her Auntie Amy because you know how Chinese people are - everyone is your Auntie or Uncle) comes to visit from England. I have always enjoyed these visits because of her accent: She always says things like, "Your mum is great fun", "Thank you, love", or "I am terribly sorry." It's like having my own Harry Potter movie character staying at home with me.
But what I love more about her visits is the things she notices. I always wish that one day, I could see the small things of this world like she does.
When I was in high school, she commented on how beautiful the city lights were: "They are like burried treasure that is being uncovered. Its expanse is like a reflection of the stars in the night sky. So beautiful!" Back then, I just thought the lights were no big deal, but since then, I have really learned to appreciate them.
This time, she was talking about our mild weather, especially in November when its cold everywhere else. "What I really love about Los Angeles weather is not just the warmth amidst the blue skies, but how subtle it is. It is not boastful about itself. In London, weather like this would be big news, the top story. Everyone would be talking about it and it would intrude on your life. But here, it's nice that it's just there to perfectly complement what you're going to do that day. It's really quite lovely and great fun."
See what I mean?
Ever few years, my mom's cousin Amy (I call her Auntie Amy because you know how Chinese people are - everyone is your Auntie or Uncle) comes to visit from England. I have always enjoyed these visits because of her accent: She always says things like, "Your mum is great fun", "Thank you, love", or "I am terribly sorry." It's like having my own Harry Potter movie character staying at home with me.
But what I love more about her visits is the things she notices. I always wish that one day, I could see the small things of this world like she does.
When I was in high school, she commented on how beautiful the city lights were: "They are like burried treasure that is being uncovered. Its expanse is like a reflection of the stars in the night sky. So beautiful!" Back then, I just thought the lights were no big deal, but since then, I have really learned to appreciate them.
This time, she was talking about our mild weather, especially in November when its cold everywhere else. "What I really love about Los Angeles weather is not just the warmth amidst the blue skies, but how subtle it is. It is not boastful about itself. In London, weather like this would be big news, the top story. Everyone would be talking about it and it would intrude on your life. But here, it's nice that it's just there to perfectly complement what you're going to do that day. It's really quite lovely and great fun."
See what I mean?
Sunday, November 18, 2001
THE WEEKEND IN REVIEW
So much to report, so little time that I have to use bullet points:
* Friday was the last day for one of my co-workers Nafisa. She's now off on maternity leave as her due date is in three weeks. She's still thin, except for the basketball she's carrying (it really looks like a basketball). During the lunchtime potluck, I was caught off guard when a video camera was suddenly put in my face as I was asked to say a meaningful message for her. I had NO IDEA what to say to a women about to have her baby, so I said, "Hey, have a good one!" Sometimes, I can be so dumb.
* While at Jesse and Tammy's after Koinonia, I had a great time singing U2 songs with Danette and Michael, as Danette played the guitar. U2 songs are so good, that they still sound good, even though they're not singing it. Hmm ... maybe it helped that I was singing with Danette (we all know she's got a beautiful voice) and Michael (the best kept secret for best male voice at CEFC).
* Also that night, Michael asked me what I was passionate about. I really, struggled with this question, to the point where I stalled for over 5 minutes before answering, "I'm passionate about being me. I have high expectations for myself and responsiblities that I have to fulfill and I'm passionate about fullfilling those responsibilities and meeting those expectations." Jesse summed it up as "duty." And after the three of us guys having the obligatory male "duty" as "doo-dy" joke (Jesse says, "Hey, I do my 'duty' every morning!"), I agreed with the assessment and realized that I'm just a guy who will show up and do the job.
* While watching USC destroy UCLA in football 27-0 on Saturday, Pastor Rich and I as Bruin Alum were feeling very defeated. And that's when Pastor Rich said the funniest thing I have ever heard him say: "Now I know the Taliban feel like."
* Maybe it's the lingering effects of Sept 11, but I'm so excited to rekindle my love-fest with what is familiar in pop culture and/or what was popular during my childhood. In addition to listening to more Michael Jackson, watching an old tape of Family Ties episodes I taped, and thumbing through old Sports Illustrated magazines (including when Michigan's Chris Webber called TO when he didn't have one), I was so happy to watch Rocky on TV last night. Never have hearing the screaming of the name "Aaaaadrian!!!!!" and seeing the image of a struggling boxer climb to the top of those famous Philadelphia steps been more comforting and reassuring.
* It was bittersweet that only after I dropped Karena off at home for the evening, did I see the meteor shower from my car's moon roof while listening to Steven Curtis Chapman's His Eyes sing, "Sometimes I look above me/While stars are shining/And I feel so small/ How could the God of Heaven and all Creation know I'm here at all?/But then, in the silence He whispers/"My son, I created you too/And you're my most precious creation/I even gave My Son for you." It was a beautiful moment.
* We welcomed our new pastors Clive Chin and Spark Gao (who is a dead ringer for Greg Go, by the way) today before our membership meeting. The meeting was a sleeper, but still it was necessary to elect new leaders for the board. And man can our Chairman Joseph Tong run a meeting! That guy's rough exterior is striking, yet funny, and yet also very effective in moving a meeting along.
Well, there's more, but that's all I can think of for now. Stay tuned for more tomorrow ... same bat time ... same bat channel.
So much to report, so little time that I have to use bullet points:
* Friday was the last day for one of my co-workers Nafisa. She's now off on maternity leave as her due date is in three weeks. She's still thin, except for the basketball she's carrying (it really looks like a basketball). During the lunchtime potluck, I was caught off guard when a video camera was suddenly put in my face as I was asked to say a meaningful message for her. I had NO IDEA what to say to a women about to have her baby, so I said, "Hey, have a good one!" Sometimes, I can be so dumb.
* While at Jesse and Tammy's after Koinonia, I had a great time singing U2 songs with Danette and Michael, as Danette played the guitar. U2 songs are so good, that they still sound good, even though they're not singing it. Hmm ... maybe it helped that I was singing with Danette (we all know she's got a beautiful voice) and Michael (the best kept secret for best male voice at CEFC).
* Also that night, Michael asked me what I was passionate about. I really, struggled with this question, to the point where I stalled for over 5 minutes before answering, "I'm passionate about being me. I have high expectations for myself and responsiblities that I have to fulfill and I'm passionate about fullfilling those responsibilities and meeting those expectations." Jesse summed it up as "duty." And after the three of us guys having the obligatory male "duty" as "doo-dy" joke (Jesse says, "Hey, I do my 'duty' every morning!"), I agreed with the assessment and realized that I'm just a guy who will show up and do the job.
* While watching USC destroy UCLA in football 27-0 on Saturday, Pastor Rich and I as Bruin Alum were feeling very defeated. And that's when Pastor Rich said the funniest thing I have ever heard him say: "Now I know the Taliban feel like."
* Maybe it's the lingering effects of Sept 11, but I'm so excited to rekindle my love-fest with what is familiar in pop culture and/or what was popular during my childhood. In addition to listening to more Michael Jackson, watching an old tape of Family Ties episodes I taped, and thumbing through old Sports Illustrated magazines (including when Michigan's Chris Webber called TO when he didn't have one), I was so happy to watch Rocky on TV last night. Never have hearing the screaming of the name "Aaaaadrian!!!!!" and seeing the image of a struggling boxer climb to the top of those famous Philadelphia steps been more comforting and reassuring.
* It was bittersweet that only after I dropped Karena off at home for the evening, did I see the meteor shower from my car's moon roof while listening to Steven Curtis Chapman's His Eyes sing, "Sometimes I look above me/While stars are shining/And I feel so small/ How could the God of Heaven and all Creation know I'm here at all?/But then, in the silence He whispers/"My son, I created you too/And you're my most precious creation/I even gave My Son for you." It was a beautiful moment.
* We welcomed our new pastors Clive Chin and Spark Gao (who is a dead ringer for Greg Go, by the way) today before our membership meeting. The meeting was a sleeper, but still it was necessary to elect new leaders for the board. And man can our Chairman Joseph Tong run a meeting! That guy's rough exterior is striking, yet funny, and yet also very effective in moving a meeting along.
Well, there's more, but that's all I can think of for now. Stay tuned for more tomorrow ... same bat time ... same bat channel.
Saturday, November 17, 2001
DEWEY AND JANET
I had the privilege of having dinner with two of the best people on the planet tonight: Dewey and Janet Hall. Since becoming Koinonia's counselors, they have brough a stability and a presence that has changed the entire outlook of the fellowship group. We went to J.J's (Dewey's favorite place - he always orders the Hainan Chicken ... Always.) Here are my observations of them:
Dewey: The epitome of the gentle man. He is slow to anger, quick to think, and always something smart to say. He's dressed in a button down shirt and khakis, with a belt to show that he's still slim and trim for being a father of two with probably little time to work out. When I look at him, I am reminded of his days as my Eureka counselor driving us to Round Table pizza in Alhambra in his white VW Jetta (before it became the cool car it is today), playing As the Deer on the guitar for worship, and teaching us boys how to become strong Christian men. My favorite part of the evening was when his eyes literally lit up as he told the story of his JV basketball playing days at Schurr where he was playing San Gabriel at home (with the place packed because people were arriving for the Varsity game). They were down 3 with 20 seconds to play when his friend made a basket to make it down one. Then, on the inbound, another guy stole the ball, passed to Dewey and he drilled a 15-footer as the buzzer sounded. The place erupted and his teammates carried him off the court. Beaming with a HUGE smile, he said, "I'll never forget that moment. That feeling."
Janet: She is a great compliment to him, wearing a Gap-type sweater, jeans, and very cool Reebok cross-trainers (extremely cool, especially for a mom). She is equally gentle as her husband, but also very encouraging, very supportive, and extremely eloquent. It's no wonder she's a speech therapist. She chooses her words very carefully, and they always pack a powerful punch. We ended up talking a lot about my job, Karena, the state of Koinonia, my own struggles, etc. What really strikes me is that she genuinely cares about my answers. And she genuinely cares about people. We have had numerous conversations about how to reach out to certain people, help those in need, etc. And have you ever seen her with her kids? She's a naturaly born mother - finding that right balance between caring for her quickly growing up Lauren and her quickly moving around Austin. Wanna know the best thing about Janet? Watch when she plays the organ during Sunday service offering, she is so talented that she can keep the song going just so it ends perfectly as the offering is collected and the person steps up to the pulpit. Perfect every time.
I had the privilege of having dinner with two of the best people on the planet tonight: Dewey and Janet Hall. Since becoming Koinonia's counselors, they have brough a stability and a presence that has changed the entire outlook of the fellowship group. We went to J.J's (Dewey's favorite place - he always orders the Hainan Chicken ... Always.) Here are my observations of them:
Dewey: The epitome of the gentle man. He is slow to anger, quick to think, and always something smart to say. He's dressed in a button down shirt and khakis, with a belt to show that he's still slim and trim for being a father of two with probably little time to work out. When I look at him, I am reminded of his days as my Eureka counselor driving us to Round Table pizza in Alhambra in his white VW Jetta (before it became the cool car it is today), playing As the Deer on the guitar for worship, and teaching us boys how to become strong Christian men. My favorite part of the evening was when his eyes literally lit up as he told the story of his JV basketball playing days at Schurr where he was playing San Gabriel at home (with the place packed because people were arriving for the Varsity game). They were down 3 with 20 seconds to play when his friend made a basket to make it down one. Then, on the inbound, another guy stole the ball, passed to Dewey and he drilled a 15-footer as the buzzer sounded. The place erupted and his teammates carried him off the court. Beaming with a HUGE smile, he said, "I'll never forget that moment. That feeling."
Janet: She is a great compliment to him, wearing a Gap-type sweater, jeans, and very cool Reebok cross-trainers (extremely cool, especially for a mom). She is equally gentle as her husband, but also very encouraging, very supportive, and extremely eloquent. It's no wonder she's a speech therapist. She chooses her words very carefully, and they always pack a powerful punch. We ended up talking a lot about my job, Karena, the state of Koinonia, my own struggles, etc. What really strikes me is that she genuinely cares about my answers. And she genuinely cares about people. We have had numerous conversations about how to reach out to certain people, help those in need, etc. And have you ever seen her with her kids? She's a naturaly born mother - finding that right balance between caring for her quickly growing up Lauren and her quickly moving around Austin. Wanna know the best thing about Janet? Watch when she plays the organ during Sunday service offering, she is so talented that she can keep the song going just so it ends perfectly as the offering is collected and the person steps up to the pulpit. Perfect every time.
DEWEY AND JANET
I had the privilege of having dinner with two of the best people on the planet tonight: Dewey and Janet Hall. Since becoming Koinonia's counselors, they have brough a stability and a presence that has changed the entire outlook of the fellowship group. We went to J.J's (Dewey's favorite place - he always orders the Hainan Chicken ... Always.) Here are my observations of them:
Dewey: The epitome of the gentle man. He is slow to anger, quick to think, and always something smart to say. He's dressed in a button down shirt and khakis, with a belt to show that he's still slim and trim for being a father of two with probably little time to work out. When I look at him, I am reminded of his days as my Eureka counselor driving us to Round Table pizza in Alhambra in his white VW Jetta (before it became the cool car it is today), playing As the Deer on the guitar for worship, and teaching us boys how to become strong Christian men. My favorite part of the evening was when his eyes literally lit up as he told the story of his JV basketball playing days at Schurr where he was playing San Gabriel at home (with the place packed because people were arriving for the Varsity game). They were down 3 with 20 seconds to play when his friend made a basket to make it down one. Then, on the inbound, another guy stole the ball, passed to Dewey and he drilled a 15-footer as the buzzer sounded. The place erupted and his teammates carried him off the court. Beaming with a HUGE smile, he said, "I'll never forget that moment. That feeling."
Janet: She is a great compliment to him, wearing a Gap-type sweater, jeans, and very cool Reebok cross-trainers (extremely cool, especially for a mom). She is equally gentle as her husband, but also very encouraging, very supportive, and extremely eloquent. It's no wonder she's a speech therapist. She chooses her words very carefully, and they always pack a powerful punch. We ended up talking a lot about my job, Karena, the state of Koinonia, my own struggles, etc. What really strikes me is that she genuinely cares about my answers. And she genuinely cares about people. We have had numerous conversations about how to reach out to certain people, help those in need, etc. And have you ever seen her with her kids? She's a naturaly born mother - finding that right balance between caring for her quickly growing up Lauren and her quickly moving around Austin. Wanna know the best thing about Janet? Watch when she plays the organ during Sunday service offering, she is so talented that she can keep the song going just so it ends perfectly as the offering is collected and the person steps up to the pulpit. Perfect every time.
What a pair!
I had the privilege of having dinner with two of the best people on the planet tonight: Dewey and Janet Hall. Since becoming Koinonia's counselors, they have brough a stability and a presence that has changed the entire outlook of the fellowship group. We went to J.J's (Dewey's favorite place - he always orders the Hainan Chicken ... Always.) Here are my observations of them:
Dewey: The epitome of the gentle man. He is slow to anger, quick to think, and always something smart to say. He's dressed in a button down shirt and khakis, with a belt to show that he's still slim and trim for being a father of two with probably little time to work out. When I look at him, I am reminded of his days as my Eureka counselor driving us to Round Table pizza in Alhambra in his white VW Jetta (before it became the cool car it is today), playing As the Deer on the guitar for worship, and teaching us boys how to become strong Christian men. My favorite part of the evening was when his eyes literally lit up as he told the story of his JV basketball playing days at Schurr where he was playing San Gabriel at home (with the place packed because people were arriving for the Varsity game). They were down 3 with 20 seconds to play when his friend made a basket to make it down one. Then, on the inbound, another guy stole the ball, passed to Dewey and he drilled a 15-footer as the buzzer sounded. The place erupted and his teammates carried him off the court. Beaming with a HUGE smile, he said, "I'll never forget that moment. That feeling."
Janet: She is a great compliment to him, wearing a Gap-type sweater, jeans, and very cool Reebok cross-trainers (extremely cool, especially for a mom). She is equally gentle as her husband, but also very encouraging, very supportive, and extremely eloquent. It's no wonder she's a speech therapist. She chooses her words very carefully, and they always pack a powerful punch. We ended up talking a lot about my job, Karena, the state of Koinonia, my own struggles, etc. What really strikes me is that she genuinely cares about my answers. And she genuinely cares about people. We have had numerous conversations about how to reach out to certain people, help those in need, etc. And have you ever seen her with her kids? She's a naturaly born mother - finding that right balance between caring for her quickly growing up Lauren and her quickly moving around Austin. Wanna know the best thing about Janet? Watch when she plays the organ during Sunday service offering, she is so talented that she can keep the song going just so it ends perfectly as the offering is collected and the person steps up to the pulpit. Perfect every time.
What a pair!
Thursday, November 15, 2001
THE BIG HONKIN' TEMPLE
Because my good friends Mark and Gina were away these last two weeks in Australia (on the trip that I helped Mark win when he referred me to my job), I have been going to their place to water their plants, pick up their mail, etc. But it's not such a bad deal because they have a sweet condo and just walking around in there makes me feel good ... and rich.
Stopping off at their place also means that I take a different route home. This route forces me to pass by the big honkin' Mormon temple on Santa Monica. In fact, from Mark's balcony, you get a great view of the high rises in Beverly Hills, the nice LA skyline, ... and Joseph Smith on top of the temple. You always know it's a Mormon temple because they take about 50 acres of extra land (I don't really know how much an acre is, but my point is that they take a lot of extra land) and add a grassy area around an already huge place of "worship." It's just sad to see all this money and all these people going towards the Mormon faith. And I say that because I am a Christian who believes in salvation by grace, not by works. And I believe that we do NOT become gods after we're dead. Nor do I believe in polygamy. And it's even more sad for me because I have a lot of Mormon friends who are so unbelieveable awesome. There's my college roommate Norm, Karena's co-worker Rod (maybe the funniest guy I know outside of CEFC), my old neighbors, some of my co-workers, etc. And I know I joke a lot about Mormon NBA players who suck (read: Shawn Bradley, Keith Van Horn just to name two), but the truth is that I feel bad for them because they are not believing in the true God.
But something can be learned from them. Mormons, in general, are so committed to their faith and so committed in their morals, and yet still are fun, down-to-earth people. That's an amazing juxtaposition (I'm not sure if that's the right word, but I like it so I'm sticking with it!). That's what makes them so awesome. We, as Christians, should learn a thing or two about being committed without getting overly preachy or holier than thou. And even though it's voluntary, most go on Mormon missions. How many of us, including yours truly, haven't done any kind of missions work? Although I disagree with their teaching and their methods, I do applaud them for their devotion. I hope and pray that I have that same fire for God because how much more should my fire be because I know I'm worshipping and serving the one and only true God?
Because my good friends Mark and Gina were away these last two weeks in Australia (on the trip that I helped Mark win when he referred me to my job), I have been going to their place to water their plants, pick up their mail, etc. But it's not such a bad deal because they have a sweet condo and just walking around in there makes me feel good ... and rich.
Stopping off at their place also means that I take a different route home. This route forces me to pass by the big honkin' Mormon temple on Santa Monica. In fact, from Mark's balcony, you get a great view of the high rises in Beverly Hills, the nice LA skyline, ... and Joseph Smith on top of the temple. You always know it's a Mormon temple because they take about 50 acres of extra land (I don't really know how much an acre is, but my point is that they take a lot of extra land) and add a grassy area around an already huge place of "worship." It's just sad to see all this money and all these people going towards the Mormon faith. And I say that because I am a Christian who believes in salvation by grace, not by works. And I believe that we do NOT become gods after we're dead. Nor do I believe in polygamy. And it's even more sad for me because I have a lot of Mormon friends who are so unbelieveable awesome. There's my college roommate Norm, Karena's co-worker Rod (maybe the funniest guy I know outside of CEFC), my old neighbors, some of my co-workers, etc. And I know I joke a lot about Mormon NBA players who suck (read: Shawn Bradley, Keith Van Horn just to name two), but the truth is that I feel bad for them because they are not believing in the true God.
But something can be learned from them. Mormons, in general, are so committed to their faith and so committed in their morals, and yet still are fun, down-to-earth people. That's an amazing juxtaposition (I'm not sure if that's the right word, but I like it so I'm sticking with it!). That's what makes them so awesome. We, as Christians, should learn a thing or two about being committed without getting overly preachy or holier than thou. And even though it's voluntary, most go on Mormon missions. How many of us, including yours truly, haven't done any kind of missions work? Although I disagree with their teaching and their methods, I do applaud them for their devotion. I hope and pray that I have that same fire for God because how much more should my fire be because I know I'm worshipping and serving the one and only true God?
Wednesday, November 14, 2001
NO U2, BUT A NIGHT OF 24 AND MICHAEL JACKSON
I was disappointed to miss seeing U2 perform at the Staples Center, but I was happy to know that Michael and Danette were there to be apart of a great show.
And since I was home, I got to partake in what is quickly becoming the best night of television: Tuesdays. There's Fox' s 24, ABC's NYPD Blue (with Zack Morris!), UPN's Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Buffy kissed Spike?!? Yuck!), WB's Smallville (which I keep hearing is the best new show 'cause it's like Dawson's Creek, except Dawson has super powers), and NBC's Frasier (Niles is the man).
I'm really getting into 24. I love the creativity of having a show's plot play out in real time. And something about that clock constantly ticking keeps the suspense going for the whole hour. And Kiefer Sutherland is really becoming a likeable hero because he's not perfect, but he gets the job done. Plus, he looks so cool holding a gun in one hand and a cell phone in the other. He definitely adds to the suspense. It's so good that Karena gets nervous and scared while watching it a lot of the time and needs a reasurring hug ... and that's where I come in. =)
And how 'bout that Michael Jackson concert last night? I know nobody will admit it outright, but we're all still big Michael Jackson fans. We all have some tape-recoreded version of the Thriller album tucked away in our closet or under our beds somewhere. I hadn't listened to some of those songs for over a decade and yet, hearing him sing them last night, I realized that I still remembered all the words. And even though he looks like he just stepped off the set of The Planet of the Apes, he can still dance. His moonwalk was as silky as ever, and his kicking, robot-moving, one glove wearing Beat It and Billy Jean moves were as crisp as ever. He even made Usher look bad. It's such a shame that fame destroyed Michael's childhood and turned him into the crazy (white) guy he is now. But it was great for me to relieve my childhood by listening to him sing and watching him perform.
I was disappointed to miss seeing U2 perform at the Staples Center, but I was happy to know that Michael and Danette were there to be apart of a great show.
And since I was home, I got to partake in what is quickly becoming the best night of television: Tuesdays. There's Fox' s 24, ABC's NYPD Blue (with Zack Morris!), UPN's Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Buffy kissed Spike?!? Yuck!), WB's Smallville (which I keep hearing is the best new show 'cause it's like Dawson's Creek, except Dawson has super powers), and NBC's Frasier (Niles is the man).
I'm really getting into 24. I love the creativity of having a show's plot play out in real time. And something about that clock constantly ticking keeps the suspense going for the whole hour. And Kiefer Sutherland is really becoming a likeable hero because he's not perfect, but he gets the job done. Plus, he looks so cool holding a gun in one hand and a cell phone in the other. He definitely adds to the suspense. It's so good that Karena gets nervous and scared while watching it a lot of the time and needs a reasurring hug ... and that's where I come in. =)
And how 'bout that Michael Jackson concert last night? I know nobody will admit it outright, but we're all still big Michael Jackson fans. We all have some tape-recoreded version of the Thriller album tucked away in our closet or under our beds somewhere. I hadn't listened to some of those songs for over a decade and yet, hearing him sing them last night, I realized that I still remembered all the words. And even though he looks like he just stepped off the set of The Planet of the Apes, he can still dance. His moonwalk was as silky as ever, and his kicking, robot-moving, one glove wearing Beat It and Billy Jean moves were as crisp as ever. He even made Usher look bad. It's such a shame that fame destroyed Michael's childhood and turned him into the crazy (white) guy he is now. But it was great for me to relieve my childhood by listening to him sing and watching him perform.
Tuesday, November 13, 2001
SNORING MONSTERS, INC.
After watching Monsters, Inc (which was VERY good, by the way, and no, I did NOT cry), I got to thinking about me being scared of monsters and ghosts as a kid. And I was really scared as a kid. I used to believe all the old myths - don't leave your feet haning off the bed because they're come get it. Or always keep yourself under your covers because they protect you from ghosts. And don't ever say "Bloody Mary" three times in front of a mirror or face certain death (or something like that).
I used to be so scared while sleeping that I tied a string from the post of my bed to the light switch so I could turn it on at any time. (This was before the days of the Clapper). Anyway, one night, I woke up in the middle of the night to hear some strange noises coming from INSIDE the house. I was so freaked that I reached for the string, but it slipped off the light switch. I could have sworn ghosts were all over my house and I was a dead duck because I couldn't turn on the lights. So, I stayed under the covers, only to discover that the noises were getting LOUDER. I tried to compose myself and finally I did. I decided to face these this ghost like a man, err, I mean like a man hiding under the safety of his blanket. I got up and walked around with my blanket only to find ...
(duh duh duuuuuh!!!!)
The noises were actually my dad snoring away. No ghosts, only one very noisy, sleeping parent.
After watching Monsters, Inc (which was VERY good, by the way, and no, I did NOT cry), I got to thinking about me being scared of monsters and ghosts as a kid. And I was really scared as a kid. I used to believe all the old myths - don't leave your feet haning off the bed because they're come get it. Or always keep yourself under your covers because they protect you from ghosts. And don't ever say "Bloody Mary" three times in front of a mirror or face certain death (or something like that).
I used to be so scared while sleeping that I tied a string from the post of my bed to the light switch so I could turn it on at any time. (This was before the days of the Clapper). Anyway, one night, I woke up in the middle of the night to hear some strange noises coming from INSIDE the house. I was so freaked that I reached for the string, but it slipped off the light switch. I could have sworn ghosts were all over my house and I was a dead duck because I couldn't turn on the lights. So, I stayed under the covers, only to discover that the noises were getting LOUDER. I tried to compose myself and finally I did. I decided to face these this ghost like a man, err, I mean like a man hiding under the safety of his blanket. I got up and walked around with my blanket only to find ...
(duh duh duuuuuh!!!!)
The noises were actually my dad snoring away. No ghosts, only one very noisy, sleeping parent.
Monday, November 12, 2001
"EARN THIS"
In honor of Veteran's Day, they showed Saving Private Ryan on TV last night. I really like the movie probably for all the reasons why some people hate it - it's gross, gory, and paints a very real picture of what war is like. The premise of the movie is these 5 guys, led by Tom Hanks, are supposed to find this guy Ryan and bring him home from the fighting of WWII because his other two brothers have already died in battle. Along the way, a lot of the men die or get seriously wounded, including Tom Hanks' character. Near the end of the movie is where the most moving part takes place. A dying Hanks, who in his weakness has been reduced to whispering a few words before his death, suddenly develops a strong voice to tell Ryan, "Earn this!" He wanted Ryan to earn all the work that these men had done to bring him home safely. Then, the movie flashes forward to Ryan, now old and gray, with wife, kids, and grandkids present, standing at Tom Hanks' character's grave. He says something to the effect of, "I've thought about those words you said everyday of my life. I brought my family with me. I hope I've earned it." Then, he breaks down, falls to his knees, and cried.
These are the types of gestures our veterans have done for us and for this country. Let's give them some much-deserved props today.
But this also got me thinking about my dad, too. Similarly, he has made great sacrifices to bring me through this world safely. He has never asked me outright to "earn this" and I don't think he ever will. But I feel, to a certain extent, that I should try my best to earn it, to make his sacrifices worthwhile. He used to always tell me about how he came to this country with $20 in his back pocket and went to the World Fair in the last 1960s in New York (outside Shea Stadium) to find a job ... any job. He ended up being a dishwasher only after he lied to the boss when he asked, "Hey, kid. You ever use a dishwasher before?" "Sure," my dad replied, even though he had never, ever even touched one before. And from such humble beginnings, come a wife, a family, a six-bedroom house with a pool, etc. My dad is a lot like Tom Hanks' character - a class act who never complained.
And again, this also made me think of Jesus Christ, my Heavenly Father. He never asks us to "earn this." In fact, our salvation is not based on our works at all (thank goodness), but based on our belief and trust in Him only. Amazing! And Jesus made the biggest sacrifice of all - dying on the cross for us. And again, even though I know it is not based on what I do, I feel a certain responsibility and desire to earn it and continue to grow spiritually and run away from sin.
So for me, today is not just Veteran's Day, but also Father's Day and a holy day.
In honor of Veteran's Day, they showed Saving Private Ryan on TV last night. I really like the movie probably for all the reasons why some people hate it - it's gross, gory, and paints a very real picture of what war is like. The premise of the movie is these 5 guys, led by Tom Hanks, are supposed to find this guy Ryan and bring him home from the fighting of WWII because his other two brothers have already died in battle. Along the way, a lot of the men die or get seriously wounded, including Tom Hanks' character. Near the end of the movie is where the most moving part takes place. A dying Hanks, who in his weakness has been reduced to whispering a few words before his death, suddenly develops a strong voice to tell Ryan, "Earn this!" He wanted Ryan to earn all the work that these men had done to bring him home safely. Then, the movie flashes forward to Ryan, now old and gray, with wife, kids, and grandkids present, standing at Tom Hanks' character's grave. He says something to the effect of, "I've thought about those words you said everyday of my life. I brought my family with me. I hope I've earned it." Then, he breaks down, falls to his knees, and cried.
These are the types of gestures our veterans have done for us and for this country. Let's give them some much-deserved props today.
But this also got me thinking about my dad, too. Similarly, he has made great sacrifices to bring me through this world safely. He has never asked me outright to "earn this" and I don't think he ever will. But I feel, to a certain extent, that I should try my best to earn it, to make his sacrifices worthwhile. He used to always tell me about how he came to this country with $20 in his back pocket and went to the World Fair in the last 1960s in New York (outside Shea Stadium) to find a job ... any job. He ended up being a dishwasher only after he lied to the boss when he asked, "Hey, kid. You ever use a dishwasher before?" "Sure," my dad replied, even though he had never, ever even touched one before. And from such humble beginnings, come a wife, a family, a six-bedroom house with a pool, etc. My dad is a lot like Tom Hanks' character - a class act who never complained.
And again, this also made me think of Jesus Christ, my Heavenly Father. He never asks us to "earn this." In fact, our salvation is not based on our works at all (thank goodness), but based on our belief and trust in Him only. Amazing! And Jesus made the biggest sacrifice of all - dying on the cross for us. And again, even though I know it is not based on what I do, I feel a certain responsibility and desire to earn it and continue to grow spiritually and run away from sin.
So for me, today is not just Veteran's Day, but also Father's Day and a holy day.
Sunday, November 11, 2001
FEELING THE EFFECTS OF THE COLD
I have come down with a slight cold this week that has left me with a few symptoms that I just can't stand. First off, I have a stuffy nose that runs only when I don't want it to. It runs only when I am using both hands to hold a patient up and can only manage to keep it all in by sniffing really, really hard. It's the worst feeling and so gross. And yet, I know all of you have done it.
And last night at Jesse and Tammy's, I felt so stuffed up that my face felt full. That, plus my contacts were dirty so my both my face and eyes were all red. I went to the bathroom a few times to check on my contact - including one time when I went to mess with it and it fell out and almost down the drain! I barely caught it before its journey into the Monterey Park sewer system. But putting it back in my eye only irritated it more.
And finally, today while I was in service, I had a sudden cough attack during a serious moment where it was VERY quiet. So naturally, I tried to hold my cough in. You know what I mean. You try to suppress it, but that just turns your face red and you get all sweaty and your eyes get watery. And the worse part is that you sometimes still can't hold it all in and this little whimper of a cough, combined with a sneeze sounding thing happens. That's so embarassing. Luckily for me, I managed to avoid that this time around.
Needless, to say, I think having a cold sucks.
I have come down with a slight cold this week that has left me with a few symptoms that I just can't stand. First off, I have a stuffy nose that runs only when I don't want it to. It runs only when I am using both hands to hold a patient up and can only manage to keep it all in by sniffing really, really hard. It's the worst feeling and so gross. And yet, I know all of you have done it.
And last night at Jesse and Tammy's, I felt so stuffed up that my face felt full. That, plus my contacts were dirty so my both my face and eyes were all red. I went to the bathroom a few times to check on my contact - including one time when I went to mess with it and it fell out and almost down the drain! I barely caught it before its journey into the Monterey Park sewer system. But putting it back in my eye only irritated it more.
And finally, today while I was in service, I had a sudden cough attack during a serious moment where it was VERY quiet. So naturally, I tried to hold my cough in. You know what I mean. You try to suppress it, but that just turns your face red and you get all sweaty and your eyes get watery. And the worse part is that you sometimes still can't hold it all in and this little whimper of a cough, combined with a sneeze sounding thing happens. That's so embarassing. Luckily for me, I managed to avoid that this time around.
Needless, to say, I think having a cold sucks.
Saturday, November 10, 2001
TALKING THE TALK ABOUT WALKING THE WALK
Karena and I had the unique opportunity to share in Koinonia what God has been teaching us individually and as a couple. I have to admit we were nervous, especially with Dewey and Janet in the crowd as well as our new English pastor Clive Chin and his wife Rhonda. Scary!!!
But we stepped up and I think (well, I hope) God used us to speak to Koi.
The evening started with a little skit about how we got together. It was meant to genenate some easy laughs, but all it got were courtesy ones. But that was good enough for me because I think that made both of us less nervous. And yeah, I was way nervous! I mean, this shouldn't happen to a guy who's given talks before, right? Guess not.
I felt privileged to share about my struggles with leadership and thinking about others beside myself. And I thought that for a girl who hates speaking in front of people, Karena did great sharing about her struggles with loving others as yourself.
Overall, a great night that reminded me how awesome God is that he can use two tongue-tied normal people to bring His message.
Amen.
Karena and I had the unique opportunity to share in Koinonia what God has been teaching us individually and as a couple. I have to admit we were nervous, especially with Dewey and Janet in the crowd as well as our new English pastor Clive Chin and his wife Rhonda. Scary!!!
But we stepped up and I think (well, I hope) God used us to speak to Koi.
The evening started with a little skit about how we got together. It was meant to genenate some easy laughs, but all it got were courtesy ones. But that was good enough for me because I think that made both of us less nervous. And yeah, I was way nervous! I mean, this shouldn't happen to a guy who's given talks before, right? Guess not.
I felt privileged to share about my struggles with leadership and thinking about others beside myself. And I thought that for a girl who hates speaking in front of people, Karena did great sharing about her struggles with loving others as yourself.
Overall, a great night that reminded me how awesome God is that he can use two tongue-tied normal people to bring His message.
Amen.
Friday, November 09, 2001
QUOTE FROM U2'S BONO
"I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did."
- U2, "Kite"
"I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did."
- U2, "Kite"
Thursday, November 08, 2001
TWO VISITORS, TWO INTERESTING CONVERSATIONS
I haven't had many visitors out to my apartment, but I had two this week: Michael last Saturday and Gary last night. Both visits generated some pretty deep and meanful conversations ... oh yeah, and some funny ones too. Here's a very loose transcription:
Mike
Why is it that when a guy only likes a girl as a friend, he can be himself (which usually means he's showing his rough, tough exterior). But as soon as he starts to develop romantic fellings, he becomes this "Mr. Too Nice Guy" who just can't say no or disagree with her. This is where the traditional "yes honey" or "you are right and you'll always be right" sayings come from.
Mike: I hate when that happens to me.
Victor: I wouldn't know. It's never happened to me.
Mike: Yeah, that's cause you're that guy all the time!
Victor: laughs nervously
Mike: Is that what happened with you and Karena?
Victor: Nope, I say "no" to her all the t...
Karena: (interrupting) Yeah right. He was SO head over heels in love with me that he was "Mr. Too Nice Guy" for as long as I can remember. "Yes, Karena" " Anything you say, Karena." Right, Victor?
Victor: Yes, honey. Anything you say.
Damn. I hate it when my girlfriend uncovers all my secrets. =)
Gary
As we walked into my apartment ready to eat in front of the TV (as all guys should always do), we automatically sat on different couches. We didn't even think about it, it was just a reflex, even though it would have made more sense to both sit on the long couch because it faces the TV and we both could have used the table together. But when Karena arrived, she commented on this.
Karena: How come you guys sat on different couches?
Gary: We're two GUYS. Guys don't do that sort of thing.
Victor: (with mouth full of one of the three Subway footlongs he bought for $10.99. What a deal!) Yeah!
Karena: If you're afraid of being too close, you could have sat on different ends of the couch.
Gary: No we couldn't have. It's very complicated with guys. If we were two girls, we probably could have done that.
Victor: Yeah, or if there was a girl who sat between us, then we could have sat at the opposite ends of the couch.
Karena: Men! I'll never understand them.
Gary and Victor: Yeah, us either.
I haven't had many visitors out to my apartment, but I had two this week: Michael last Saturday and Gary last night. Both visits generated some pretty deep and meanful conversations ... oh yeah, and some funny ones too. Here's a very loose transcription:
Mike
Why is it that when a guy only likes a girl as a friend, he can be himself (which usually means he's showing his rough, tough exterior). But as soon as he starts to develop romantic fellings, he becomes this "Mr. Too Nice Guy" who just can't say no or disagree with her. This is where the traditional "yes honey" or "you are right and you'll always be right" sayings come from.
Mike: I hate when that happens to me.
Victor: I wouldn't know. It's never happened to me.
Mike: Yeah, that's cause you're that guy all the time!
Victor: laughs nervously
Mike: Is that what happened with you and Karena?
Victor: Nope, I say "no" to her all the t...
Karena: (interrupting) Yeah right. He was SO head over heels in love with me that he was "Mr. Too Nice Guy" for as long as I can remember. "Yes, Karena" " Anything you say, Karena." Right, Victor?
Victor: Yes, honey. Anything you say.
Damn. I hate it when my girlfriend uncovers all my secrets. =)
Gary
As we walked into my apartment ready to eat in front of the TV (as all guys should always do), we automatically sat on different couches. We didn't even think about it, it was just a reflex, even though it would have made more sense to both sit on the long couch because it faces the TV and we both could have used the table together. But when Karena arrived, she commented on this.
Karena: How come you guys sat on different couches?
Gary: We're two GUYS. Guys don't do that sort of thing.
Victor: (with mouth full of one of the three Subway footlongs he bought for $10.99. What a deal!) Yeah!
Karena: If you're afraid of being too close, you could have sat on different ends of the couch.
Gary: No we couldn't have. It's very complicated with guys. If we were two girls, we probably could have done that.
Victor: Yeah, or if there was a girl who sat between us, then we could have sat at the opposite ends of the couch.
Karena: Men! I'll never understand them.
Gary and Victor: Yeah, us either.
Wednesday, November 07, 2001
BAG O' BAGELS
Here's the lesson of the day, kids: Don't EVER go grocery shopping when you're hungry. And this rule especially applies if you're a Chinese guy because you'll be buying everything that's on sale. And that's no joke!
There I was yesterday at Vons with everything in my cart from broccoli to Nestle's Tandem Ice cream bars (half Nestle Cruch bar, half graham cracker ice cream sandwich.)
And then, I saw it.
"BAG OF BAGELS. Fill this bag with as many bagels as you can for only $1.99" To me, this sounded like a challenge. I resisted at first, but as they say, the spirit is willing, but the stomach is weak. So, I grabbed the bag and started packing it very carefully to maximize the number of bagels.
I filled the bottom with four bagels. Sweet!
The next row: Four again. I am the man!!!
The next row: Three. What the? I was determined to make it four. So I scrunched the fourth bagel in the bag and MADE it fit. I was so proud of myself. I had done my Chinese heritage proud. Somewhere, my ancestors were smiling down on me.
But as I put the bag onto the cart, the unthinkable happened.
Because I couldn't close the bag properly, the bagels came pouring out onto the floor. So, much for feeling proud. Now, I just felt stupid standing there is a pile of my own bagels.
Next time, I'll just pay a little more and go to Noah's.
Here's the lesson of the day, kids: Don't EVER go grocery shopping when you're hungry. And this rule especially applies if you're a Chinese guy because you'll be buying everything that's on sale. And that's no joke!
There I was yesterday at Vons with everything in my cart from broccoli to Nestle's Tandem Ice cream bars (half Nestle Cruch bar, half graham cracker ice cream sandwich.)
And then, I saw it.
"BAG OF BAGELS. Fill this bag with as many bagels as you can for only $1.99" To me, this sounded like a challenge. I resisted at first, but as they say, the spirit is willing, but the stomach is weak. So, I grabbed the bag and started packing it very carefully to maximize the number of bagels.
I filled the bottom with four bagels. Sweet!
The next row: Four again. I am the man!!!
The next row: Three. What the? I was determined to make it four. So I scrunched the fourth bagel in the bag and MADE it fit. I was so proud of myself. I had done my Chinese heritage proud. Somewhere, my ancestors were smiling down on me.
But as I put the bag onto the cart, the unthinkable happened.
Because I couldn't close the bag properly, the bagels came pouring out onto the floor. So, much for feeling proud. Now, I just felt stupid standing there is a pile of my own bagels.
Next time, I'll just pay a little more and go to Noah's.
Tuesday, November 06, 2001
BOOTLEGS
Following in Jason's footsteps, I've gotten ahold of some real bootleg movies to watch on my computer. Actually, Sandra downloaded them off of Morpheus, but the quality is pretty bad. First off, they can only be played on Media Player (which means I have to watch it on my computer), but then, the viewing screen is only the size of my fist. So, last night, there Karena and I were, starring very closely at my computer screen trying to watch Legally Blonde. But I had to work so hard at it, that I ended up falling asleep.
But I am determined as a Chinese guy to finish this movie because it's always better to get something for free than to have to pay for it. The best things in life are free.
Well, that's what my dad used to say. But of course, he used to also tell me that story about eating all my rice or else my future wife will have zits. So, it's hard to know what to believe!
Following in Jason's footsteps, I've gotten ahold of some real bootleg movies to watch on my computer. Actually, Sandra downloaded them off of Morpheus, but the quality is pretty bad. First off, they can only be played on Media Player (which means I have to watch it on my computer), but then, the viewing screen is only the size of my fist. So, last night, there Karena and I were, starring very closely at my computer screen trying to watch Legally Blonde. But I had to work so hard at it, that I ended up falling asleep.
But I am determined as a Chinese guy to finish this movie because it's always better to get something for free than to have to pay for it. The best things in life are free.
Well, that's what my dad used to say. But of course, he used to also tell me that story about eating all my rice or else my future wife will have zits. So, it's hard to know what to believe!
Monday, November 05, 2001
ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON
What an afternoon! First, we went to eat at the old UA Cafe, which is now a Korean BBQ place. We were pretty disappointed to find out the lunch special prices did not apply because it was Sunday. So, instead of getting food for $4.95, we got it for $14.95. But the BBQ ribs and chicken on the sizzling plate were very good, but still not worth the price. I hate to admit it, but I miss UA.
I had a great time chatting with Simon over Tapioca Express. Whenver you're looking for a man of God whose trying to do the right thing, look no further than Simon Wai.
And that World Series game. Wow! There we were (my cousins, Michael, Jason, my dad) scrunched inside my little room watching my even littler TV which has bad reception for Fox. But it was well worth it because Game 7 more than lived up to the hype. Congrats to the Yanks for being the team of destiny that fell one inning short. And congrats to the D'Backs for pullin' it out. I'm so happy for them.
And I always get goose-bumps watching the closing scenes after the World Series is over. They show pictures and scenes of the entire playoffs with music. This year's was really emotion because of all the come-from-behind victories, the overflow of emtion and patriotism of the nation, and more importantly, the smooth, acoustic sounds of U2 singing "Stuck in a Moment."
Ahhh, the perfect Sunday afternoon ... well, minus a good nap. But hey, you can' t win 'em all!
What an afternoon! First, we went to eat at the old UA Cafe, which is now a Korean BBQ place. We were pretty disappointed to find out the lunch special prices did not apply because it was Sunday. So, instead of getting food for $4.95, we got it for $14.95. But the BBQ ribs and chicken on the sizzling plate were very good, but still not worth the price. I hate to admit it, but I miss UA.
I had a great time chatting with Simon over Tapioca Express. Whenver you're looking for a man of God whose trying to do the right thing, look no further than Simon Wai.
And that World Series game. Wow! There we were (my cousins, Michael, Jason, my dad) scrunched inside my little room watching my even littler TV which has bad reception for Fox. But it was well worth it because Game 7 more than lived up to the hype. Congrats to the Yanks for being the team of destiny that fell one inning short. And congrats to the D'Backs for pullin' it out. I'm so happy for them.
And I always get goose-bumps watching the closing scenes after the World Series is over. They show pictures and scenes of the entire playoffs with music. This year's was really emotion because of all the come-from-behind victories, the overflow of emtion and patriotism of the nation, and more importantly, the smooth, acoustic sounds of U2 singing "Stuck in a Moment."
Ahhh, the perfect Sunday afternoon ... well, minus a good nap. But hey, you can' t win 'em all!
Saturday, November 03, 2001
MAN OR WOMAN?
On our last night in New York, we decided to try something different for dinner so we went to some NYU college hang-out place that served Southern food. Personally, I was excited to have some friend chicken and mashed potatoes, but when I got there, little did I know that this place would weird me out!!!
First, it started with the black-and-white photograph of the owners (an older couple) completed nude. And let me tell you, man, was that an ugly sight to see! Then, it was the way in which the people there acted like the "Soup Nazi." I almost expected them to say, "No Soul Food For You!!" Then, it was the crazy girl with more piercings on her FACE than I have hair on my head.
But somehow, that didn't phase me. After all, it's a college town and you half-expect weird things like that. But what happened next left Karena, Luong, and I in complete shock:
The cute thin girl behind the counter, the most normal looking of them all, says, "Can I help you?" in the deepest, manliest voice I have ever heard. I mean, we're talking deeper than Barry White here. Or the guy from Boyz II Men. Or the Incredible Hulk. Or ... okay, you get my drift.
We spent the whole meal analyzing how one tells whether someone is a guy or a girl. Luong concluded "it" must be a guy because she had an Adam's apple (and it was pretty darn big too) and "No girl has an Adam's apple, especially one that big!" I decided that she must be a girl on male testosterone hormones because her body was shaped like a woman's body, but THAT VOICE! Karena, taking the scientific approach, said she must be an XXY chromosome person who is both male and female since she looks female, but sounds super MALE.
Well, the truth will never be known because you just can't go up and ask someone whether they're a guy or girl. So, that begs the question, "How do YOU tell whether someone is a guy or a girl?"
On our last night in New York, we decided to try something different for dinner so we went to some NYU college hang-out place that served Southern food. Personally, I was excited to have some friend chicken and mashed potatoes, but when I got there, little did I know that this place would weird me out!!!
First, it started with the black-and-white photograph of the owners (an older couple) completed nude. And let me tell you, man, was that an ugly sight to see! Then, it was the way in which the people there acted like the "Soup Nazi." I almost expected them to say, "No Soul Food For You!!" Then, it was the crazy girl with more piercings on her FACE than I have hair on my head.
But somehow, that didn't phase me. After all, it's a college town and you half-expect weird things like that. But what happened next left Karena, Luong, and I in complete shock:
The cute thin girl behind the counter, the most normal looking of them all, says, "Can I help you?" in the deepest, manliest voice I have ever heard. I mean, we're talking deeper than Barry White here. Or the guy from Boyz II Men. Or the Incredible Hulk. Or ... okay, you get my drift.
We spent the whole meal analyzing how one tells whether someone is a guy or a girl. Luong concluded "it" must be a guy because she had an Adam's apple (and it was pretty darn big too) and "No girl has an Adam's apple, especially one that big!" I decided that she must be a girl on male testosterone hormones because her body was shaped like a woman's body, but THAT VOICE! Karena, taking the scientific approach, said she must be an XXY chromosome person who is both male and female since she looks female, but sounds super MALE.
Well, the truth will never be known because you just can't go up and ask someone whether they're a guy or girl. So, that begs the question, "How do YOU tell whether someone is a guy or a girl?"
Friday, November 02, 2001
DESTINY YANKEES
Let's get one thing straight: I hate the New York Yankees. I have hated them since the days of Don Mattingly, Dave Winfield, Ron Guidry, and Rickey Henderson. See, I am a Boston Red Sox fan and the Yankees are their enemies. That is why it bothered me so when New Yorkers made it seem like the Yankees were now America's team. And it would be un-American if one didn't root for them, especially now in the midst of the terorrist attacks.
All this time, I have managed to stay the course and hate those Yanks.
Until now.
It's no secret that I fell in love with New York while visiting there this past weekend. And I went with every intention to buy a NYPD or FDNY hat while I was there. (Now why it's FDNY and not NYFD, I have no idea, but that's another issue for another time). But, while I was there, I got caught up in Yankee fever ... to the point where I almost bought (ahh, dare I say it) a Yankees cap. I have been a big proponent of the phrase "Love New York, Hate the Yankees." But after all that's gone on in New York these past few months, I'm beginning to fold.
They are the team of destiNY. After all, how else can you explain being down in back-to-back games in the World Series and pulling out both games. Suddenly, these Yanks are one win away from another championship.
And for this year, at least, that would make me happy.
Let's get one thing straight: I hate the New York Yankees. I have hated them since the days of Don Mattingly, Dave Winfield, Ron Guidry, and Rickey Henderson. See, I am a Boston Red Sox fan and the Yankees are their enemies. That is why it bothered me so when New Yorkers made it seem like the Yankees were now America's team. And it would be un-American if one didn't root for them, especially now in the midst of the terorrist attacks.
All this time, I have managed to stay the course and hate those Yanks.
Until now.
It's no secret that I fell in love with New York while visiting there this past weekend. And I went with every intention to buy a NYPD or FDNY hat while I was there. (Now why it's FDNY and not NYFD, I have no idea, but that's another issue for another time). But, while I was there, I got caught up in Yankee fever ... to the point where I almost bought (ahh, dare I say it) a Yankees cap. I have been a big proponent of the phrase "Love New York, Hate the Yankees." But after all that's gone on in New York these past few months, I'm beginning to fold.
They are the team of destiNY. After all, how else can you explain being down in back-to-back games in the World Series and pulling out both games. Suddenly, these Yanks are one win away from another championship.
And for this year, at least, that would make me happy.
Thursday, November 01, 2001
A TRUE MOMENT OF SILENCE
We were having a great time. We were on the FREE Staten Island Ferry on a ride to swing by the Statue of Liberty. We were scrambing to take pictures of it with us in it. We were enjoying seeing the famous New York skyline. We were well-rested after a day of fun at a wedding and going out for drinks afterwards. The weather was a bit chilly, but otherwise perfect - clear blue skies and marshmallowy clouds. We had been laughing all day, all trip about various funny things. That'll happen when you're with the funniest guy you know and your girl. It was like a fairy tale. Life was good.
Then suddenly, between the buildings, there it was:
Reality.
As we walked towards it, the smell got more pungent. And the view became more clear, even though you didn't want it to. We got a chance to see it head on, face to face. I was staring evil in the face. Gone were the smiles on our faces. Gone was the laughter that had filled our conversations. Gone were us scrambing to stand in front of the pictures we were taking. Reality had come back to bite us. And bite us hard, it did. As we walked around, we continued to see reality between other buildings. And let me tell you, evil from a different angle still looks like evil.
And so, there it was, reality.
Reality bites.
We were having a great time. We were on the FREE Staten Island Ferry on a ride to swing by the Statue of Liberty. We were scrambing to take pictures of it with us in it. We were enjoying seeing the famous New York skyline. We were well-rested after a day of fun at a wedding and going out for drinks afterwards. The weather was a bit chilly, but otherwise perfect - clear blue skies and marshmallowy clouds. We had been laughing all day, all trip about various funny things. That'll happen when you're with the funniest guy you know and your girl. It was like a fairy tale. Life was good.
Then suddenly, between the buildings, there it was:
Reality.
As we walked towards it, the smell got more pungent. And the view became more clear, even though you didn't want it to. We got a chance to see it head on, face to face. I was staring evil in the face. Gone were the smiles on our faces. Gone was the laughter that had filled our conversations. Gone were us scrambing to stand in front of the pictures we were taking. Reality had come back to bite us. And bite us hard, it did. As we walked around, we continued to see reality between other buildings. And let me tell you, evil from a different angle still looks like evil.
And so, there it was, reality.
Reality bites.
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