Thursday, February 28, 2002
DOWN TIME
With not much to do all day and with my right leg hurting too much for me to drive with it, I've pretty much been left to watch movies and read books, magazines, newspapers, etc. Here are some of the movie and book highlights with a quick review after them.
Shaft: the Samuel L. Jackson one that is. B+ I've only watched about 20% of it but stopped because Karena wants to watch it with me. So far I like it, but I liked the original too (Jason's influence).
Double Take: B-. Eddie Griffin is good and Orlando Jones has his moments, but overall the story is too confusing and these two comedians can't do nothin' 'bout dat. (that's my Montebello Ebonics.)
The Green Mile: A-. A great movie about hope, miracles, and the human spirit. Beautifully acted but it gets a minus because of the length. (Although I didn't mind the length when I watched it because for me, the longer the better right now).
High Fidelity: B-. It accurately portrays the '80s music-store owner who's always looking for love in all the wrong places. But it dragged in too many spots for me and that ultimately led to the poor grade. Sorry, John Cusack.
Wing Chun: B. Chinese movie with Michelle Yeoh in it. Good kung-fu fight scenes, okay story.
The Heroic Trio: B. Another Michelle Yeoh movie with CHEESY writing and again, just an okay story.
The Mexican: C-. You would think that with star power like Brad Pitt and Julia Roberts that you would get something great, but all you get is a confusing story that isn't very entertaining.
Book: What's So Amazing About Grace? by Yancey. B+ I've noticed that about 90% of all Christian households have this book (including mine) and yet, I've never read it. I'm still not done yet, but so far, I'm a little disapointed. Maybe my expectations were just too high.
With not much to do all day and with my right leg hurting too much for me to drive with it, I've pretty much been left to watch movies and read books, magazines, newspapers, etc. Here are some of the movie and book highlights with a quick review after them.
Shaft: the Samuel L. Jackson one that is. B+ I've only watched about 20% of it but stopped because Karena wants to watch it with me. So far I like it, but I liked the original too (Jason's influence).
Double Take: B-. Eddie Griffin is good and Orlando Jones has his moments, but overall the story is too confusing and these two comedians can't do nothin' 'bout dat. (that's my Montebello Ebonics.)
The Green Mile: A-. A great movie about hope, miracles, and the human spirit. Beautifully acted but it gets a minus because of the length. (Although I didn't mind the length when I watched it because for me, the longer the better right now).
High Fidelity: B-. It accurately portrays the '80s music-store owner who's always looking for love in all the wrong places. But it dragged in too many spots for me and that ultimately led to the poor grade. Sorry, John Cusack.
Wing Chun: B. Chinese movie with Michelle Yeoh in it. Good kung-fu fight scenes, okay story.
The Heroic Trio: B. Another Michelle Yeoh movie with CHEESY writing and again, just an okay story.
The Mexican: C-. You would think that with star power like Brad Pitt and Julia Roberts that you would get something great, but all you get is a confusing story that isn't very entertaining.
Book: What's So Amazing About Grace? by Yancey. B+ I've noticed that about 90% of all Christian households have this book (including mine) and yet, I've never read it. I'm still not done yet, but so far, I'm a little disapointed. Maybe my expectations were just too high.
Wednesday, February 27, 2002
THE NEWS LOOKS BAD
I went to see the doctor today and what an experience that was! I haven't used my new PacifiCare insurance since working at UCLA, but I found out, I was assigned a doctor in Whittier (read: in the 'hood) named Dr. Frankie Cotton. My first thought was this was some young kid like that "Malcolm in the Middle" guy (you know, Frankie Muniz) or some soft-spoken old man (you know, soft as in cotton). But I could not be more wrong. The doctor was a 6'0" dark red-haired woman who did not smile once and did not look directly at you while talking. And her voice was about as deep as mine. Needless to say, I was a little intimidated, but she was very helpful.
Anyway, after having her look at me and having Karena check me out a little more, the evidence seems to support the worst: I have a lateral meniscus tear which will more than likely require surgery. I am going to have an MRI hopefully by the end of this week to confirm this diagnosis. I was very depressed at hearing the news, even though that's what I had been thinking all along. But to actually hear it made me so unhappy and upset at the whole situation. Meanwhile, I have been getting treated like a king by my parents and brother and sister, Karena (thanks again for driving me around), Jason, Mark, Gary, Andy, etc.
Maybe God is trying to teach me something here (like He always does). Instead of focusing on the negatives of this whole thing, maybe He's making sure that I notice all the blessing around me and not take them for granted.
I went to see the doctor today and what an experience that was! I haven't used my new PacifiCare insurance since working at UCLA, but I found out, I was assigned a doctor in Whittier (read: in the 'hood) named Dr. Frankie Cotton. My first thought was this was some young kid like that "Malcolm in the Middle" guy (you know, Frankie Muniz) or some soft-spoken old man (you know, soft as in cotton). But I could not be more wrong. The doctor was a 6'0" dark red-haired woman who did not smile once and did not look directly at you while talking. And her voice was about as deep as mine. Needless to say, I was a little intimidated, but she was very helpful.
Anyway, after having her look at me and having Karena check me out a little more, the evidence seems to support the worst: I have a lateral meniscus tear which will more than likely require surgery. I am going to have an MRI hopefully by the end of this week to confirm this diagnosis. I was very depressed at hearing the news, even though that's what I had been thinking all along. But to actually hear it made me so unhappy and upset at the whole situation. Meanwhile, I have been getting treated like a king by my parents and brother and sister, Karena (thanks again for driving me around), Jason, Mark, Gary, Andy, etc.
Maybe God is trying to teach me something here (like He always does). Instead of focusing on the negatives of this whole thing, maybe He's making sure that I notice all the blessing around me and not take them for granted.
Tuesday, February 26, 2002
THE ANTICIPATION OF WAKING UP
It's weird to have an injury and try to sleep at night. The reason? Sleeping just leads me to think about waking up. And when I wake up, first thing I always do is get up with great energy and anticipation because I want to test my knee. Except, it's also a bit scary when the knee doesn't feel any better, I can't put any more weight on it, and it still can't be fully straight or fully bent.
So, it's definitely been hard to sleep these last few nights because my mind is racing over what the doctor will say. I see an orthopedist hopefully today. In the meantime, I'm just trying to keep myself busy - reading the stacks of old newspaper articles I've been meaning to read for a while, watching TV, and relaxing. This time off would have been so much better if I could at least drive! Then, I could at least get a haircut or go to the movies or something without bothering anyone. Right now, I can only go out when my parents are free or when Karena is not working. But I'm still in good spirits so I guess that's a good thing.
P.S. Major props go out to Jason because he not only went out of his way to bring me his old knee brace, but he also loaned me three DVD movies (with more on the way) to keep me entertained and has called me on a daily basis to check up on me. You want an example of a true friend who's willing to put the interests of others above his own? Look no further than the Bug Eater himself. You're the man, Jas!
It's weird to have an injury and try to sleep at night. The reason? Sleeping just leads me to think about waking up. And when I wake up, first thing I always do is get up with great energy and anticipation because I want to test my knee. Except, it's also a bit scary when the knee doesn't feel any better, I can't put any more weight on it, and it still can't be fully straight or fully bent.
So, it's definitely been hard to sleep these last few nights because my mind is racing over what the doctor will say. I see an orthopedist hopefully today. In the meantime, I'm just trying to keep myself busy - reading the stacks of old newspaper articles I've been meaning to read for a while, watching TV, and relaxing. This time off would have been so much better if I could at least drive! Then, I could at least get a haircut or go to the movies or something without bothering anyone. Right now, I can only go out when my parents are free or when Karena is not working. But I'm still in good spirits so I guess that's a good thing.
P.S. Major props go out to Jason because he not only went out of his way to bring me his old knee brace, but he also loaned me three DVD movies (with more on the way) to keep me entertained and has called me on a daily basis to check up on me. You want an example of a true friend who's willing to put the interests of others above his own? Look no further than the Bug Eater himself. You're the man, Jas!
Monday, February 25, 2002
SHAKAS
Even with my injury, I still wanted to worship at CEFC. Plus, I wanted to get out of the house for a while before I went stir crazy! Karena was kind enough to wake up early so she could pick me up and drive me to church. Afterward, we went to Shakas, a Japanese-Hawaiian food place that is a little expensive, but has really good food. Plus, a lot of Schurr High people work there so you know it's good.
And even though I was only there one short hour, a lot of good things happened there. Victoria got to share me with about her upcoming music ministry where she'll undergo all kinds of training and begin performing at various churches and eventually maybe cut a record deal. How cool is that? I got to spend some time chatting with Karena, Cindy, Bonnie, Velina, and Tyrone. And even my cousin Joyce and her fiancee Mike came with Matt Der and Eugenia Wang (who are now engaged, by the way). I was glad to get a chance to talk to my cuz, espcially since we don't chat too often because she's in San Diego. And about Matt Der, I really put my foot in my mouth because when I saw them walk in, I leaned over to Victoria and Karena and asked, "Are they still together?" only to find out later about their engagement. Oops.
So, I have to say that I was VERY glad to get out of the house, even though I had to endure the torture of being laughed at for injuring myself while merely getting up onto my snowboard and not doing some Olympic-inspired trick.
Even with my injury, I still wanted to worship at CEFC. Plus, I wanted to get out of the house for a while before I went stir crazy! Karena was kind enough to wake up early so she could pick me up and drive me to church. Afterward, we went to Shakas, a Japanese-Hawaiian food place that is a little expensive, but has really good food. Plus, a lot of Schurr High people work there so you know it's good.
And even though I was only there one short hour, a lot of good things happened there. Victoria got to share me with about her upcoming music ministry where she'll undergo all kinds of training and begin performing at various churches and eventually maybe cut a record deal. How cool is that? I got to spend some time chatting with Karena, Cindy, Bonnie, Velina, and Tyrone. And even my cousin Joyce and her fiancee Mike came with Matt Der and Eugenia Wang (who are now engaged, by the way). I was glad to get a chance to talk to my cuz, espcially since we don't chat too often because she's in San Diego. And about Matt Der, I really put my foot in my mouth because when I saw them walk in, I leaned over to Victoria and Karena and asked, "Are they still together?" only to find out later about their engagement. Oops.
So, I have to say that I was VERY glad to get out of the house, even though I had to endure the torture of being laughed at for injuring myself while merely getting up onto my snowboard and not doing some Olympic-inspired trick.
Sunday, February 24, 2002
LEGEND OF THE FALL
I know I haven't updated my blog in a few days. I originially had planned to write about Michelle Kwan's heartbreaking bronze finish or about Friday night's Koinonia.
But now, all those things have taken a back seat to a new topic - my knee. See, I went snowboarding Saturday with Karena, Nathan, Larry, Andy, and his friend Alvin at Bear mountain. Sure, it was a little warm, but the powder looked so beautiful. I was stoked to get back up there and hopefully learn to carve with some efficiency instead of just doing the "falling leaf" thing. But this time, there would be no carving. There would be no falling leaf. In fact, there wouldn't even be a ride up the lift.
While getting up onto my snowboard (arrrg, this is SOOOOO embarassing), I must have twisted my knee and strained one of my knee ligaments. So, down I fell and I immediately knew something was VERY wrong. At the very least, it's just a strain (like a bad sprained ankle) and should be fine in a few weeks. At worst, my lateral meniscus could also be affected leading to possible surgery. We'll have to wait and see.
Anyway, they had to call snow patrol for me and they put me on the stretcher and wisked me down the mountain with the snowmobile(again, SOOO embarassing!). And you wouldn't believe this, but the ski patrol people have NO idea what they're doing. I mean, don't get me wrong. I appreciated that they were there, but all they have is a small cooler with ice they made in the freezer to give to people in Ziploc bags. No Advil, Tylenol or any other medications. No real splints, just they put some air into some slightly inflatable splints that do nothing. Plus, they were jerking my knee around all over the place and it hurt like you wouldn't believe.
Well, after Karena and Nathan had to drive my car home, I'm safe and sound now, using crutches. I can't straighten my knee or bend it all the way and there's no chance I can put even a little weight on it right now. I'll probably see the doctor tomorrow and probably won't be able to work for at least a few weeks.
Your prayers would be much appreciated. Thanks!
I know I haven't updated my blog in a few days. I originially had planned to write about Michelle Kwan's heartbreaking bronze finish or about Friday night's Koinonia.
But now, all those things have taken a back seat to a new topic - my knee. See, I went snowboarding Saturday with Karena, Nathan, Larry, Andy, and his friend Alvin at Bear mountain. Sure, it was a little warm, but the powder looked so beautiful. I was stoked to get back up there and hopefully learn to carve with some efficiency instead of just doing the "falling leaf" thing. But this time, there would be no carving. There would be no falling leaf. In fact, there wouldn't even be a ride up the lift.
While getting up onto my snowboard (arrrg, this is SOOOOO embarassing), I must have twisted my knee and strained one of my knee ligaments. So, down I fell and I immediately knew something was VERY wrong. At the very least, it's just a strain (like a bad sprained ankle) and should be fine in a few weeks. At worst, my lateral meniscus could also be affected leading to possible surgery. We'll have to wait and see.
Anyway, they had to call snow patrol for me and they put me on the stretcher and wisked me down the mountain with the snowmobile(again, SOOO embarassing!). And you wouldn't believe this, but the ski patrol people have NO idea what they're doing. I mean, don't get me wrong. I appreciated that they were there, but all they have is a small cooler with ice they made in the freezer to give to people in Ziploc bags. No Advil, Tylenol or any other medications. No real splints, just they put some air into some slightly inflatable splints that do nothing. Plus, they were jerking my knee around all over the place and it hurt like you wouldn't believe.
Well, after Karena and Nathan had to drive my car home, I'm safe and sound now, using crutches. I can't straighten my knee or bend it all the way and there's no chance I can put even a little weight on it right now. I'll probably see the doctor tomorrow and probably won't be able to work for at least a few weeks.
Your prayers would be much appreciated. Thanks!
Thursday, February 21, 2002
WHEELCHAIR BASKETBALL
With the management talking about firing two full-time employees and my boss constantly telling us to do more in less time, it's no wonder that morale is low at work these days. So, we have to do what we can do bring it up ourselves. For me and my co-worker Mark, it sometimes means sitting on stools and shooting hoops at our indoor children's size basketbal hoop inside our department. It's really there for our pediatric patients so they can practice their balance and hand-eye coordination, and all that. But for us, it's a definite morale booster.
The idea actually came from those wheelchair basketball games. But since the wheelchairs are too hard to maneuver in our small department, we use the rolling stools instead.
Today, we played a little one-on-one and let me just say that the competition got very intese. Mark hurt his index finger and I sweat so much, you could see some sweat marks starting to form on my shirt. But after three dunks (two by me and one by Mark) and a few amazing jump shots, I came out on top today 15-14.
Consider our morale lifted.
With the management talking about firing two full-time employees and my boss constantly telling us to do more in less time, it's no wonder that morale is low at work these days. So, we have to do what we can do bring it up ourselves. For me and my co-worker Mark, it sometimes means sitting on stools and shooting hoops at our indoor children's size basketbal hoop inside our department. It's really there for our pediatric patients so they can practice their balance and hand-eye coordination, and all that. But for us, it's a definite morale booster.
The idea actually came from those wheelchair basketball games. But since the wheelchairs are too hard to maneuver in our small department, we use the rolling stools instead.
Today, we played a little one-on-one and let me just say that the competition got very intese. Mark hurt his index finger and I sweat so much, you could see some sweat marks starting to form on my shirt. But after three dunks (two by me and one by Mark) and a few amazing jump shots, I came out on top today 15-14.
Consider our morale lifted.
Wednesday, February 20, 2002
MOVIE REVIEWS
Since I was so sick this past weekend, I had nothing else to do but watch a bunch of movies. Here is a quick review of all the ones I saw:
Casablanca: B+. I don't think they make movies like this anymore and that both affected my feelings both for the better and for the worst. I'm sure this film was considered a bit violent for its time, but it's relatively tame for our standards today. I love the cliches that have come from the movie ("Here's lookin' at you, kid.", "We'll always have Paris.", "This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship."). And what I loved more was how cool and suave Humphrey Bogart was. What I didn't like about it was that it was kind of slow moving.
The Perfect Storm: B-. The acting was good and I felt it really was able to portray the lives of people who fish for a living: they have pressure, they have exhilariation, they have big decisions to make. (See Dick Lee's website for more on this.) Their wills are definitely tested on a daily basis, as are many of ours at our workplaces or in our lives in general. So what's the reason for the low grade? Well, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm just not mature enough to like a movie with such a sad ending. Sorry.
Moulin Rouge: A. I know I've ranted and raved about this movie before, but I watched for a second time and WOW was it still as good, if not better, than the first time. It's such an imaginative and creative piece of work that I don't even mind the joining of songs old and new together. Besides, I felt this was probably one of the only ways for a musical to make it big in today's movie industry. Sad, but true.
Since I was so sick this past weekend, I had nothing else to do but watch a bunch of movies. Here is a quick review of all the ones I saw:
Casablanca: B+. I don't think they make movies like this anymore and that both affected my feelings both for the better and for the worst. I'm sure this film was considered a bit violent for its time, but it's relatively tame for our standards today. I love the cliches that have come from the movie ("Here's lookin' at you, kid.", "We'll always have Paris.", "This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship."). And what I loved more was how cool and suave Humphrey Bogart was. What I didn't like about it was that it was kind of slow moving.
The Perfect Storm: B-. The acting was good and I felt it really was able to portray the lives of people who fish for a living: they have pressure, they have exhilariation, they have big decisions to make. (See Dick Lee's website for more on this.) Their wills are definitely tested on a daily basis, as are many of ours at our workplaces or in our lives in general. So what's the reason for the low grade? Well, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm just not mature enough to like a movie with such a sad ending. Sorry.
Moulin Rouge: A. I know I've ranted and raved about this movie before, but I watched for a second time and WOW was it still as good, if not better, than the first time. It's such an imaginative and creative piece of work that I don't even mind the joining of songs old and new together. Besides, I felt this was probably one of the only ways for a musical to make it big in today's movie industry. Sad, but true.
Tuesday, February 19, 2002
THE ACHES AND PAINS OF BEING SICK
For me, there isn't anything worse than being sick. When many of you think of me or look at me, thoughts of "big" or "tough" guy may come to mind, but being sick turns me into an absolute wuss! All I can do is lie in bed and have everything brought to me. Getting up to use the bathroom or take a shower is a major chore. And yet, I'm become overly stubborn to the point where I refuse to take medication.
So, when I started to get body aches last Saturday during work, I feared the worst. I knew I had promised Karena we'd have dinner Saturday night and I knew I was having a family dinner Sunday night. And we all know about my passion for duty so I just had to be there. So I no choice but to take something and go to bed. Well, I think I overdid it because I've been popping Advils like they're candy. And don't even get me started on the cough drops. But at least I was able to have dinner both nights with no ill effects. And I still went to work today and even worked out (albeit slightly abbreviated).
But that's it! I've had enough. I'm cutting myself off.
It's time to say no to drugs.
For me, there isn't anything worse than being sick. When many of you think of me or look at me, thoughts of "big" or "tough" guy may come to mind, but being sick turns me into an absolute wuss! All I can do is lie in bed and have everything brought to me. Getting up to use the bathroom or take a shower is a major chore. And yet, I'm become overly stubborn to the point where I refuse to take medication.
So, when I started to get body aches last Saturday during work, I feared the worst. I knew I had promised Karena we'd have dinner Saturday night and I knew I was having a family dinner Sunday night. And we all know about my passion for duty so I just had to be there. So I no choice but to take something and go to bed. Well, I think I overdid it because I've been popping Advils like they're candy. And don't even get me started on the cough drops. But at least I was able to have dinner both nights with no ill effects. And I still went to work today and even worked out (albeit slightly abbreviated).
But that's it! I've had enough. I'm cutting myself off.
It's time to say no to drugs.
Monday, February 18, 2002
NOTHIN' BUT LOVE FOR MONTEBELLO
For those of you who have voiced your opinions against my beloved hometown of Montebello (read: Tyrone and Jason), all I have to say is this: One of the three WINNING tickets from the big California Lotto jackpot was bought from the 7-11 store in Montebello! How amazing is that? My dad actually bought tickets from that exact 7-11, but after checking and re-checking his numbers multiple times, he is not the winner. But he still IS a winner. How is that possible?
Well, it's become very evident that if you want to be a winner, you have to live in Montebello.
'Nuff said.
For those of you who have voiced your opinions against my beloved hometown of Montebello (read: Tyrone and Jason), all I have to say is this: One of the three WINNING tickets from the big California Lotto jackpot was bought from the 7-11 store in Montebello! How amazing is that? My dad actually bought tickets from that exact 7-11, but after checking and re-checking his numbers multiple times, he is not the winner. But he still IS a winner. How is that possible?
Well, it's become very evident that if you want to be a winner, you have to live in Montebello.
'Nuff said.
PEOPLE WATCHING
I'm not exactly sure why, but ever since I was a kid, I was fascinated at just watching people. Maybe I was drawn to how different everyone is or how many different kind of hair styles there could be. Whatever the case may be, this lovefest for people watching is still with me even today. And let me tell you, there is no better place to do this than at a J. Crew store - particularly the one in Old Town Pasadena on a Saturday night.
NOTE: Before I go into it, this blog is not intended to offend anyone. I am admitting up front that I am making rash generalizations about people and would never judge a person just on how they appear. This blog is merely for entertainment value only and should NOT be taken too seriously.
See, J. Crew has done a great job of marketing its clothing because you see such a wide variety of people there. That's why I love people watching there. Here are some of the interesting people I saw there last Saturday night:
1. An Asian guy who obviously worked out because his chest and arms were much bigger than mine yet his waist and legs were probably smaller than Karena's or my sister's. I mean this guy literally looked like a lightbulb - big on top, thin on the bottom. But he was stylin' - decked out in those tight beanies that football players wear under their helmets.
2. A Chinese high school/college guy complete with the extremely baggy pants and big sweater with his girlfriend who had the gold highlights in her hair and was wearing a lot of make-up. He's trying on a new sweater and asks his girlfriend to look for a bigger size, even though I already though the one he had on was too big for him.
3. A yuppie-type looking at $100 shoes dressed very conservatively in khakis and a nice top with a leather jacket and glasses. He puts downt he $100 and goes staright for the $150 ones.
4. Next to him was a young high schooler and his mom looking at the shirts on sale. Him mom was obviously giving him a hard time ("Try this one. You look good in this one!") And the son getting annoyed, saying, "No! Those shirts aren't cool anymore!")
5. And of course, the guy behind the counter - thin Asian guy with a very tight shirt, very tight pants, highlights in his hair, high, squeaky voice, and very affeminate in all his mannerisms.
As I left the store, I was definitely on sensory overload. But I couldn't help but wonder, what generalizations were these five individuals making about me?
I'm not exactly sure why, but ever since I was a kid, I was fascinated at just watching people. Maybe I was drawn to how different everyone is or how many different kind of hair styles there could be. Whatever the case may be, this lovefest for people watching is still with me even today. And let me tell you, there is no better place to do this than at a J. Crew store - particularly the one in Old Town Pasadena on a Saturday night.
NOTE: Before I go into it, this blog is not intended to offend anyone. I am admitting up front that I am making rash generalizations about people and would never judge a person just on how they appear. This blog is merely for entertainment value only and should NOT be taken too seriously.
See, J. Crew has done a great job of marketing its clothing because you see such a wide variety of people there. That's why I love people watching there. Here are some of the interesting people I saw there last Saturday night:
1. An Asian guy who obviously worked out because his chest and arms were much bigger than mine yet his waist and legs were probably smaller than Karena's or my sister's. I mean this guy literally looked like a lightbulb - big on top, thin on the bottom. But he was stylin' - decked out in those tight beanies that football players wear under their helmets.
2. A Chinese high school/college guy complete with the extremely baggy pants and big sweater with his girlfriend who had the gold highlights in her hair and was wearing a lot of make-up. He's trying on a new sweater and asks his girlfriend to look for a bigger size, even though I already though the one he had on was too big for him.
3. A yuppie-type looking at $100 shoes dressed very conservatively in khakis and a nice top with a leather jacket and glasses. He puts downt he $100 and goes staright for the $150 ones.
4. Next to him was a young high schooler and his mom looking at the shirts on sale. Him mom was obviously giving him a hard time ("Try this one. You look good in this one!") And the son getting annoyed, saying, "No! Those shirts aren't cool anymore!")
5. And of course, the guy behind the counter - thin Asian guy with a very tight shirt, very tight pants, highlights in his hair, high, squeaky voice, and very affeminate in all his mannerisms.
As I left the store, I was definitely on sensory overload. But I couldn't help but wonder, what generalizations were these five individuals making about me?
Sunday, February 17, 2002
SHOCKED AT OWNING SHOX
Well, it's official. I am now the proud owner of one of the most expensive and most flashy shoes I have ever had: the new Nike Shox. You know, it's those shoes where the commercial has the "Boing" sound while famous athletes are running on treadmills. Anyway, back to owning the shoes, I have to admit, I feel pretty good about it.
For a while now, I've been looking to get some new basketball shoes - something a little more trendy than my usual $25 basketball shoes purchased from Big 5. But the Chinese side of me just wouldn't allow me to spend too much more. I've always loved the And 1 that people like Reuel wear all the time. And I spent a long time looking at those.
But in a surprise move, I opted for the most glamorous shoe. These shoes are so cool. They're have leather, a blue wrap-around and, of couse, the springs in the back of the shoe to make me jump higher. And no, they don't actually go "Boing" when I jump. Believe me, I tried.
Well, it's official. I am now the proud owner of one of the most expensive and most flashy shoes I have ever had: the new Nike Shox. You know, it's those shoes where the commercial has the "Boing" sound while famous athletes are running on treadmills. Anyway, back to owning the shoes, I have to admit, I feel pretty good about it.
For a while now, I've been looking to get some new basketball shoes - something a little more trendy than my usual $25 basketball shoes purchased from Big 5. But the Chinese side of me just wouldn't allow me to spend too much more. I've always loved the And 1 that people like Reuel wear all the time. And I spent a long time looking at those.
But in a surprise move, I opted for the most glamorous shoe. These shoes are so cool. They're have leather, a blue wrap-around and, of couse, the springs in the back of the shoe to make me jump higher. And no, they don't actually go "Boing" when I jump. Believe me, I tried.
Saturday, February 16, 2002
EATING MY WORDS
How's this for irony? At the very moment that I was typing in the last blog about how I hated Valentine's Day, Karena was preparing the most beautiful dinner I have ever seen. So, when I was finished venting my dislike for the holiday, she made me eat my words.
As I walked from my computer out into my living room in my apartment, I found that the room was lit up with small lights and one candle. Two plates were neatly placed on the table ready to be eaten.
First was a spinach salad complete with real bacon, carmelized almonds (yes, Karena carmelized them herself) and a delicious spinach dressing. Next came the potatoes - covered with butter and garlic and beautifully cut to resemble those from a restaurant. The main course was salmon with a pinch of lemon and pepper. It was definitely better than the meal we had at Crustacean for our anniversary two weeks ago.
And for dessert? Karena made a homemade cheesecake (my favorite) complete with fresh strawberries on top. And we had our favorite wine to drink - Ca' de Sol. We like it because it's not too alcoholic and has a nice fruity taste to it.
Please disregard my last entry because I love Valentine's Day!!!
How's this for irony? At the very moment that I was typing in the last blog about how I hated Valentine's Day, Karena was preparing the most beautiful dinner I have ever seen. So, when I was finished venting my dislike for the holiday, she made me eat my words.
As I walked from my computer out into my living room in my apartment, I found that the room was lit up with small lights and one candle. Two plates were neatly placed on the table ready to be eaten.
First was a spinach salad complete with real bacon, carmelized almonds (yes, Karena carmelized them herself) and a delicious spinach dressing. Next came the potatoes - covered with butter and garlic and beautifully cut to resemble those from a restaurant. The main course was salmon with a pinch of lemon and pepper. It was definitely better than the meal we had at Crustacean for our anniversary two weeks ago.
And for dessert? Karena made a homemade cheesecake (my favorite) complete with fresh strawberries on top. And we had our favorite wine to drink - Ca' de Sol. We like it because it's not too alcoholic and has a nice fruity taste to it.
Please disregard my last entry because I love Valentine's Day!!!
Thursday, February 14, 2002
VALENTINE'S DAY
I have to admit that I have NEVER been a big fan of Valentine's Day. It didn't matter whether I was dating or in my "I hate women" stage. I'm just opposed to a day where greeting card, chocolate, and flower companies make a killing because men are obligated to buy something for the woman in their lives. See Johnnie Tam's blog for a similar take on the matter. You know, I would rather do those things "just because" on some random day than be told I have to do something on a certain day. Besides, they get to hike up prices so that a dozen roses can cost in excess of $100. What's up with that?
But then, there I was, standing in line buying cards and roses for Karena.
Hey, I still hold firm to my strong opinions against Valentine's Day, but I don't want to be in the doghouse!!! =)
I have to admit that I have NEVER been a big fan of Valentine's Day. It didn't matter whether I was dating or in my "I hate women" stage. I'm just opposed to a day where greeting card, chocolate, and flower companies make a killing because men are obligated to buy something for the woman in their lives. See Johnnie Tam's blog for a similar take on the matter. You know, I would rather do those things "just because" on some random day than be told I have to do something on a certain day. Besides, they get to hike up prices so that a dozen roses can cost in excess of $100. What's up with that?
But then, there I was, standing in line buying cards and roses for Karena.
Hey, I still hold firm to my strong opinions against Valentine's Day, but I don't want to be in the doghouse!!! =)
Wednesday, February 13, 2002
LOTTO FEVER
With this week's jackpot set at over $120 million, the California Lottery is the hot topic of conversation at work. Everyone from fellow PTs to doctors (I don't know why they have to play) to nurses are all in on it. Every floor has their pools going - most for just $1 each and getting about 40 people to participate. I heard one floor is having everyone put in $5 with about 25 people participating. Can you imagine that - 125 chances to win. I've probably had about 5-10 conversations a day with various people about how they can't wait to win the money and retire in style. Even I started getting caught up in it. I knew I had to get involved in at least one pool so that, just in case they won, I wouldn't be the only person to show up to work on Monday. But I didn't have my wallet with me at the time and got left out.
Money does some interesting things to people. I just hope I won't be working alone Monday morning.
With this week's jackpot set at over $120 million, the California Lottery is the hot topic of conversation at work. Everyone from fellow PTs to doctors (I don't know why they have to play) to nurses are all in on it. Every floor has their pools going - most for just $1 each and getting about 40 people to participate. I heard one floor is having everyone put in $5 with about 25 people participating. Can you imagine that - 125 chances to win. I've probably had about 5-10 conversations a day with various people about how they can't wait to win the money and retire in style. Even I started getting caught up in it. I knew I had to get involved in at least one pool so that, just in case they won, I wouldn't be the only person to show up to work on Monday. But I didn't have my wallet with me at the time and got left out.
Money does some interesting things to people. I just hope I won't be working alone Monday morning.
Tuesday, February 12, 2002
A PATIENT'S STORY
One thing I love about my job is meeting interesting patients who are able to tell a great life story. Here is one my patient told me today (but loosely translated as always. Hey, you expect me to remember evey word verbatim?!?):
"Having to recover from this surgery is nothing. I've lived an extra-ordinary life that has called on me to draw strength from the Holy Spirit and to believe deeply in prayer. See, I was gang-raped as a 19-year old and had to give up the baby for adoption. I barely even had the money for the doctor's visits! And after an another attempted rape, I wanted to drive my car off the edge and end my life. And one night, I almost did it. There I was, crying out loud, "Why? Why?" over and over. And suddenly, a deep, masculine voice, who I figure was God, gently said, "Someday you'll know." That woke me up like a splash of cold water. After that, I drew strength from Him and He has never disappointed me or left me.
"Many years later, I married and had a child of my own who was born with mental retardation. I had difficulty handling it. But in that moment, I knew that this was the reason I had to endure all that pain as an adolescent. That rape made me rely on God and having that strength and reliance helped me be a better mother to my child. Now, she works and is able to take care of herself. So I guess I did okay."
Indeed she did.
One thing I love about my job is meeting interesting patients who are able to tell a great life story. Here is one my patient told me today (but loosely translated as always. Hey, you expect me to remember evey word verbatim?!?):
"Having to recover from this surgery is nothing. I've lived an extra-ordinary life that has called on me to draw strength from the Holy Spirit and to believe deeply in prayer. See, I was gang-raped as a 19-year old and had to give up the baby for adoption. I barely even had the money for the doctor's visits! And after an another attempted rape, I wanted to drive my car off the edge and end my life. And one night, I almost did it. There I was, crying out loud, "Why? Why?" over and over. And suddenly, a deep, masculine voice, who I figure was God, gently said, "Someday you'll know." That woke me up like a splash of cold water. After that, I drew strength from Him and He has never disappointed me or left me.
"Many years later, I married and had a child of my own who was born with mental retardation. I had difficulty handling it. But in that moment, I knew that this was the reason I had to endure all that pain as an adolescent. That rape made me rely on God and having that strength and reliance helped me be a better mother to my child. Now, she works and is able to take care of herself. So I guess I did okay."
Indeed she did.
Monday, February 11, 2002
SUNDAY'S HIGHLIGHTS
1. I was ecstatic to have my entire family go to Raymond's church. It was a mandarin speaking church, but the sermon was translated into English. Too bad my dad fell asleep, but I was still happy about being there with my whole family.
2. We watched two movies - Mulan and Snow Falling on Cedars. Both were very good, although I missed a majority of Snow Falling on Cedars because I was taking a nap.
3. We had dinner with Sandra's boyfriend Gabe and his family. It was one of those great meeting of the family dinners complete his parents and two sisters and all of us. And everyone was definitely on their best behavior because towards the end of the meal, there was one item of food left on every plate. Nobody wanted to eat the last one.
4. See if this sounds familiar at all: Gabe's sister is the middle child, a PT, and went to a school in the same mold as Mount St. Mary's. She wanted to work in outpatient, but ended up getting a job in a hospital and has now been there for about a year. Hmmm ... sounds like someone I know.
5. At the dinner, I noticed that the leather industry made a killing of the two families. My dad, sister, brother, cousin, and I wore leather as well as two people from Gabe's family.
5. Eating out of Chinese is very expensive in Northern California. We are so spoiled in So Cal.
6. We got to watch the NBA all-star game complete with Jordan's botched dunk and Kobe being named MVP. Too bad his hometown of Philly booed him and nearly brought him to tears. So much for being the city of brotherly love.
7. Again, I have to emphasize just how cold it is in Northern Cal. No wonder I'm stayed in LA all my life.
1. I was ecstatic to have my entire family go to Raymond's church. It was a mandarin speaking church, but the sermon was translated into English. Too bad my dad fell asleep, but I was still happy about being there with my whole family.
2. We watched two movies - Mulan and Snow Falling on Cedars. Both were very good, although I missed a majority of Snow Falling on Cedars because I was taking a nap.
3. We had dinner with Sandra's boyfriend Gabe and his family. It was one of those great meeting of the family dinners complete his parents and two sisters and all of us. And everyone was definitely on their best behavior because towards the end of the meal, there was one item of food left on every plate. Nobody wanted to eat the last one.
4. See if this sounds familiar at all: Gabe's sister is the middle child, a PT, and went to a school in the same mold as Mount St. Mary's. She wanted to work in outpatient, but ended up getting a job in a hospital and has now been there for about a year. Hmmm ... sounds like someone I know.
5. At the dinner, I noticed that the leather industry made a killing of the two families. My dad, sister, brother, cousin, and I wore leather as well as two people from Gabe's family.
5. Eating out of Chinese is very expensive in Northern California. We are so spoiled in So Cal.
6. We got to watch the NBA all-star game complete with Jordan's botched dunk and Kobe being named MVP. Too bad his hometown of Philly booed him and nearly brought him to tears. So much for being the city of brotherly love.
7. Again, I have to emphasize just how cold it is in Northern Cal. No wonder I'm stayed in LA all my life.
Sunday, February 10, 2002
ROAD TRIP TO SEE RAYMOND AND SANDRA
As with all of our family vacations to see Raymond and Sandra, I was gently but firmly awakened at 4 am by my dad saying, "Get up" in Chinese very similar to the way they did to him when he was in the army. I grabbed my bags and helped load everything up into our rental car. We had Allison with us this time and that made space a little bit tighter, but it was nice to have her company. I drove the first leg of the trip and stopped at our favorite place within our favorite half-way point - the Carl's Jr. in Kettleman City. I proceeded to order two burgers (usu. whatever is 99 cents at the time) and spend the second leg of the trip helping my dad look for and avoid cops.
The four of us joined up with Raymond and Sandra stopping by at both their places (they live about 10 miles apart from each other). A great time was had by all as we worked out at Sandra's apartment building's exercise room. I got to do my upper body workout regime, while helping Sandra and Allison with theirs (they needed A LOT of help!) We also had a pretty intense game of Cranium, but Sandra and I prevailed with her impressive drawing with her eyes closed skills and a few lucky guesses (Sandra guessing Stairway to Heaven, despite me humming it all wrong).
Plus, we got to watch some of the Winter Olympics and some good college basketball (except that UCLA lost ... again.)
All in all, we had some good family bonding time to keep our hearts warm. And good thing to because Northern Cali is freakin' cold!!!
As with all of our family vacations to see Raymond and Sandra, I was gently but firmly awakened at 4 am by my dad saying, "Get up" in Chinese very similar to the way they did to him when he was in the army. I grabbed my bags and helped load everything up into our rental car. We had Allison with us this time and that made space a little bit tighter, but it was nice to have her company. I drove the first leg of the trip and stopped at our favorite place within our favorite half-way point - the Carl's Jr. in Kettleman City. I proceeded to order two burgers (usu. whatever is 99 cents at the time) and spend the second leg of the trip helping my dad look for and avoid cops.
The four of us joined up with Raymond and Sandra stopping by at both their places (they live about 10 miles apart from each other). A great time was had by all as we worked out at Sandra's apartment building's exercise room. I got to do my upper body workout regime, while helping Sandra and Allison with theirs (they needed A LOT of help!) We also had a pretty intense game of Cranium, but Sandra and I prevailed with her impressive drawing with her eyes closed skills and a few lucky guesses (Sandra guessing Stairway to Heaven, despite me humming it all wrong).
Plus, we got to watch some of the Winter Olympics and some good college basketball (except that UCLA lost ... again.)
All in all, we had some good family bonding time to keep our hearts warm. And good thing to because Northern Cali is freakin' cold!!!
Saturday, February 09, 2002
MY TALK IN ALPHA
There is no greater privilege than being asked to give a talk in a fellowship group. I had such an opportunity in Alpha last night on Hebrews 10:19-25. THeir emphasis was on fellowship and encouragement.
I have to admit that I was feeling the pressure because it's becoming increasingly more difficult to get through to high schoolers. That, plus the fact that the number of years that I've been out of high school seems to be growing exponentially, just made me more nervous. I mean, I wanted to give a talk that had its funny moments and its cool moments while still being able to deliver God's message. And after writing it all up and reading it over a few times, I felt pretty bad about it. It just didn't have funny moments, cool thoughts, and I wasn't even sure whether it was delivering God's message.
And when I got there, it finally donned upon me that maybe I wouldn't have enough time to say everything I wanted to say. And to make matters worse, the MC decided to have an ice breaker! I was demoralized. Now what was I going to do?
Then, God saved the day like He always does.
See, I had planned to have them use spaghetti and marshallows to create the tallest structure possible to show them how teamwork and encouragement helps build the best strucuture. And guess what the ice breaker was? It had them using paper to ... build the tallest structure possible. How amazing is that?
I was amazed. It's weird that even though I know God can do all things, and yet He still manages to amaze me.
The rest of the talk was cake. I said pretty much everything I wanted to say and felt that God had used me to reach out of the Alpha kids. Hopefully, they will turn the talk into action - to spur one another on, to encourage each other, and to not give up meeting together.
Amen.
There is no greater privilege than being asked to give a talk in a fellowship group. I had such an opportunity in Alpha last night on Hebrews 10:19-25. THeir emphasis was on fellowship and encouragement.
I have to admit that I was feeling the pressure because it's becoming increasingly more difficult to get through to high schoolers. That, plus the fact that the number of years that I've been out of high school seems to be growing exponentially, just made me more nervous. I mean, I wanted to give a talk that had its funny moments and its cool moments while still being able to deliver God's message. And after writing it all up and reading it over a few times, I felt pretty bad about it. It just didn't have funny moments, cool thoughts, and I wasn't even sure whether it was delivering God's message.
And when I got there, it finally donned upon me that maybe I wouldn't have enough time to say everything I wanted to say. And to make matters worse, the MC decided to have an ice breaker! I was demoralized. Now what was I going to do?
Then, God saved the day like He always does.
See, I had planned to have them use spaghetti and marshallows to create the tallest structure possible to show them how teamwork and encouragement helps build the best strucuture. And guess what the ice breaker was? It had them using paper to ... build the tallest structure possible. How amazing is that?
I was amazed. It's weird that even though I know God can do all things, and yet He still manages to amaze me.
The rest of the talk was cake. I said pretty much everything I wanted to say and felt that God had used me to reach out of the Alpha kids. Hopefully, they will turn the talk into action - to spur one another on, to encourage each other, and to not give up meeting together.
Amen.
Thursday, February 07, 2002
A TRIP TO THE DENTIST
I spent my day off going to the dentist today. Since I was a little kid, I've always hated going to the dentist. My dentist is actually a family member and is extremely nice socially, but I hated having to sit there with my mouth open for hours on end just so he could cause me pain. He would always have to tell me to open my mouth wider and to keep my tongue from the area he was working on. And what may have been worst of all is that he wears glasses so I could see exactly what he was doing through his glasses. So that's why, to this day, I still can't look at him while he works. And I've had to do all these things to make myself feel better about going. And even as I went there today, I still find myself doing the same things.
First off, I make sure my mom (and now me) parks the car just outside the dentist office so that I can see it from the window. That gives me something familiar to look at and and to examine instead of looking into my dentist's glasses. And while sitting in the waiting room, Sandra and I would always take the Highlights children magazines and do the "Find the hidden items" page and look at the "What's Wrong?" page. I would also play Charades with Raymond. And today, even though I went by myself, I still thumbed through the Highlights magazine and felt a very strong urge to play Charades all of a sudden.
Well, the good news is that everything is all good with my teeth. Well, with one exception. I'm going to have to make an appointment with an oral surgeon to have my wisdom teeth pulled.
See, I can try to make my trips to the dentist as enjoyable as possible and have it remind me of some fond childhood memories, but in the end, it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth (of fluoride).
I spent my day off going to the dentist today. Since I was a little kid, I've always hated going to the dentist. My dentist is actually a family member and is extremely nice socially, but I hated having to sit there with my mouth open for hours on end just so he could cause me pain. He would always have to tell me to open my mouth wider and to keep my tongue from the area he was working on. And what may have been worst of all is that he wears glasses so I could see exactly what he was doing through his glasses. So that's why, to this day, I still can't look at him while he works. And I've had to do all these things to make myself feel better about going. And even as I went there today, I still find myself doing the same things.
First off, I make sure my mom (and now me) parks the car just outside the dentist office so that I can see it from the window. That gives me something familiar to look at and and to examine instead of looking into my dentist's glasses. And while sitting in the waiting room, Sandra and I would always take the Highlights children magazines and do the "Find the hidden items" page and look at the "What's Wrong?" page. I would also play Charades with Raymond. And today, even though I went by myself, I still thumbed through the Highlights magazine and felt a very strong urge to play Charades all of a sudden.
Well, the good news is that everything is all good with my teeth. Well, with one exception. I'm going to have to make an appointment with an oral surgeon to have my wisdom teeth pulled.
See, I can try to make my trips to the dentist as enjoyable as possible and have it remind me of some fond childhood memories, but in the end, it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth (of fluoride).
Wednesday, February 06, 2002
MACHO, MACHO MAN
It's no secret that I'm not really a macho man. I mean, let's face it, I'm more Chandler Bing than John Wayne. But the key is, I try to be macho ... and that's worth something, right?
We had a meeting at work yesterday to talk about some of the changes that are slated to happen and have been happening over the past few years. Basically, they're constantly asking us to do more with less time and fewer resources. And now, they're planning to cut two full time staff employees within the next year to stay within budget. Obviously, this news caused morale to drop in our department so we had a meeting yesterday that was more of a venting session. But I, trying to be a man about all this, just sat there in silence. Men aren't supposed to complain. They just suck it up and go about their business. So that's what I did. Not to be sexist, but many of the women became very vocal and emotional, but I sat there straight-faced. Of course, it would just be my luck that I'll be one of those two employees to get the ax.
And today, while I was walking quickly around a table to talk to a doctor, I slammed my thigh VERY, VERY hard into the corner of a table. It hurt like you wouldn't believe, but I just played it off. Nurses and doctors around me turned to ask if I was okay, but I just played it off as if they were foolish to even ask such a thing. After all, I'm rough, I'm tough, I work out. I'm macho. I continued about my work and didn't rub it at all, even though it stung the rest of the day. And now what do I have to show for it? A BIG black and blue bruise.
Nah, I take back what I said in the beginning of this blog. Being macho isn't worth a darn thing.
It's no secret that I'm not really a macho man. I mean, let's face it, I'm more Chandler Bing than John Wayne. But the key is, I try to be macho ... and that's worth something, right?
We had a meeting at work yesterday to talk about some of the changes that are slated to happen and have been happening over the past few years. Basically, they're constantly asking us to do more with less time and fewer resources. And now, they're planning to cut two full time staff employees within the next year to stay within budget. Obviously, this news caused morale to drop in our department so we had a meeting yesterday that was more of a venting session. But I, trying to be a man about all this, just sat there in silence. Men aren't supposed to complain. They just suck it up and go about their business. So that's what I did. Not to be sexist, but many of the women became very vocal and emotional, but I sat there straight-faced. Of course, it would just be my luck that I'll be one of those two employees to get the ax.
And today, while I was walking quickly around a table to talk to a doctor, I slammed my thigh VERY, VERY hard into the corner of a table. It hurt like you wouldn't believe, but I just played it off. Nurses and doctors around me turned to ask if I was okay, but I just played it off as if they were foolish to even ask such a thing. After all, I'm rough, I'm tough, I work out. I'm macho. I continued about my work and didn't rub it at all, even though it stung the rest of the day. And now what do I have to show for it? A BIG black and blue bruise.
Nah, I take back what I said in the beginning of this blog. Being macho isn't worth a darn thing.
Tuesday, February 05, 2002
A NIGHT AT CRUSTACEAN
Karena and I celebrated our one year anniversary last night by having dinner at the most expensive restaurant I've ever been to - Crustacean in Beverly Hills. I have to admit that I was very excited about taking her there because we had to get dressed up and I was hoping to dine amongst the rich and famous in style and partake of some delicious food. Well, Karena looked beautiful, the conversation was excellent, and the mood was right ... but the restaurant was terrible.
Maybe I'm just not an expensive restauarant kind of guy, but I didn't feel I got back what I was putting in. Okay, I'll have to admit that the walkway of live fish swimming beneath your feet was a nice touch, but the service was poor (we had to wait 15 minutes even after making a reservation a week in advance ... and they still sat us upstairs). We started out with the Appetizer Sampler complete with coconut shrimp (very good), dumplings (the frozen ones in my freezer taste better), beef on skewers (good), and some kind of fish thing (good). Karena and I shared the Colossal Prawns with Garlic Noodles and the Steamed Chilean SeaBass. Both were very good, but not exactly what I had in mind for the price I was paying.
But I promised myself I wouldn't worry myself about money and instead, I would just concentrate on celebrating our relationship that is now one year long, one year strong.
Karena and I celebrated our one year anniversary last night by having dinner at the most expensive restaurant I've ever been to - Crustacean in Beverly Hills. I have to admit that I was very excited about taking her there because we had to get dressed up and I was hoping to dine amongst the rich and famous in style and partake of some delicious food. Well, Karena looked beautiful, the conversation was excellent, and the mood was right ... but the restaurant was terrible.
Maybe I'm just not an expensive restauarant kind of guy, but I didn't feel I got back what I was putting in. Okay, I'll have to admit that the walkway of live fish swimming beneath your feet was a nice touch, but the service was poor (we had to wait 15 minutes even after making a reservation a week in advance ... and they still sat us upstairs). We started out with the Appetizer Sampler complete with coconut shrimp (very good), dumplings (the frozen ones in my freezer taste better), beef on skewers (good), and some kind of fish thing (good). Karena and I shared the Colossal Prawns with Garlic Noodles and the Steamed Chilean SeaBass. Both were very good, but not exactly what I had in mind for the price I was paying.
But I promised myself I wouldn't worry myself about money and instead, I would just concentrate on celebrating our relationship that is now one year long, one year strong.
Monday, February 04, 2002
A TRULY SUPER BOWL
What a game last night's Super Bowl was! I have to admit that after skipping lunch and working extra fast just to leave an hour early, I was afraid that I had sacrificed so much for so little. I figured the final score would be 70-0 Rams. Or at least well on the way to that. But I was mistaken. It turned out to be a great game ... and not just because of the football either.
I was happy to see such a large turn-out of people (and food!) in the CEFC Fellowship happ to watch the game. And how great to see the game on the screen in complete clarity (thanks to Jason's genius and his TV antenna. And to hear the sounds blazing through all those speakers. I mean, it felt like Pat Summerall and John Madden were in the room with us.
And that's not even mentioning the great performance U2 put on at halftime. Showing the names of all the Sept. 11 victims was very touching and showed that even Irish rockers who are internationally known have a soft-spot for this great nation of ours.
But I have to proudly admit that the loudest sounds were coming from the very people in the room. We were screaming, yelling, woo-hooing to every botched call (and there were many), every big hit, and every good commercial (like the AT&T Wireless MLife commerical with the bellybuttons: We were meant to live a wireless life. ). There's just something about having that time to bond and slap hands that really brings guys closer. And have all those chips there didn't hurt either!
All in all, a great time was had by all.
What a game last night's Super Bowl was! I have to admit that after skipping lunch and working extra fast just to leave an hour early, I was afraid that I had sacrificed so much for so little. I figured the final score would be 70-0 Rams. Or at least well on the way to that. But I was mistaken. It turned out to be a great game ... and not just because of the football either.
I was happy to see such a large turn-out of people (and food!) in the CEFC Fellowship happ to watch the game. And how great to see the game on the screen in complete clarity (thanks to Jason's genius and his TV antenna. And to hear the sounds blazing through all those speakers. I mean, it felt like Pat Summerall and John Madden were in the room with us.
And that's not even mentioning the great performance U2 put on at halftime. Showing the names of all the Sept. 11 victims was very touching and showed that even Irish rockers who are internationally known have a soft-spot for this great nation of ours.
But I have to proudly admit that the loudest sounds were coming from the very people in the room. We were screaming, yelling, woo-hooing to every botched call (and there were many), every big hit, and every good commercial (like the AT&T Wireless MLife commerical with the bellybuttons: We were meant to live a wireless life. ). There's just something about having that time to bond and slap hands that really brings guys closer. And have all those chips there didn't hurt either!
All in all, a great time was had by all.
Sunday, February 03, 2002
THE END OF AN ERA
I guess technically I can't refer to it as an "era," but I was definitely stunned to see that Michael Cham's Hairy Years website has been terminated after over a year in existence.
I think the reason why it's such a loss for me is because he's the one who really started a lot of us to do thing blogging thing. And it's because of him that this web page exists! He was the motivating force behind the start of My Thoughts and most likely the force behind Jason's too.
Even though its contents were controversial at times, it was always good for me to be able to communicate with him in that regard and indirectly communicate with so many other people through his comments section. And even though I hated that green and yellow background, I have to admit that I'm going to miss it.
So long, Hairy Years. And maybe we'll say hello to something new down the road.
I guess technically I can't refer to it as an "era," but I was definitely stunned to see that Michael Cham's Hairy Years website has been terminated after over a year in existence.
I think the reason why it's such a loss for me is because he's the one who really started a lot of us to do thing blogging thing. And it's because of him that this web page exists! He was the motivating force behind the start of My Thoughts and most likely the force behind Jason's too.
Even though its contents were controversial at times, it was always good for me to be able to communicate with him in that regard and indirectly communicate with so many other people through his comments section. And even though I hated that green and yellow background, I have to admit that I'm going to miss it.
So long, Hairy Years. And maybe we'll say hello to something new down the road.
Saturday, February 02, 2002
HALFTIME
Do you know what I absolutely HATE about the upcoming Super Bowl halftime experience? No, it's definitely NOT the musical guests (read: U2 is playing, baby!!!!). No, it's not all the commercials I'll hav to sit through (in general, I love Super Bowl commericals). It's not even announcer John Madden going off on another tangent.
It's Fear Factor's poor, foolish, and downright disgusting attempt to steal some viewers by putting Playboy playmates in skimpy clothing just so they can do dumb things. Now you may recall that I can't stand the show because I think it's just blatant sensationalism and doesn't deserve to be on TV ... not even cable access! And it makes me mad that it gets such good ratings. And using Playboy platmates?!? More sensationalism that just angers me even more.
Sure, I know some guys are going to switch over to NBC and miss out on a great U2 performance, but I won't be one of them. Instead, I'll be singing these words to them: Now you're stuck in a moment/ And you can't get out of it.
Do you know what I absolutely HATE about the upcoming Super Bowl halftime experience? No, it's definitely NOT the musical guests (read: U2 is playing, baby!!!!). No, it's not all the commercials I'll hav to sit through (in general, I love Super Bowl commericals). It's not even announcer John Madden going off on another tangent.
It's Fear Factor's poor, foolish, and downright disgusting attempt to steal some viewers by putting Playboy playmates in skimpy clothing just so they can do dumb things. Now you may recall that I can't stand the show because I think it's just blatant sensationalism and doesn't deserve to be on TV ... not even cable access! And it makes me mad that it gets such good ratings. And using Playboy platmates?!? More sensationalism that just angers me even more.
Sure, I know some guys are going to switch over to NBC and miss out on a great U2 performance, but I won't be one of them. Instead, I'll be singing these words to them: Now you're stuck in a moment/ And you can't get out of it.
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