First night of wedding counseling on Tuesday and already Alan is giving us an assignment. List 15-20 reasons why you want to marry the other person. Like all people in the Internet Era, I jumped right onto google to and typed in "Reasons to get married." All the hits that came back were "Reasons NOT to get married." Ironic huh?? Must be a sign...HAHAHAHHAHAHA
I hate Februarys. It's only 2 days shorter than the rest of the months, but it completely threw my bill-paying cycle off. I was late on rent, for the first time in over 3 years. I didn't even ask my property manager to excuse me. I just paid the penalty fee. Sigh.....older I get, the more absent-minded I get. Feel so occupied right now that it's suffocating. But if you ask me why I'm busy...I can only come up with, "y'know...the usual." Maybe I'm not really truly busy...I just like to occupy my time so I don't have free time to clean the house.
Weather was super duper nice this weekend....I sooooooooo wanted to go play golf. But I have just too much work to do...had to bypass the sun.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Tears of Joy? Sadness? Fear? Loneliness? Longing?
I tried to keep it in, but the harder I tried, the faster tears rolled down my face. The more I tried to hide it, the weaker I became.
Everytime our worship team sings that song, my manliness, my machismo, my testosterone all seem to fade away. The entire song, I was only able to utter the first few words of the first verse. I couldn't bring myself to sing the refrain...my voice was trembling too hard. The refrain must've struck a nerve inside me. This nerve that I protect with a false outer shell - pretending to be strong and indestructible. But the wall came tumbling down today when we cried, "I WANT TO SEE YOU! LIKE A CHILD LONGING FOR HIS FATHER!!" It also didn't help that the worship team kept and repeating and repeating the chorus.
Men love to hide their feelings cuz "feelings" is a sign of weakness and vulnerability. It's not so much we love it, but we're forced into it by the taboo of society. Women often complain that they're not treated with equality, that the world is against them and they're second class citizens. How little do they know what men have to go through day in and day out. At least women are able to voice their pains and sorrows. Men? We must hold up a front and pretend everything is fine. We must fortify ourselves and let people know everythign is under control. In combat, even if the battle is lost, the losing general can show no fear in front of his troops. The general knows that all his soldiers are depending on his leadership and guidance. If the general gives up, then the whole army has gives up.
I'll be first to admit that I put up this front all the time. If Joycie and I are vacationing somewhere, and we're lost, I'll keep my cool. Even if I'm scared stiff inside, I act as if I know exactly where we are and I pretend everything will be just fine. Women don't have to do that. If they panic and complain, then that's just women being women. If they're cool and try to compromise the situation, then they're heros and are taking charge. Either way, they win. For men? We only have one way to go.
Who are we trying to show off to? Why can't we admit that we're all weak inside? And the only fortification comes with our Father? If we put our trust in Him, then He'll grant us strength and bless us with real courage; not some false front we conjure up.
This morning, I shouted out for help. I longed for His presence. I submitted to Him. In doing so, I crumbled. But in crumbling, He rebuilt me - only now I'm stronger and better than before. Still got ways to go.....
Everytime our worship team sings that song, my manliness, my machismo, my testosterone all seem to fade away. The entire song, I was only able to utter the first few words of the first verse. I couldn't bring myself to sing the refrain...my voice was trembling too hard. The refrain must've struck a nerve inside me. This nerve that I protect with a false outer shell - pretending to be strong and indestructible. But the wall came tumbling down today when we cried, "I WANT TO SEE YOU! LIKE A CHILD LONGING FOR HIS FATHER!!" It also didn't help that the worship team kept and repeating and repeating the chorus.
Men love to hide their feelings cuz "feelings" is a sign of weakness and vulnerability. It's not so much we love it, but we're forced into it by the taboo of society. Women often complain that they're not treated with equality, that the world is against them and they're second class citizens. How little do they know what men have to go through day in and day out. At least women are able to voice their pains and sorrows. Men? We must hold up a front and pretend everything is fine. We must fortify ourselves and let people know everythign is under control. In combat, even if the battle is lost, the losing general can show no fear in front of his troops. The general knows that all his soldiers are depending on his leadership and guidance. If the general gives up, then the whole army has gives up.
I'll be first to admit that I put up this front all the time. If Joycie and I are vacationing somewhere, and we're lost, I'll keep my cool. Even if I'm scared stiff inside, I act as if I know exactly where we are and I pretend everything will be just fine. Women don't have to do that. If they panic and complain, then that's just women being women. If they're cool and try to compromise the situation, then they're heros and are taking charge. Either way, they win. For men? We only have one way to go.
Who are we trying to show off to? Why can't we admit that we're all weak inside? And the only fortification comes with our Father? If we put our trust in Him, then He'll grant us strength and bless us with real courage; not some false front we conjure up.
This morning, I shouted out for help. I longed for His presence. I submitted to Him. In doing so, I crumbled. But in crumbling, He rebuilt me - only now I'm stronger and better than before. Still got ways to go.....
Friday, March 04, 2005
Son of a gun...
Borrowed from Karen... I always had a feeling I'm borderline Metrosexual. But the results are rather disturbing...
Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male |
Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve |
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
...blah blah blah
You fight and fight. You gnaw and you bite. But in the end, I caught the mercurial cold. During the entire winter I was extra extra careful. Everytime I felt even a twinge of a cold I'll chug a gallon of orange juice. I'll even succumb to using Bath and Body works' hand sanitizer despite the unbearable scents. As the saying goes, "You can guard all day and all night. But it's your family member you can't guard against." The culprit responsible for the heinous act of spreading their disease on to me is my beloved Joyce. Her along with Andrew and PeterNorman. I was surrounded at lunch that day, sitting in the way of the wind. Every time the restaurant's door opened, their germs would bombard me like the Germans bombarded France. Trying to suppress this cold to a mere cough...but the battle is not swinging my way. Even resorted to good ol' Chinese Herbal Medicine. Probably need another dose or two, or three.
Did my Academic Projection for Masters Program. If I'm lucky and get all my classes, coupled with work being as laid back as it has the past year, on top of me finding the studiousness to take on what I ought to take on, I can get out by end of 2007. Oh Mylanta!! That's another 2.5-3 years at full load. Only saving grace in being a student is I can tell people I'm still in college - it makes me feel young. *wink* Plus I can use my Student Discount without feeling guilty. HA!
Went to the dentist for the first time in 2 years. Have over $700 worth of dental work coming up...boohoo.....=( $700 can get me a new clutch! $700 can get me back to HK! Chumps like me really oughta do my research. Who's to say this dental office isn't scewin' me over? After my little exam, this gorgeous lady comes over with a very warm smile to go over my costs. They show you two columns of numbers - What it'll cost you without insurance and What it'll cost you with insurance. Who's to say they don't jack up their prices? I didn't do any comparison shopping. Besides that, I want to see what the costs are if I have Delta as opposed to Cigna. Blah blah blah....I'm too lazy to actually do my research, but not too lazy to complain.
Headin' over to the Laser Eye Center today to get my LASIK evaluation. I wonder if I even qualify for LASIK with my heavy astigmatism. And what kind of dent will it do my wallet? Been a prisoner of my glasses since I was 6. Theory has it I may have needed it before that....my parents were just ignorant. But for the past 20 years I've learned to hate (yes, HATE) having to depend my entire life on two pieces of plastic. During Sunday School, Alan asked us, "What in life can you live without." I told my group, I can't live without my glasses. One time, I woke up and my glasses weren't on my bedstand. I must've knocked it on the floor during the night. But when I woke up, I was soooooooooooooooo lost!! Was on my hands and knees feeling around for my glasses. That feeling of being lost and desperateness was far too overbearing. Course...that wasn't what Alan was expecting, heh...but I could've easily transformed that into an analogy, "Being lost without the Light."
School and work is starting to get overwhelming. So why am I not doing either one, but instead updating my journal? Heh......shame on me.
Did my Academic Projection for Masters Program. If I'm lucky and get all my classes, coupled with work being as laid back as it has the past year, on top of me finding the studiousness to take on what I ought to take on, I can get out by end of 2007. Oh Mylanta!! That's another 2.5-3 years at full load. Only saving grace in being a student is I can tell people I'm still in college - it makes me feel young. *wink* Plus I can use my Student Discount without feeling guilty. HA!
Went to the dentist for the first time in 2 years. Have over $700 worth of dental work coming up...boohoo.....=( $700 can get me a new clutch! $700 can get me back to HK! Chumps like me really oughta do my research. Who's to say this dental office isn't scewin' me over? After my little exam, this gorgeous lady comes over with a very warm smile to go over my costs. They show you two columns of numbers - What it'll cost you without insurance and What it'll cost you with insurance. Who's to say they don't jack up their prices? I didn't do any comparison shopping. Besides that, I want to see what the costs are if I have Delta as opposed to Cigna. Blah blah blah....I'm too lazy to actually do my research, but not too lazy to complain.
Headin' over to the Laser Eye Center today to get my LASIK evaluation. I wonder if I even qualify for LASIK with my heavy astigmatism. And what kind of dent will it do my wallet? Been a prisoner of my glasses since I was 6. Theory has it I may have needed it before that....my parents were just ignorant. But for the past 20 years I've learned to hate (yes, HATE) having to depend my entire life on two pieces of plastic. During Sunday School, Alan asked us, "What in life can you live without." I told my group, I can't live without my glasses. One time, I woke up and my glasses weren't on my bedstand. I must've knocked it on the floor during the night. But when I woke up, I was soooooooooooooooo lost!! Was on my hands and knees feeling around for my glasses. That feeling of being lost and desperateness was far too overbearing. Course...that wasn't what Alan was expecting, heh...but I could've easily transformed that into an analogy, "Being lost without the Light."
School and work is starting to get overwhelming. So why am I not doing either one, but instead updating my journal? Heh......shame on me.
Monday, February 28, 2005
Random thoughts....
Had dinner at Guy's house last night. Quite a meal I must say, four entrees with soup. Real soup, not Chunky's or Campbell. Then we had fruit, ice cream and redbean pie for dessert. Absolutely amazing. Great food, great environment, but most importantly great company. Where you see Guy, you're bound to see Rebecca (more often than not). TallKen was also there, and just like the former two, wherever you see TallKen, SoChi is probably within a 10 foot radius. Not to mention Guy's new family member, Sao Tao. BTW, rumor has it that the main course for Thanksgiving dinner is rabbit meat. Hrm.......curious.
I don't remember the last time a friend invited me to their house for dinner and the dinner wasn't a potluck.
Didn't realize the broad spectrum of age within our fellowship. Now that I think about it.... we cross three generations: Generation X, Generation Y, and that generation raised between Baby Boomers and GenX - who are so often unidentified cuz they just flew underneath the radar. I don't particularly see any pros or cons with this, except when the subject of inter-church dating came up, we had a plethora of gossip coming up. Including even, cross fellowship activities and events involving SFCAC.
One of the cross fellowship events that's coming up is the Singles Retreat in July. Makes me wonder if there's a double meaning behind the "retreat." =) Stuck in Tahoe for three days with a bunch of single girls.... *sigh*...to be a bachelor again.
Another possible event that is less thought provoking is good ol' team competition. Turns out some of the girls in the English Young Adult fellowship are pretty gung-ho when it comes to volleyball. Some of the peeps in Joseph know a thing or two about bunt, set, spike. We'll see where this goes. Maybe we can bring some people from the different fellowships and form a SJCAC team.
Speaking of volleyball, we had the playoffs in our league tonight. We won our first match, beating the #5 seed, but eventually fell victim to the #4 seed, barely. It took 8 weeks for our team to jive...I think if we keep this team going, we can actually be a force to reckon with.
On another note, Ken and Guy were talking about discipleships for our church. I started wondering, that's great!! But who's going to disciple Joycie and me?? We have a couple in mind...but they're super duper busy. On the flip side of the coin...if they discple us well enough, we can possibly inherit some of their work and ease up their bandwidth. HA!! I tried that one time when crashing a class freshman year of college, "Dr. Bailey, your class is already full with 150 people. What's another one or two? With me in your class, I can tutor students on the side and ease up your office hours." It worked....she let me crash. But I never tutored anyone...heh heh heh....
Liar? Nah...I'm just a natural businessman....
I don't remember the last time a friend invited me to their house for dinner and the dinner wasn't a potluck.
Didn't realize the broad spectrum of age within our fellowship. Now that I think about it.... we cross three generations: Generation X, Generation Y, and that generation raised between Baby Boomers and GenX - who are so often unidentified cuz they just flew underneath the radar. I don't particularly see any pros or cons with this, except when the subject of inter-church dating came up, we had a plethora of gossip coming up. Including even, cross fellowship activities and events involving SFCAC.
One of the cross fellowship events that's coming up is the Singles Retreat in July. Makes me wonder if there's a double meaning behind the "retreat." =) Stuck in Tahoe for three days with a bunch of single girls.... *sigh*...to be a bachelor again.
Another possible event that is less thought provoking is good ol' team competition. Turns out some of the girls in the English Young Adult fellowship are pretty gung-ho when it comes to volleyball. Some of the peeps in Joseph know a thing or two about bunt, set, spike. We'll see where this goes. Maybe we can bring some people from the different fellowships and form a SJCAC team.
Speaking of volleyball, we had the playoffs in our league tonight. We won our first match, beating the #5 seed, but eventually fell victim to the #4 seed, barely. It took 8 weeks for our team to jive...I think if we keep this team going, we can actually be a force to reckon with.
On another note, Ken and Guy were talking about discipleships for our church. I started wondering, that's great!! But who's going to disciple Joycie and me?? We have a couple in mind...but they're super duper busy. On the flip side of the coin...if they discple us well enough, we can possibly inherit some of their work and ease up their bandwidth. HA!! I tried that one time when crashing a class freshman year of college, "Dr. Bailey, your class is already full with 150 people. What's another one or two? With me in your class, I can tutor students on the side and ease up your office hours." It worked....she let me crash. But I never tutored anyone...heh heh heh....
Liar? Nah...I'm just a natural businessman....
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Where a kid can be a kid....
TV commericials are great. You see kids playing with two or three GI-Joes, but it'll be the most fun you've seen anyone have! You buy the same toy, open it, and realize, darn...this is stupid. You don't get all the cool mountains and background that was on TV. Or a stinken Hot Wheel race track. The dinky little car goes round and round. That'st dumb!! Why are the two white boys on TV having the time of their lives?? I'm sure everyone's fallen for that trap...and eventually learn their lesson.
Not the case with one particular commericial - Chuck E. Cheese. Oh no. There aren't any sceneries to enhance the fun. The pizza that rolls across your screen is the juiciest pie you've ever laid eyes on. The Chuck E. Cheese mouse DOES exist and is your best friend. The plastic ball pool is the size of Arkansas and it's bottomless. But with my upbringing, I had to settle for the fact that places like is for rich families only. I do not deserve to play in places like that...the world was created with a hierarchical structure and I wasn't anywhere close to the top. I wouldnt' even know how to ask mom and dad to take me there...cuz there's absolutely no justification to go to a place like that, when we can do the same things at a public park.
This Sunday, Joycie and I took Francisco and Issac to a local Chuck E. Cheese. For $35, we had a large pizza, four sodas and over 60 tokens ~ with some coupons I found online. The kids standing by the token dispenser were looking in awe as the coins kept dropping like it would at vegas when you hit jackpot. I literally had my entire coat pocket full of coins - felt evil...that I was spoiling the kids. They oughta learn the value of a dollar..that it takes a lot of hard work to enjoy themselves. Anyways...so we sat down, I passed out some of the tokens and they were gone within a second. 10 minutes later, they came back and started hanging out with me and Joyce. Now why would they choose to hangout with us?? Oh...I get it...they needed a refill. =)
Joyce and I couldn't fight off the wave and wave of kids running around. They'd run into you, cut in front of you, steal your Skeeballs. I guess when you're small, you keep your eyes focused on the big shiney lights...and disregard everyone else around you. Best part of Chuck E Cheese wasn't the arcards, nor the food...but seeing the kids squirming their ways around each and every corner in that Jumbo Maze thingy that I can longer fit into. =(
We were there for about 2 hours and amazingly, the tokens lasted us for the entire time. We ran out of things to do and just played games that won us tickets. The prizes they had available were the absolutely ugliest POS in the whole wide world. How anyone can afford to win those prizes is beyond me.
If someone were to ask me what I think heaven is like... Chuck E Cheese would be a valid valid answer.
Another dream down....another million to go.
Not the case with one particular commericial - Chuck E. Cheese. Oh no. There aren't any sceneries to enhance the fun. The pizza that rolls across your screen is the juiciest pie you've ever laid eyes on. The Chuck E. Cheese mouse DOES exist and is your best friend. The plastic ball pool is the size of Arkansas and it's bottomless. But with my upbringing, I had to settle for the fact that places like is for rich families only. I do not deserve to play in places like that...the world was created with a hierarchical structure and I wasn't anywhere close to the top. I wouldnt' even know how to ask mom and dad to take me there...cuz there's absolutely no justification to go to a place like that, when we can do the same things at a public park.
This Sunday, Joycie and I took Francisco and Issac to a local Chuck E. Cheese. For $35, we had a large pizza, four sodas and over 60 tokens ~ with some coupons I found online. The kids standing by the token dispenser were looking in awe as the coins kept dropping like it would at vegas when you hit jackpot. I literally had my entire coat pocket full of coins - felt evil...that I was spoiling the kids. They oughta learn the value of a dollar..that it takes a lot of hard work to enjoy themselves. Anyways...so we sat down, I passed out some of the tokens and they were gone within a second. 10 minutes later, they came back and started hanging out with me and Joyce. Now why would they choose to hangout with us?? Oh...I get it...they needed a refill. =)
Joyce and I couldn't fight off the wave and wave of kids running around. They'd run into you, cut in front of you, steal your Skeeballs. I guess when you're small, you keep your eyes focused on the big shiney lights...and disregard everyone else around you. Best part of Chuck E Cheese wasn't the arcards, nor the food...but seeing the kids squirming their ways around each and every corner in that Jumbo Maze thingy that I can longer fit into. =(
We were there for about 2 hours and amazingly, the tokens lasted us for the entire time. We ran out of things to do and just played games that won us tickets. The prizes they had available were the absolutely ugliest POS in the whole wide world. How anyone can afford to win those prizes is beyond me.
If someone were to ask me what I think heaven is like... Chuck E Cheese would be a valid valid answer.
Another dream down....another million to go.
Monday, February 14, 2005
Happy Valentine's Day
Once a year, I along with the other 50% of the human race (rough estimate - nothing scientific like the election polls) would flock to the closest florist, Tiffany's, Victoria Secrets, Sanrio in an attempt to not be typecasted as the modern day "Al Bundy." How much money have I spent on Valentine's Day since the inception of the concept in my adolescent mind?
Not counting the dumb 2x4 Valentine Day cards sold at Walgreens for $2.99 a box, I remember my first Valentine's Day present being around 6th grade. The night before Valentine's Day, I went to Walgreens (hrm...that worked out well) to buy a $5 chocolate heart. It was a red box, about the size of a binder, with the word "Love" handwritten across it. I was tiptoe-ing all night that night...worrying that mom may discover my miscalculated investment. And to think, I didn't even have the courage to give it to the girl. I made my friend deliver the package for me. Sixth grade...that must've been when I was 12?
Many moons later, when I was a sophomore in high school, a $2 investment was made on a rose sold by one of our school clubs. The recipient, my first high school love. The deliverer, "Secret Admirer." I didn't even have the ballz to let the girl know it was me. I wonder if I should let her know now??
Then there were the next 5 years that I've successfully eliminated from the memory banks, for better or worse. Ah...how I wish I was single...
Just the past 6 years with Joycie can singlehandedly lift our nation out of the red. Give or take a billion here and there. Our first Valentine's Day was the first time I sent a dozen long stemmed fully blossoming roses in a vase. That's when I truly experienced the pain and agony of being a man..aside from having a baseball hit me smack in the balls. The last several years, I've eased up on the flowers and gone with handmade flowers - whether they're ribbon or orgami. This year, I've completely skipped the traditional dozen roses. Am I getting less romantic and more mainstream humdrum...or is it just wise-cash saving?
Come to think of it, I haven't spent a Valentine's Day - single - for the past 10 years. And what have I gotten out of it?? An "EXCELLENT" on my credit score.
What do I have planned for this year? With all that's been going on lately, a night at home with a nice book and a hot cup of tea would be more than I can ever ask....
And may my poetic phrases actually make sense....
Not counting the dumb 2x4 Valentine Day cards sold at Walgreens for $2.99 a box, I remember my first Valentine's Day present being around 6th grade. The night before Valentine's Day, I went to Walgreens (hrm...that worked out well) to buy a $5 chocolate heart. It was a red box, about the size of a binder, with the word "Love" handwritten across it. I was tiptoe-ing all night that night...worrying that mom may discover my miscalculated investment. And to think, I didn't even have the courage to give it to the girl. I made my friend deliver the package for me. Sixth grade...that must've been when I was 12?
Many moons later, when I was a sophomore in high school, a $2 investment was made on a rose sold by one of our school clubs. The recipient, my first high school love. The deliverer, "Secret Admirer." I didn't even have the ballz to let the girl know it was me. I wonder if I should let her know now??
Then there were the next 5 years that I've successfully eliminated from the memory banks, for better or worse. Ah...how I wish I was single...
Just the past 6 years with Joycie can singlehandedly lift our nation out of the red. Give or take a billion here and there. Our first Valentine's Day was the first time I sent a dozen long stemmed fully blossoming roses in a vase. That's when I truly experienced the pain and agony of being a man..aside from having a baseball hit me smack in the balls. The last several years, I've eased up on the flowers and gone with handmade flowers - whether they're ribbon or orgami. This year, I've completely skipped the traditional dozen roses. Am I getting less romantic and more mainstream humdrum...or is it just wise-cash saving?
Come to think of it, I haven't spent a Valentine's Day - single - for the past 10 years. And what have I gotten out of it?? An "EXCELLENT" on my credit score.
What do I have planned for this year? With all that's been going on lately, a night at home with a nice book and a hot cup of tea would be more than I can ever ask....
May the Lord bless all who seeks love, and may love fill the hearts of who have seek the Lord.
And may my poetic phrases actually make sense....
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Chinese New Year's Celebration
Oh Mylanta!! The performance by Carmel Fellowship blew the rest of the competition out of the water!!
It was the most entertaining amateur performance I have ever witnessed. From concept to deliverance is way beyond one's imagination. And here I was thinking Joseph Fellowship's commericials were going to steal the spotlight from everyone. Only to see that Carme's commericials were not only funny and nostaligic, but was technologically sound! The older the ginger, the spicier the ginger.
To extend that saying further...Faith fellowship consisted of a few elderly women. They didn't do anything extravagant like Carmel, anything funny like Bethel, or anything hip like Joseph. They merely stood up there as a group, sang a New Year's Celebration song, and wished everyone a Happy New Year. More is Less. They had the simplest of performances, but won the hearts of everyone by their demonstration of sisterhood and fellowship. We have so much to learn.
It was the first time Joyce and I took part in a Cantonese Congregation celebration since we never go to Prayer Meetings. I was actually amazed to see that our fellowship are the babies of the church. Not counting the real babies. There were but a few teenagers and adolescents. I guess all the "kids" are ABCs and tend to flock towards the youth fellowship - done in English.
A Happy New Year to all...and to all a Happy New Year.
It was the most entertaining amateur performance I have ever witnessed. From concept to deliverance is way beyond one's imagination. And here I was thinking Joseph Fellowship's commericials were going to steal the spotlight from everyone. Only to see that Carme's commericials were not only funny and nostaligic, but was technologically sound! The older the ginger, the spicier the ginger.
To extend that saying further...Faith fellowship consisted of a few elderly women. They didn't do anything extravagant like Carmel, anything funny like Bethel, or anything hip like Joseph. They merely stood up there as a group, sang a New Year's Celebration song, and wished everyone a Happy New Year. More is Less. They had the simplest of performances, but won the hearts of everyone by their demonstration of sisterhood and fellowship. We have so much to learn.
It was the first time Joyce and I took part in a Cantonese Congregation celebration since we never go to Prayer Meetings. I was actually amazed to see that our fellowship are the babies of the church. Not counting the real babies. There were but a few teenagers and adolescents. I guess all the "kids" are ABCs and tend to flock towards the youth fellowship - done in English.
A Happy New Year to all...and to all a Happy New Year.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Black black. 2005 hasn't been going too well. I shouldn't complain...since it can only get better. How? Well....it can't possibly only get worse.
Last week, mom landed in the ER with chest pains. No biggie, but being in that situation and environment simply ruffles my feathers. Hopefully, the cause is something simple like acid reflux and not angina.
Yesterday, while driving back from lunch, my transmission stopped working. I got into the parking lot and the shifter won't go into any gear! Luckily a buddy of mine was walking by and helped me push my car to a parking spot 30 feet away. Leaky clutch fluid? Mangled clutch? Lose linkage? I didn't know how to start fixing this thing....so I started with the simplest. Made a run down to pepboys for a bottle of clutch fluid and filled up the almost empty reservoir. It seemed to have done the job....so I started driving to work. About halfway there, the shifter started crapping out again, my car was stuck in neutral. I was lucky enough to have found an empty garage in the middle of nowhere to pull over. After playing around a little, I found out I can shift to any gear with the car engine off. But once I turn on the car...the shift knob was stuck in no man's land. So that's what I did, I started the car in 2nd gear and drove 5 miles to school, all in 2nd gear. When I got to school, I had to make a 3 point turn in which I turned, killed the engine, put the car in reverse, started the engine, moved, killed the engine, put the car in 2nd, started the engine, moved, killed the engine, put the car in reverse, PARKED.
Why didn't I go home to get the other car? Why did I go directly to school?? So dangerous. So stupid. I guess I was hurrying to get to the lab. Anyways....upon finishing up at school, I decided to drive home on the freeway, figuring if I can stay in one gear, I'll be fine. Be safer to drive on the locally, but more of a booch cuz of the stop lights. Ended up taking the freeway. The drive home was as smooth as rolling a new car off the lot! Amazing!!! See...the cup is half full sometimes.
Joycie had till today to send in an $80 rebate. Of course, she had all of the last two months to do it, but decided yesterday was the best day. She calls me last night and told me she took my last stamp. I vaguely remember I just bought a new book...what was she talking about, last stamp. Upon further investigation (ie digging through my piles and piles of junk mail), I see that she took my Statue of Liberty stamps...the ones they used when stamps went from $0.25 to $0.27!!!! The stamp doesn't have the number written on it cuz it was an intermittent stamp! And she took my last one, the one I kept all these years!!! Not only that....we run the chance of the mail man noticing it and NOT sending not sending in our rebate in time.
Black black.....
Last week, mom landed in the ER with chest pains. No biggie, but being in that situation and environment simply ruffles my feathers. Hopefully, the cause is something simple like acid reflux and not angina.
Yesterday, while driving back from lunch, my transmission stopped working. I got into the parking lot and the shifter won't go into any gear! Luckily a buddy of mine was walking by and helped me push my car to a parking spot 30 feet away. Leaky clutch fluid? Mangled clutch? Lose linkage? I didn't know how to start fixing this thing....so I started with the simplest. Made a run down to pepboys for a bottle of clutch fluid and filled up the almost empty reservoir. It seemed to have done the job....so I started driving to work. About halfway there, the shifter started crapping out again, my car was stuck in neutral. I was lucky enough to have found an empty garage in the middle of nowhere to pull over. After playing around a little, I found out I can shift to any gear with the car engine off. But once I turn on the car...the shift knob was stuck in no man's land. So that's what I did, I started the car in 2nd gear and drove 5 miles to school, all in 2nd gear. When I got to school, I had to make a 3 point turn in which I turned, killed the engine, put the car in reverse, started the engine, moved, killed the engine, put the car in 2nd, started the engine, moved, killed the engine, put the car in reverse, PARKED.
Why didn't I go home to get the other car? Why did I go directly to school?? So dangerous. So stupid. I guess I was hurrying to get to the lab. Anyways....upon finishing up at school, I decided to drive home on the freeway, figuring if I can stay in one gear, I'll be fine. Be safer to drive on the locally, but more of a booch cuz of the stop lights. Ended up taking the freeway. The drive home was as smooth as rolling a new car off the lot! Amazing!!! See...the cup is half full sometimes.
Joycie had till today to send in an $80 rebate. Of course, she had all of the last two months to do it, but decided yesterday was the best day. She calls me last night and told me she took my last stamp. I vaguely remember I just bought a new book...what was she talking about, last stamp. Upon further investigation (ie digging through my piles and piles of junk mail), I see that she took my Statue of Liberty stamps...the ones they used when stamps went from $0.25 to $0.27!!!! The stamp doesn't have the number written on it cuz it was an intermittent stamp! And she took my last one, the one I kept all these years!!! Not only that....we run the chance of the mail man noticing it and NOT sending not sending in our rebate in time.
Black black.....
Sunday, January 23, 2005
帳 幕
詩 篇 15
1耶 和 華 阿 、 誰 能 寄 居 你 的 帳 幕 ． 誰 能 住 在 你 的 聖 山 ．2就 是 行 為 正 直 、 作 事 公 義 、 心 裡 說 實 話 的 人 ． 3他 不 以 舌 頭 讒 謗 人 、 不 惡 待 朋 友 、 也 不 隨 夥 毀 謗 鄰 里 ． 4他 眼 中 藐 視 匪 類 、 卻 尊 重 那 敬 畏 耶 和 華 的 人 ． 他 發 了 誓 、 雖 然 自 己 喫 虧 、 也 不 更 改 ． 5他 不 放 債 取 利 、 不 受 賄 賂 以 害 無 辜 。 行 這 些 事 的 人 、 必 永 不 動 搖 。
Can I do this? Will He invite me into his home? I solemnly believe that I can not fulfill the aforementioned requirements. I need help. And I know, if I ask for help, He will send help. Thank you Abba!!
1耶 和 華 阿 、 誰 能 寄 居 你 的 帳 幕 ． 誰 能 住 在 你 的 聖 山 ．2就 是 行 為 正 直 、 作 事 公 義 、 心 裡 說 實 話 的 人 ． 3他 不 以 舌 頭 讒 謗 人 、 不 惡 待 朋 友 、 也 不 隨 夥 毀 謗 鄰 里 ． 4他 眼 中 藐 視 匪 類 、 卻 尊 重 那 敬 畏 耶 和 華 的 人 ． 他 發 了 誓 、 雖 然 自 己 喫 虧 、 也 不 更 改 ． 5他 不 放 債 取 利 、 不 受 賄 賂 以 害 無 辜 。 行 這 些 事 的 人 、 必 永 不 動 搖 。
Can I do this? Will He invite me into his home? I solemnly believe that I can not fulfill the aforementioned requirements. I need help. And I know, if I ask for help, He will send help. Thank you Abba!!
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Year in Review
It's been 10 days...I started working on this post New Year's day. I really wanted to do a year in review, a countdown of my 2004. But other than December, I didn't remember much from last year. I resort to my handy livejournal only to realize between the months of February to May went post-less. That's three months, a quarter of the year, a significant piece of the pie.
So...2004. What was so special about it?
It was a leap year. Every leap year has been an election year. Every election year coincides with an Olympic year. In the Lunar calendar, it was the year of the monkey. It was "Double-Spring plus Smooth-Month." Mom's Roman Calendar birthday landed on the same day as her Lunar Calendar birthday. In a country that covets primetime soap operas, support bombing of innocent citizens, and promote end-zone celebrations, the "people" decided that values were key in bringing our country back together. Not so much the people, just the Electoral College, who knew one of two words, "Blue" or "Red." Never since 1999, when the Dot-com bubble burst, have the words "You're Fired" been used so often. Donald's Trump two-words rang louder than "How you doin?" and "The tribe has spoken" but had no such luck against, "She Bangs!" And as powerful as William Hung banged, it was Joyce's "Of course!" that gets the gold in 2004.
America saw gold in Greece. China emerged victorious as Liu Xiang hurdled his way into Olympic gold...and hurdled the world into Beijing for the 2008 games. Amid victory and defeat, judging and drugging controversy clouded over Mt. Olympia. Not to be outdone, our very own San Francisco Chronicle released transcripts of Barry Bonds' grand jury testimony.
There I stood, April 12, 2004, opening day at SBC Park, formerly knowns as Pacific Bell Park. Both Houston and San Diego came out saying that Barry will not hit 660 in their parks. Giants down 4-2, bottom of the fifth. 2 on, 2 outs. Bonds walks to the plate. With 45,000+ cheering him on, Matt Kinney lays a fast ball down the middle and within seconds, the baseball is lasered into the stands. Giants take the lead. Bonds takes a trot around the diamond. Willie Mays emerges from the bullpen with the Olympic torch he so solmenly carried 8 years ago for the Atlanta Games and performs the proverbial "passing of the torch" to Barry. That may have been a Monday, it may have been a payday, it may have been tax day. But for me, that will always be 660-Day.
86 years of frustration was lifted up of New England as Doug Mientkiewicz caught the final out of the final game of the 2004 baseball season. The same year the Patriots win their 2nd Superbowl in three years, the Red Sox found a way to reverse the Curse of the Bambino. The rest of world, though, still needs to figure out how to reverse the Curse of Lance Armstrong as he dominated the Tour de France, again.
The year started off with a "BANG!" landing dad in the hospital with his acute heart attack. 2004 ended with a "BANG!" when the Wrath of God attacked the heart of South East Asia, landing more than 150,000 people permanently. Wedding bells rang loud as 4 of my closest friends tied the knot, paving the way for me to become the next Non-bachelor. Google IPO'ed at $180 and is still hovering around $200. The stock market seemed to finally pick its way out of being a bear and as lady luck would have it, Mark was able to earn enough cash to buy his way out of living with me. I lost a roommate, but Joyce and I discovered a new family, a spiritual family that we can call home. Joining my first fellowship and exercising my gift as a peer mentor has led me to believe that I indeed have a purpose in life. Rediscovering this lost facade of me has made me a much better person. I lose my temper less, I'm a lot happier, I'm a lot more virtuous and with Francisco looking up to me, I've made myself a better role model. Originally, I set out to help someone. Turns out he's done for me, much more than I can ever do for myself. Workwise, I've finally got my first promotion and am slowly climbing that ever growing corporate ladder.
Somewhere in between all that, I finally made the committment to spend the rest of my life with Joyce.
Best memory of 2004: June 27, 2004 on top of Cuesta Ridge in San Luis Obispo, I got down on my knee and asked the king of all questions.
Would I expect 2005 to be any better? As Joyce would say...."Of Course...."
So...2004. What was so special about it?
It was a leap year. Every leap year has been an election year. Every election year coincides with an Olympic year. In the Lunar calendar, it was the year of the monkey. It was "Double-Spring plus Smooth-Month." Mom's Roman Calendar birthday landed on the same day as her Lunar Calendar birthday. In a country that covets primetime soap operas, support bombing of innocent citizens, and promote end-zone celebrations, the "people" decided that values were key in bringing our country back together. Not so much the people, just the Electoral College, who knew one of two words, "Blue" or "Red." Never since 1999, when the Dot-com bubble burst, have the words "You're Fired" been used so often. Donald's Trump two-words rang louder than "How you doin?" and "The tribe has spoken" but had no such luck against, "She Bangs!" And as powerful as William Hung banged, it was Joyce's "Of course!" that gets the gold in 2004.
America saw gold in Greece. China emerged victorious as Liu Xiang hurdled his way into Olympic gold...and hurdled the world into Beijing for the 2008 games. Amid victory and defeat, judging and drugging controversy clouded over Mt. Olympia. Not to be outdone, our very own San Francisco Chronicle released transcripts of Barry Bonds' grand jury testimony.
86 years of frustration was lifted up of New England as Doug Mientkiewicz caught the final out of the final game of the 2004 baseball season. The same year the Patriots win their 2nd Superbowl in three years, the Red Sox found a way to reverse the Curse of the Bambino. The rest of world, though, still needs to figure out how to reverse the Curse of Lance Armstrong as he dominated the Tour de France, again.
The year started off with a "BANG!" landing dad in the hospital with his acute heart attack. 2004 ended with a "BANG!" when the Wrath of God attacked the heart of South East Asia, landing more than 150,000 people permanently. Wedding bells rang loud as 4 of my closest friends tied the knot, paving the way for me to become the next Non-bachelor. Google IPO'ed at $180 and is still hovering around $200. The stock market seemed to finally pick its way out of being a bear and as lady luck would have it, Mark was able to earn enough cash to buy his way out of living with me. I lost a roommate, but Joyce and I discovered a new family, a spiritual family that we can call home. Joining my first fellowship and exercising my gift as a peer mentor has led me to believe that I indeed have a purpose in life. Rediscovering this lost facade of me has made me a much better person. I lose my temper less, I'm a lot happier, I'm a lot more virtuous and with Francisco looking up to me, I've made myself a better role model. Originally, I set out to help someone. Turns out he's done for me, much more than I can ever do for myself. Workwise, I've finally got my first promotion and am slowly climbing that ever growing corporate ladder.
Somewhere in between all that, I finally made the committment to spend the rest of my life with Joyce.
Best memory of 2004: June 27, 2004 on top of Cuesta Ridge in San Luis Obispo, I got down on my knee and asked the king of all questions.
Would I expect 2005 to be any better? As Joyce would say...."Of Course...."
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