i started listening to Muse recently. i'm finally starting to understand why Edu always raved about them. they are indeed a very good group.

in approximately 12 hours, i will officially complete my final, college winter quarter. i had two finals yesterday, and i just finished my 1 hour and 15 min. cramming for tomorrow's test. latino psych. is cake. i think i'll go to john's apt. now and watch Dead Presidents if Chinese Sam doesn't mind (that complaining/stressed out bastard).

in other news, Duke lost to LSU and my brother fell terribly ill (prior to the game). i am certain that he is feeling even worse after today's victory, or in his case, today's LOSS! spring break is already starting to smell good.

blogging at school is weird.

i really shouldn't have had any coffee.

Thought of the Day: Monster.
Song of the Day: Muse-Endlessly

Apple's 60-gig iPod 'at risk'

when i hear about crap like this, it reminds me that we live in a ridiculous consumer society. my desire for this toy is almost dead now. even if i saved up enough money to buy the NEW ipod, there's just going to be an even better one that comes out...and an even better one than that one a few months later...and an even better one...

especially with my lifestyle, i'd barely even use an ipod. freak. i HATE Apple.

Thought of the Day: San Francisco Dreamin'
Song of the Day: M-flo & Bennie K-Happy Drive Taste Your Stuff

this youtube stuff is getting pretty popular.



happy 17, sheemones.

Thought of the Day: 4080.
Song of the Day: Seo Taiji & Boys-Nan Ahrayo

i just woke up from a "gawi" or episode of sleep paralysis about an hour ago. i usually experience this about once every few weeks. no crazy hallucinations or anything; just an uncomfortable inability to move 95% of my body. today's was a bit different though. i was sleeping on my chair with my head tilted back. i don't know if this was all real but i "experienced" my right arm being able to move. because i wanted to wake myself up from this spell, i used my right arm to pull my left arm forward so that my torso might move and awaken the rest of my body. i think i succeeded in pushing my upper body forward but it lay paralyzed at 45 degees. my head was still tilted back with my mouth open (my mouth is always open whenever i fall asleep on my chair). now, if this was all real from the getgo, and if someone like my mom or my brother had walked in the room to see my performance, there'd either be much laughing or screaming. too bad nobody was home...but thank goodness i woke up.

i've been taking a Perspectives course for two months now. Perspectives is a 17 week class on missions/evangelism that is offered nationwide annually. i attend the Whittier Class every Thursday night with a few others. i must say that my knowledge and awareness of missions (or lack of) has grown so much lately. it's refreshing to meet with Christians who are not Korean or Presbyterian or even reformed! it's a great reminder that there are all kinds of people that God uses to do His work. well, every week i have a different speaker to listen to and a new chapter to read for homework. i started sharing some encouraging quotes or stories with our Artesia Outreach preparations. but of all the things that i've read or heard about, i am particularly excited to share about the words of David Livingstone:

�For my own part, I have never ceased to rejoice that God has appointed me to such an office. People talk of the sacrifice I have made in spending so much of my life in Africa. Can that be called a sacrifice which is simply paid back as a small part of a great debt owing to our God, which we can never repay? Is that a sacrifice which brings its own blest reward in healthful activity, the consciousness of doing good, peace of mind, and a bright hope of a glorious destiny hereafter? Away with the word in such a view, and which such a thought! It is emphatically no sacrifice. Say rather it is a privilege. Anxiety, sickness, suffering, or danger, now and then, with a foregoing of the common conveniences and charities of this life, may make us pause, and cause the spirit to waver, and the soul to sink, but let this only be for a moment. All these are nothing when compared with the glory which shall hereafter be revealed in and for us. I never made a sacrifice.�

missionaries, pastors, teachers, and every other servant out there-be encouraged just as i am encouraged.

i am now back to tutoring three students.

i am going on the Arizona mission trip this summer.

i am going to take the CSET and GRE in July and August.

Praise the Lord.

if you search for things on Google, use the Google toolbar on my blog. i think i get paid every time people click on the ads too.

Thought of the Day: Pulchritude.
Song of the Day: Foo Fighters-What If I Do

i have 5 hours to write a 10 page paper. well, at least that WAS my goal.





this morning, i got a chance to meet up with Eminem at his house with a bunch of young children. his house wasn't anything extravagant like the houses on MTV Cribs. in fact, the paint was coming off everywhere and it looked like he had been there all his life. anyways, i'm not much of an Eminem fan but i was really excited to see him in person. we went into his room and i looked at some cds he had lying around his dresser.

me: WU-TANG CLAN?! I love Wu-Tang Clan!
Eminem: RZA, man.
me: THE RIZZA!

then he started giving away cds that he had done with Wu-Tang to those dumb kids.

before all of this, i dreamt that EM was having some crazy performance night where the college group got into 4 groups to dance and sing in front of a packed audience inside the sanctuary. the funny thing was that 3 of the groups had all decided to do their own rendition of the Sound of Music's "So Long, Farewell". after the first two groups had gone, the crowds were going crazy. but what really set off the night was when dinko's group (consisting of dinko and all of his high school friends-david, phillip, steve, etc.) did this rock concert version of Crazy Little Thing Called Love. my group, the last ones to go, had no hope. two of the groups had already done our same song and stupid dinko had outperformed all. when we got up there (Terrance and Ken were in my group), we had forgotten all of our moves and i ended up repeating the same moves from Youth Group's Cafe Nite. the audience was unimpressed and disappointed-absolutely no cheering. afterwards, dinko and his friends wanted to celebrate so we all went to some house party. they had run out of something and dinko really wanted me to go to Costco with him. i was already annoyed by him b/c he had done so well with the concert. man, he's never bugged me for so long just to go to stupid Costco.

finally, weyman, two other guys, and i ended up in a Saw-like environment full of dangerous puzzles. the two other guys got separated from us and weyman and i had to play this crazy version of Super Mario World to get past this certain stage. the frustrating thing was that after we had to gone so far and got to a particular stage, the game would start all over! this happened twice. still frustrated, the dream transformed once again, and i was back to dinko bugging me to take him and his friends to Costco.

i've never remembered a dream this long with so many details. i hate dinko.

my brother got his license two days ago. andrew kim gave me his burner yesterday. maybe today, a black 60gb ipod will fall from the sky and into my hands. nope, all i see is a lot of rain.

i now have less than 4 hours to write my paper.

Thought of the Day: Complete.
Song of the Day: The Mamas And The Papas-California Dreamin'

weird ( P ) Pronunciation Key (w�rd)adj. weird�er, weird�est
Of, relating to, or suggestive of the preternatural or supernatural.
Of a strikingly odd or unusual character; strange.

the weirdest thing happened to me. i was driving home on a very rainy day. as i made a turn onto Alondra from Carmenita, i saw a RED FLASH! impossible. there's no reason for those cameras to go off. i made a turn on a green for sure. if that red flash wasn't a camera, then i don't know what it was. how'm i going to explain this to the judge?

the weirdest thing happened to me. i was sitting in lecture, taking my notes...then BAM! in runs Peter the Anteater (our mascot) with a big sign that says "BEAT THE BEACH!" (Long Beach, that is). he ran across the front of the lecture hall and right before he left out the door, he turned to all of us and gave us a JJOT, and ran out the door. the professor was utterly confused. that was pretty funny.

the weirdest thing happened to me. my professor said that in all of the years that she had taught the course, our class had the lowest midterm scores ever. she went on and on about how so many of us did poorly on this and that. with that said, she wanted to announce the top two scores in the class and congratulate them in front of everyone. "Philip...and Dane." i've never felt so many eyeballs glaring at me. that's right...the dumb Asian kid got a higher score than all of the Latinos in the Latino Families class. i felt more embarrassed than anything. even Julie Horner asked me how i had studied for the midterm. pitter patter flitter flatter.

the weirdest thing happened to me. while we were bowling in Riverside, a stranger called out my name so i turned around. "oh ****! it is you!" i couldn't put a name on the face so i just kept staring with my open mouth searching for words. "Allan." !!! taller, contacts, AZN, and S-words. college can transform a high school student for the better...or worse.

the weirdest thing happened to me. as i was driving home last night, i ended up talking on the phone with justin. i left a little after midnight so i was expecting to get home before 1. at 12:37, i realized that i was driving uphill in complete darkness with only trucks on the road. gas light has been on for a while now. what the heck is a Victorville? now leaving San Bernardino?! i had driven pretty far in a very very wrong direction. i got home around 2.

the weirdest thing happened to me. i had purchased an Interview With A Vampire dvd back in early January. several weeks later, i wrote to the seller that i had not received the item. several more weeks later, i wrote again. after even more weeks, i made a file claim through half.com. this morning, i got an email stating...

"I'm so SORRY. I left my husband under the worst of sercomstances. I haven't been online. My life basiclly fell apart. My daughter and I moved in with my mother and I'm just now starting to put my head back together. My ex called me and said your order had been returned. I'm going to pick up my mail today and will double check the address. This isn't like me. I'm not a scaterbrained person, normally. I found out he'd not only cheated for 75% of the time we where together but also has 2 other childern! I'm sorry....I really shouldn't be telling you all of this. I just wanted you to know this wasn't intentional."

geez.

and yet, God is in control over all.

no more weird things please.

Thought of the Day: Driver's test.
Song of the Day: Jason Mraz-I'm Yours