Monday, June 30, 2003

On the walk home from the parking lot -
"Hey man. You Chinese? Hehe. Can you give me 50 cents? Hehe."
First you make fun of me, then you ask me for money? Were you raised by retarded monkeys, kid?

Speaking of kids, if I ever have any, they ain't gonna learn piano. That thing weighs a motherfreaking ton. We all got hernias.

McG needs to go back to directing music videos. He seems to like Prodigy, he should direct one for them. This guy better not direct Superman like I've been hearing.

Life is beautiful. Right?

RIGHT?!
"The Boney King of Nowhere"

in pitch dark
I go walking in
your landscape
broken branches
trip me as I speak
just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there

there's always a siren
singing you to shipwreck
steer away from these rocks
we'd be a walking disaster
just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there

there there

why so green and lonely
lonely
and lonely
heaven sent you to me
to me
to me

we are accidents
waiting
waiting to happen
we are accidents
waiting
waiting to happen

Sunday, June 29, 2003

Blogger got screwed up. I posted, but the server was down or something. I ain't typing all that up again.

I just leave you with this:
Rachel Leigh Cook is pretty in She's All That.

Thursday, June 26, 2003

Calvin: Let's try this path over here!
Hobbes: I don't see a path.
Calvin: We'll make a path!

I went to the beach with Dirty Di.* She frolicked in the sand while I just sat and watched. Good times.

I got my Amelie fix. I like that movie more after seeing it again. It's pretty brilliant.

I hung out with Amy and Grace, and watched Bruce Almighty. (again) Now that Amy's seen it, she has teamed up with Grace and they're adding it to the ever-growing list of movies that are about Daniel Cho.**

Steve got cut pretty bad after he tried to "break in" to our apartment through the window -- he forgot his keys inside. I couldn't help him 'cause I was 20 miles away. Poor guy. Hope he's okay.



* (c) 2003 Daniel Cho.
** Two, now three movies on the list. You know what they are.

Tuesday, June 24, 2003

Well Best Buy didn't call. Of course they didn't. Like I actually expect something decent to happen in my life.

The day wasn't a total bust though:

- had steak and eggs for lunch, courtesy of Paul.
- got to see "French Fry and Fish Fillet" in doll form. Good work, Di.
- had instrument practice with Adrian, Dooj, and Doos. My parts are so easy. I hope people don't figure out that I'm basically playing three notes, over and over.

I suddenly got an urge to see Amelie.

"Urge to kill... rising."
I woke up 'cause it's too damn hot in here.

Must. Go. Back. To. Bed.

Monday, June 23, 2003

We practiced for the youth group retreat today. It was hella long. It started out pretty rough -- they're doing construction stuff on the whole building, including the main sanctuary, so it was really messy and chaotic in there. Plus it reeked of paint. Paint reekage = headaches = fun times. Everybody was pretty much out of it, so we just spontaneously stopped the practice and prayed for each other for like an hour. After that, it was all good. I'm glad Doosuan joined the team; it's nice to have another electric guitar. I couldn't do all the crazy solos by myself.

Kim MSN is letting me use his Accord for this week. I don't know how to react when people help me out like this. I'm not used to it -- it's foreign to me. I know I'm supposed to say "thank you," but even that takes effort. Why am I this way?

Why.
Why.
Why.

Why...

My posts have been pretty short lately. Di'ja notice?
I was skating home (from my car) through my neighborhood around 9 o'clock when this little hispanic girl looks at me from her front lawn and says, "Hi." I said "hey" back, and she said "hi" again as I went past her. Cute.

Trailer for JU-ON 2. That clicking burp noise is hella creepy. And cool.

Saturday, June 21, 2003

This part between my right eye and my nose, it keeps twitching. Does this mean I'm stressed? I thought it was cool at first, but now... wait, I still think it's cool.

Friday, June 20, 2003

Got my car back.

The talent show went pretty well. Paul and Heidi's act was the best. Paul is the funniest guy in the friggin' world. And if you didn't come, you missed out on Adrian's crazy U2 performance.

I'm so stressed that I can barely move. It's taking too much energy for me to type this, so I'm gonna end here.

Thursday, June 19, 2003

Life is beautiful.
Life is beautiful.
Life is beautiful.
Life is bea...

na na na na na na na
please don't tell me everything is wonderful now

na na na na na na na
I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now

- Everclear

Tuesday, June 17, 2003

Sunday was Father's Day.

Amy commented that I looked like my dad when she was looking through my pictures [on Sunday]. (I disagree -- I think I look more like my mom.)

I saw Finding Nemo today, which is basically a father-son story.

What does this all mean? I dunno. Is He trying to tell me something? I dunno.

Couple of weeks ago, Kim MSN said in his sermon that self-esteem is mostly influenced by your parents. Most Asian fathers are not affectionate, and come off cold and distant to their kids. This ultimately results in [Asian] kids that are intelligent and overachieving, yet suffering with low self-esteem. If what Kim MSN said is true, that means my dad has shaped me into who I am. Whether I like it or not.

"What is your major malfunction, numbnuts? Didn't Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a child?"
No, sir. I guess they didn't, sir.

"I feel bigger." - The Beast, currently taking Creatine


I started off the day by going to Kim MSN's place for lunch; they threw a little get-together for all the college graduates. Sadly, there was no carne this time. Dooj and I had to leave early to prepare for the retreat praise practice.

The practice went okay. I was again reminded how bad I suck on the guitar. I am the sUx. We watched a video on leading worship, which was pretty helpful. And we tried something new -- we spent the whole time just doing one song -- just analyzing what's going on each part, working on each transistion, figuring out what's needed and what's not, stuff like that. It's not something that we've really tried before, so we're not really good at it, but I think in the long run it'll help us a lot. It was definitely a challenge for me.

I love riding my skateboard late at night. If I didn't live in this ghetto neighborhood, I would stay out longer than five minutes.

Sunday, June 15, 2003

Another Weekend Roundup


Thursday Night/Friday Morning
The craj happened. It's just... wow.

Yeah. It's kinda like that.

The rest of Friday
Didn't sleep at all. Went to Parks' 8th grade graduation, which was at 9 in the freakin' morning. Why so damn early? They gotta make those kids suffer one last time? And their parents and family along with them? It was pretty long, and boring. We took pictures and stuff afterwards. I fell asleep in the car on the way back to church. I helped Denise shop for the Sea World trip and also for Amy's birthday gift. Went home around 2 pm and conked out on my bed.

I woke up at 6:30. Headed back to church. Went to Youth Group praise, then to the family meeting at A&J's. Both pretty dry. We had a lock-in for the jr high kids that were going to Sea World the next day. I wrote a new song (with Paul's help): "Jesus, tu eres mi amigo." It has just one part: "Jesus, tu eres mi amigo." I'm going national, kids.

Saturday
We woke up around 7 and headed to Sea World. They actually have rides there now. Crazy. The dolphin show was cool. ("Wow! Look at those! Dolphins!") The haunted lighthouse show in 3D was friggin' gay. The only notable thing about that was it had that girl from The Ring. Yup, Samara. The Shamu show was kinda disappointing. They're not as mobile as the dolphins, so they weren't as impressive. And that can't be the
same Shamu I saw in 8th grade. I'm sure they replace him/her every year or so. Wild Arctic (the helicopter ride) was awesome. What kind of amazing helicoper goes under water?

Those jr high kids laugh at everything I say. Kids are so easy.

We celebrated Amy's birthday at this Peruvian restaurant in Anaheim. I felt like I was out of my element since it was the first time meeting some of her friends, and I was the second youngest there. But it wasn't too bad. And the food was pretty good. Amazing.

I'm glad she liked my gift. I thought it would disappoint.

Wednesday, June 11, 2003

SPAM this.


What the hell is wrong with you Internet spammers? Stop sending me emails telling me I need viagra!

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

New Noise


when the day is over
and the doors are locked on us
'cause money buys the access
and we can't pay the cost
how can we expect anyone to listen
if we are using the same old voice
we need new noise
new art for real people

we dance to all the wrong songs
we enjoy all the wrong moves
we dance to all the wrong songs
we're not leading
we dance to all the wrong songs
we enjoy all the wrong moves
we dance to all the wrong songs
we're not leading

the new beat
the new beat
the new beat
the new beat...


This is it. It all starts now. The movement. The revolution.

Get ready for a kick in the crotch.

Don't look at me like that.


You haven't lived 'till you skateboard through Buena Park (or any other city for that matter) at 1:30 in the morning.

No cars. No people.

Just you, and the lights. The little sprinkles of rain (if you are lucky enough) should heighten the experience.

Just don't come crying to me if you get mugged (or worse).

Monday, June 09, 2003

Creeper Face


It was a long weekend -- don't know why really, just feels like it.

Friday
I led praise for EM with Adrian. We didn't really get to practice that much, and we didn't even have the songs in any particular order. I didn't really hear anyone singing (and Adrian later confirmed that he didn't hear anyone either) so I assumed it was a disaster. But later that night we had a few people come and tell us that it was an awesome time of worship. Uhh...

Had a blast trying to conjure up my old spanish vocabulary to talk to Guadalupe, our friendly latino buddy with Alzheimer's disease.

Possible future as an actor? Denise and Janet seem to think so. Well if they ever make Better Luck Tomorrow 2, I might have a chance.

We played basketball at 24 as usual. I got into a little riff raff with Mark, but everything's cool now. I think.

Saturday
I helped out at church with the manufacturing of the "world famous" Mama Mira's salad dressing. I got to play with the glue spray for like 2 hours. Good times. After dinner, we were planning to go watch Finding Nemo, but ended up going to Doojin's house to watch The Animatrix. Dooj and Adrian fell asleep halfway thorugh, then John joined them in Lala-land at the last short film.

Sunday
I woke up at 10:30, and was late for practice with Paul. Good leader, I am. Praise time was alright -- I'm not sure if they liked the new song or not.

We had a meeting for the youth group retreat, which is in August. We talked about possible themes for the retreat, and designated leaders for activities, fundraising, stuff like that. Mark surprisingly asked Adrian to lead praise at the retreat. It's weird, 'cause I know he likes doing it, so why would he give it up? He said he would be too busy preparing activities... I dunno. Anyway, this gives our team an opportunity to lead worship, which is awesome. "God will open doors for us." Indeed.

Today was Steve's birthday, so we had a BBQ at Kim MSN's place. Good times. Happy birthday, Beast.

Sunday, June 08, 2003

Friday, June 06, 2003

"God loves his children, yeah."


Couple of thoughts before I hit the sack of crap I call "bed":

1. I hate idiots.

2. I hate playing basketball with idiots.


And to all, a good grief.

Thursday, June 05, 2003

Sent to Drain


It's too damn dark in here.

I fee like a vampire. No, wait.

I fee like Batman. Yeah.

"You're pretty good for a clown that thinks he's Batman."
"I am Batman!"

Badass line, from a badass cartoon.

I am Batman, ya fuggin hobo!

Tuesday, June 03, 2003

"Can you hear me now?"




I'm putting this up for Gracie, Big Bad Brad's #1 fan. It's from the set of his new movie, Troy. Doncha just love the way he's standing? Maybe it's one of those homoerotic movies.

"We're nothing special."


"The only thing special about us is that we're from Australia."

Hillsong United was awesome. They had a special "worship concert" tonight in L.A., right next to the infamous Echo Park. They rocked the place down, with everyone jumping and hollering like it was a rock concert. I could truly feel God's presence at that place, and at the end of worship Adrian, Dooj, and I re-committed ourselves to Him through prayer. I wish it could be like that at our church every Sunday. Who knows -- maybe it'll happen someday.

We had a crazy talk after the event. If this is really God's will and things go as "planned", then expect huge changes in the future. That's all I can say for now.

Monday, June 02, 2003

"I'll be here 'till the trip to Hawaii, then I'm gone."


So recently I've been joking to people about quitting praise. I like how Denise gets all paranoid and tells me I can't leave. The truth is, I feel highly inadequate. I don't put it up as priority as I should. I need someone else to step up and take the position because I'm a horrible praise leader. Paul Oh is the "next in-line" so to speak, and he has improved quite a bit since we've started practicing together a few months ago. I know I can't leave until he's ready, so I'll be there 'till the time comes.

I can't believe Grace isn't sick of my photo album. She looked through it again for the 79056628th time last night. And she squealed at each picture like she's seeing it for the very first time. What is wrong with these people?!

"It's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything."


Things are tough.

Last week, I went on a job search with no results to show for it; none of the places I've applied to have called me back. There's still a couple of places that I haven't tried yet, like Fry's, which is hiring according to Adrian. I need to get a job ASAP. I'm flat broke, and I need to take care of other expenses that have piled up recently. Which leads me to...

My car has been giving me more trouble than it's worth. I still have about 5-6 payments left, so I still won't technically own the thing until around October. I got a huge $700 ticket about a month ago because of my expired registration and driving without insurance. And last Friday the car was towed right in front of our apartment for the same exact reason -- apparently you're not allowed to park on public streets with an expired registration. That cost me almost $200. And all this started because I forgot to notify the DMV of my new address when I moved last Summer, and I was too damn lazy to renew the registration myself. Now that simple mistake (and laziness) is going to cost me a grand. Oh and I haven't even mentioned the failed smog test, which is caused by something with the car that usually costs around $300 to fix.

Money is my worst enemy.

I asked Paul Oh to lead praise for jr high today because these thoughts have been pervading my head -- I would stay up till 5 am thinking and worrying -- and I couldn't get myself to put the guitar on my lap and sing a song thanking the Lord for "all the blessings". But hanging out with my buddies and having their support (huge thanks to Dooj -- it wouldn't haven been possible to get my car back without his help), meeting with the Broken Movement team, and going to church and being around church people, jr high kids, teachers, and pastors -- these things reminded me that God is still with me, that he's putting me through this (probably to teach me not to be so friggin' lazy), and he's behind me through thick and thin. These reminders led me to pray, and praise.

Broken Movement is starting up practices again soon, which is exciting. We'll be leading more praise rallies and other events, hopefully really soon. We had our first fundraiser today; we're raising money to get our own P.A. and other equipment. You do want us to sound good, right?

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