Hum-drum Mondays...

OK, I just typed up a long entry for my blog and it's mysteriously disappeared. Wack-ness.

Monday is usually "Siobhan day" a day that Shiv and I set aside as a date night every week, since we started dating. It's not that we don't go out on other days of the week, but I thought it'd be good to have one day set aside for us, no matter what. I suppose it sounds odd, eh? The only two people who get to own a day of my week are God and Siobhan... hahaha.

Shiv's feeling really sick today though, so I won't be seeing her. She'd have to make the 40 minute drive down from NorSeattle to here in the southside (Renton) and that's something I don't want her to do while she's not 100%. I wish I could drive up to see her and take care of her, but I'm still car-less. Sucks not being able to drive around.

Anyways, this past weekend was good. We had a leadership retreat at this phatty house by the water for my church's HS fellowship, BASIC. All the counselors and the student leaders came to spend all of Saturday together. It was a good time of talking, sharing, hanging out... and of course, the obligatory Asian-bonding over cooking and eating food together. The funkiest menu item we made was probably cream cheese deepfried in wonton skins. I'm not a big fan of cream cheese, but this sweet and spicy chili dipping sauce we had with it... mmmm, bomb.

Today was also the first day of classes of Autumn quarter at the UW. First time in five years that I haven't been in school on this day. Ah, the joys of post-graduate life.

Yep.
posted by G at 5:17 PM   | (0) comments

What the..
posted by G at 5:07 PM   | (0) comments

Fridays events in 10 words or less:

UT2003 demo at Odegaard, cooked dinner with Shiv at night.

I should be sleeping soon... yep.
posted by G at 1:51 AM   | (0) comments

welcome to the wasteland of myself where I reside/
a heart full of hunger gnaws from the inside/
a longing whose description can only be incessant/
craving not food but vindication of my essence/
like Lifehouse, I'm here "Hanging By A Moment"/
I'm fighting 10 rounds and faithlessness is my opponent/
stuck without a buck, my friends tell me I want a job/
but more than employment, I'm just waiting for God/
though He's close, somehow we've become distant/
am I to search now as a test of personal persistence?/
fatherless since 10, I struggled to never be a quitter/
but without you Lord, like Mara I'll be bitter/
living in a world where men such as I are just fools/
devoid of your grace, I'm raging more than any bull/
grant me perspective, and the means to live simply with/
for my request is to be neither poor nor rich/
this world's corrupted by money and this truth:/
most of the richest, in their pride forget you/
give me just enough, to care for myself and my own/
more than money, give me purpose; glory for your throne/
my earnest desire is to know only where I should go/
cover my weakness, show me where I must grow/
give me your compassion, tell me how to stop the violence/
yet I sit without answers, left to contemplate silence/
but here I wait in expectation, searching my soul/
they say things happen in your time...

...or so I've been told.
posted by G at 4:50 AM   | (0) comments

Some days, I wake up and feel good. Some days, I wake up and care.

Today, I'm just looking for a bowl of cereal.
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(in*som*ni*a)

I've been thinking it's been almost 4 months and my friend still hasn't answered my calls or my June 15th letter. Hrmph.

Hip-hop brain candy of the moment:

Athletic Mic League - "The Declaration" (thanks for the hook-up, Joe.)
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Out and about.

Lots of meetings and eatings today... definitely different from usual sluggard routine, heh. My little sister came home to grab a VCR my uncle sent her and I went out to lunch with her at the U-District Red Robin's . I didn't feel much like a burger, so I had this funky seafood combo of fried fish, shrimp, and clamstrips. It's not often I get to see my sister, so going off of our Starbucks meeting, we just relaxed and shot the breeze... it felt good being able to talk with her, especially about family stuff. I don't think very many people can understand sometimes the weirdness that's in my family, at least in terms of the whole single parent - 2 kids stuff.

After lunch, Ginger dropped me off at the preschool where Shiv works so I could ride with her to the AACF BBQ at Golden Garden's, the only other decent public beach/park here besides Alki. Lots of good food of course, especially these bomb chicken wings that Mel had marinated prior to the BBQ... I ate them, skin and all (sorry Shiv, heh). Most of the usual suspects were in attendance, including a couple of guys I haven't seen in awhile like Jon Gee and JC. It's strange to think that I won't be seeing them that much anymore, since I'm done with school and won't be on the UW campus, but that's coo. The Asian American Christian community here in Seattle is such that I'm sure our paths will cross plenty enough.
posted by G at 11:27 PM   | (0) comments

Swell-age...

My righthand thumb is starting to grow quite large, and no, it's not because I mistook it for a nail. I went to kendo practice tonight and got it busted up during ji geiko (free sparring). While making a strike to my sparring partner with my sword, I absentmindedly relaxed my grip on my right hand. Since I was making a head strike and his body was moving towards me, the sword guard rammed pretty hard into my thumb, while my thumb was still moving with my strike. Ouch.

End result: the nail on my right thumb is cracked down the middle, in a jagged horizontal line. It was bleeding pretty profusely, luckily I borrowed some medical tape from my sensei to wrap it up. Now the blood has soaked through a lot of the tape and I'm sorta scared to peel the tape off, since it's dried. I'm sure when I take it off sometime later, my thumbnail is coming off with it. =P

On a good note I guess, is this injury to my thumb makes it a little bit more difficult to play Warcraft. Perhaps a divinely appointed injury, eh? O_o
posted by G at 11:04 PM   | (0) comments

Film-age...

Today I wrapped up some more filming with Chong and the gang. Simon, rollin' in his newly acquired ghetto Taurus, was kind enough to pick me up for the whole thing. Did I mention the old, power-less steering Taurus has an OK sound system? Linkin Park was blast'n outta the speakers...

Afterwards, we bought two DiGorno's pizzas and kicked it at Shiv's house. Got to watch some TV and see Shiv, so good deal.

Hrmph. That's about it.

I suppose I'll actually go to bed before 4:00 tonight.
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Immobile...

Being stuck is an uncomfortable thing for me... and yet here I am, stuck in every possible dimension a human being could be - physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. As much as my friends note my enjoyment of sedimentary sitting positions (my trademark slouch with hands folded across my belly), I wonder if many people know how much I enjoy being able to freely move about when and where I wish. Being the eldest son in a Chinese family can make you so sick of responsibility and obligation that you yearn at times for unattachment, irresponsibility, and the prodigal life. But that's not who I am. Even knowing who I am, I can't change who I am. Is it strange to wish to be a person who cares less and whose consciousness of what is right were not so strong?

This last Sunday was an interesting example. Unlike last Sunday, myself and my mother failed to get up on time for first service at CBC, so my mom had the novel idea of visiting LightHouse, a young church that meets on the eastside. We arrived in time to hear the last half of the sermon by Wayne Ogimachi, the founding pastor of the church and a fantastic speaker. Anyways, as I sat there in service, I casually glanced around and recognized many faces, many of them ex-CBC people... mostly younger couples and families from the English speaking side. It wasn't a shock to me, having visited LightHouse before, but I think it saddened my mother to see so many familiar faces, people who no longer regularly attend our church.

While I could go on and on about the generational dynamics in an Asian American church, I found myself thinking how I've never really had a desire to leave CBC though it flies in the face of the obvious logic of me attending Lighthouse. There are more people my age at Lighthouse, with the same cultural perspectives. Lighthouse has a permanent pastor, one that I admire greatly and whose sermons have always rung deep chords in my life. Heck, Lighthouse is a lot closer to my house than Chinese Baptist Church!

And yet, I find I am rooted at CBC... a church many of my peers have disparaged as too old, too conventional, too conservative, too lacking in leadership, and worst of all... too Chinese (haha). In fact, the size and the passion of the Chinese-speaking part of congregation of the church easily surpasses now the English-speaking side, the cross-section of the church which I must sorrily count myself.

Perhaps, as strange as it is, it is the Chinese in me that binds me to my church. As Americanized as I am, my mind carries a long memory, a deep obligation, and fondness for my church. People and families I've known all my life are at CBC. Families who've paid for my father's education, my education, and my sister's education... they're at CBC. Men who went hunting and shooting with my father, men who helped my family move into our house, men who carried my father's casket when he died... they're at CBC. Old ladies who still call my mother "Chun Sze-Mou"... they're at CBC. Part of myself is rooted in the very floors and walls of the church, and yet the community that built it and inhabits it is in a part that is too deep for even me to define or know. Is it a misguided sense of honor or duty, that compels me? I'm sure my sister would tell me so. But the echoes of the love of hundreds of people are the gentle whispers that I convict myself with whenever part of me longs to go elsewhere. I have no other home.

So what's the point of all this? Who knows except that perhaps it is too characteristic of other things my life. Good sense, or at least common wisdom, would suggest that things should be different for me. Or that I myself possess the means to make them different. But I don't... so is it a question of "I cannot" or a question of "I will not"? Desiring better means desiring a change of present circumstances, and change rides upon movement... the inevitable walk, run, jump, roll, stumble, or meander from somewhere to somewhere else. Shiv wisely remarked to me that God cannot direct me unless I'm already moving, but the proverbial car of my life lacks gas. Hell, my proverbial car doesn't even have 4 wheels. Circumstances jacked them along with my stereo... I have no more music.

Bastards. No more babbling for tonight.
posted by G at 4:47 AM   | (0) comments

hiding my eyes
my head bowed by silence
as if I could duck

to dodge more blows
callous circumstances strike
can I weather it?

looking deep within
waiting for true redemption
grace for a sinner.
posted by G at 4:40 AM   | (0) comments

Just got back from hanging out with the high schoolers at BASIC.

I'm hoping I can watch the new Miyazaki flick, Spirited Away, with Shiv tomorrow. It's showing at the good 'ol U-District Neptune.
posted by G at 10:38 PM   | (0) comments

Unashamed bum.

It's 4:30pm and I just crawled out of bed right now. Don't ask me why, but lately, my bed has seemed to be an even nicer place than normal to stay. Maybe I just want to lie there and not be awake. Or maybe I'm still trying to have a peaceful night of dreamless sleep, without the visions concocted by a restless mind.

I dreamed of a hospital last night. It smelled like pine and chlorine.
posted by G at 4:37 PM   | (0) comments

God will give me justice...

I just watched the "Count of Monte Cristo" with Shiv... not a bad movie, my favorite parts of course were the sword fighting scenes. I found it interesting how God was mentioned plenty of times in the movie... perhaps an attempt to remain faithful to the original text and the Catholic influences of its writer?

In any case, it was a nice and chill night home with my mom and Siobhan. Dinner was homemade wonton-mein with OJ and some phatty chocolate chip cookies with macademia nuts. Homecooking... mmm....
posted by G at 12:28 AM   | (0) comments

Lou Piniella (manager of our beloved Seattle Mariners) is a man unafraid to vent his frustration and rage. Awesome.



Ah, if only I was less inhibited at times...

In other less amusing news, Washington is now officially the crappiest place in the US to find a job... joy of joys, once again we have surpassed Oregon in something. Back to War-crack, I say...
posted by G at 5:37 PM   | (0) comments

Return of the fanatical asiatic guerilla media assassins...

Though it's early Thursday, Wednesday seemed to pass by extremely quickly. I spent most of the day trying to lend my humble help to my friend Chong putting together another video project for UDub AACF. The idea of this particular project is a music video spoof, borrowing a lot of ideas from Lifehouse's "Breathing", except we're using the song "Waiting" by Jake.

I don't think I liked the song very much when I first heard it, because it sounded waaaaay too pop rock-ish to me, but the song is starting to grow on me (or maybe I'm listening to it too much, hahaha). I think the lyrics are what is getting me to appreciate the song, even if the sound doesn't immediately jive with me.

Of course, on the subject of waiting... another thing close to my heart. It seems lately all I can are the things that have passed over me all my life and gone to others. I've sucked it up as much as anybody, probably even more than your normal person. I think I need to be surrounded by less affluence, so I learn some gratitude for the real things in life... but enduring hardship, whether real or percieved, can be tiring after awhile.

Still waiting...

"Waiting" by Jake

I don't know how to find You
But I need You now
You come and go, it seems
So far away
You hide Your face from me
Where do You go when I am hungry like a child?
For the eyes of a Father smiling down
I want to know You love me...

I am waiting for You
I am waiting here tonight
I am praying for my eyes
to see the light

I don't feel strong enough
To lift my hands to You
But I have tasted Your life
And that's how I know
I am tired of mine
It's only You that I am longing for tonight
I want You to take me from this place
I want You to lift me hands up high

I am waiting for You
I am waiting here tonight
I am falling on my knees
I can't find You

I am ready for You
I am ready for Your touch
I am praying for my eyes
to see the light

(�2000 Wheat Sheaf Music/New Spring Publishing, Inc./ASCAP)

To give the song a listen, grab it here.
posted by G at 1:49 AM   | (0) comments

Of job offers and such...

I just got off the phone talking over a possible job with a friend of the family. The good news: in all likelihood, the job is mine if I want it. The bad news: the job entails a lot of what I hate in a job. The job is working in an accounting department doing accounts payable, hacking out data entry, writing checks, counting cash, and depositing payments to other companies. Oh yeah, and physical inventory counts on weekends during the beginning of the month. Basically, it calls for being detail-oriented, meticulous, the ability to work fast while handling a lot of different tasks, and a large time committment. Bah.

Of course, the question now is more whether or not despite my reservations, this job is the best for me at this time. Beggars can't be choosers, but if I take something I know in advance that I'll hate, doing something I have no fondness for doing simply because I need the money... I wonder if it shows a lack of faith on my part that God will provide a job for me that is right for me. Of course, the opposing argument itself is quite reasonable... on occasion I also believe God calls us to do things for the greater good that we ourselves might find personally distasteful...

Hmmm.
posted by G at 4:49 PM   | (0) comments

Oof... war-crack...

Monday turned out to be a nicer day then I thought it would. Shiv drove down to good 'ol Reeeeenton to visit me, so I cooked her dinner. A friend hooked me up with a garlic chicken recipe, so I made that along with a small side of spaghetti with some spinach & cheese ravioli. Good stuff. In afterthought though, it would have been nice to have some bread too. Gotta remember that next time.

Oh yeah, I've also discovered the joys of a meat mallet. Part of the chicken recipe called for pounding the chicken breasts to 1/2 inch thickness, and I was pleased with the results... tender meat that cooked fast.

Did I mention we watched "Captain Blood"? Major cheesy Errol Flynn movie, but there's something cool about old black & white films...
posted by G at 3:42 AM   | (0) comments

"Terror Scare" medical students...

I'm as patriotic as the next average Joe... but when people's supposed patriotism stinks of prejudice, I'm ashamed to call myself an American.

Remind me not to eat at any diners in North Georgia. My lack of white-ness makes me suspect as a terrorist and enemy of America.
posted by G at 10:44 PM   | (0) comments

The days go by...

Some days are good.

Other days are just dreary.
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from Chewy74 on 12:47 pm on Sep. 14, 2002:
I've wanted to shave my head for the longest time, but (I think I mentioned this during the EC meet) I'm so skinny that people would just think I was sick with a terminal disease...

---

from gaegulboy on 11:25 pm on Sep. 14, 2002:
You could go up to a women at a bar, and be like the doctors don't know how long I have to live,

1) are you the angel that's come to put me out of my misery?
2) and before I die, I wanted to know what it's like to stand next to perfection.

*starts munching on some corn*
Hahaha.

---

from laughingdemon on 11:26 pm on Sep. 14, 2002:

HAHAHAHAHAHA



---

Visit the IIStix Boards for more weirdness.

posted by G at 2:02 AM   | (0) comments

The constant in life...

Well, Chris is off to LA tomorrow. I just got back home from a going-away party at his parents' house, which featured a nice selection of Chris' favorites such as BBQ ribs, salmon, cha-siu, and sorbet. In fact, the only item that I know he didn't like was rice... haha! It feels odd that he's going to be gone in LA, but as hard as it for me to imagine Chris Fong loose in LA by himself (heh), I think it'll be a good experience for him, living out of the house. I mean, even if he doesn't have to pay rent every month (his 'rents graciously hooked him up with a condo), he'll get to experience the agony and joy of taking care one's ownself.

I think everybody ought to live away from home for at least a couple of years. The experience tends to mature most people.

Anyways, it doesn't really feel like Chris is gone yet. More like I'll see him less often, not counting online on WAR-crack, heh.
posted by G at 11:26 PM   | (0) comments

Going away...

Had a surprise going away party for Chris this past Thursday night. We almost got to throw him in the pool... almost.

Maybe more fuzzy navel next time for Fong, heh.
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September 11th...

It's hard to fathom that a whole year ago, life here in America came to standstill because of the terrorist attacks. All of a sudden, the stupid things of our pop culture that people put too much stock into (ex. "Who's Britney dating? What's Puffy Daddy wearing?") were put into perspective.

In honor of all innocents who have died since the event, American, Afghan, or any human for that matter...

In Flander's fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flander's fields.

"In Flander's Fields", by John McCrae

Speaking of war & peace, and yearnings for normalcy...

I had coffee with my sister tonight... something very odd, because my sister and I met to just chat. Anyone who knows my sister and I knows that's an event on parallel status with the sea turning to blood or the moon colliding into the Earth... it just doesn't happen. We're about as different as two people can be.

I'm a guy... she's a girl. (duh)
I'm older... she's younger.
I'm an introvert... she's an extrovert.
I'm scholarly... she's athletic.
I'm easy going and patient... she's high energy and tenacious.

As anyone can guess, our relationship has always been strained... probably on account of our genetic heritage of stubbornness from our parents. And yet, blood is blood and my sister has always been a part of who I am, though perhaps indirectly. It's odd how much one's relationship with one's family, especially their siblings, can affect their relationships with others. My friends Steph and Cora have wisely theorized on occasion that their relationship to me as adopted moi (little sisters) is a part of my own feelings of frustation, hurt and loss in my relationship with my own sister. As i'm sure the theory goes, I spoil and indulge them out of the psychic guilt I bear from mistakes and shortcomings as an older brother, even a father figure in light of the passing and absence of our own father.

Anyways, I think my sister and I are approaching the point in our lives where hopefully, we've matured beyond the fighting of our youth and young adulthood. Perhaps it has been the events of this past year, Sept 11, the many funerals and passings in our own family... it's as if God Himself has quietly been working to change the both of us to the point where we can put aside our differences and love each other as family should. Meeting my sister for coffee and a chat is a step in that direction, because the first step in always loving somebody is to know them and know them truly. We've been strangers of sorts these past 5 or 6 years, and God willing... that'll change.


posted by G at 11:48 PM   | (0) comments

s o r e...

I just got back from kendo practice for the first time in nearly a year and nearly every muscle on my body is sore. I took a hot shower with the "massage" option on the showerhead turned on and it helped a little, but tomorrow morning, after all the adrenaline wears out... oh man. It's going to be hard to get out of bed.

As for the practice itself, it went fine. I'm surprised how much I still know how to do.. I guess muscle memory is still in full effect. My favorite counterattack, debana kote, still has a lot of pop... I still could land it on occasion during sparring (It looks like this... a cut to the wrist) My footwork is pretty sloppy though and I'm pretty out of shape... no stamina, heh.

If only kendo practice came as easily as games of War-crack... hahahaha.
posted by G at 11:03 PM   | (0) comments

2Pac died this morning. I noticed last night something was wrong with him; he was breathing funny and there was these white mucusy stuff around his gills. He also was swimming around at funny angle.

A weird thought:

The death of my goldfish seems to coincide with the death of people in my friends' lives. It seems bizarre but right around the time Pastor Taido's father passed away, my other fishes died, Eazy-E and Freaky Tai. If I was an overtly superstitious person, I'd stop trying to raise fish... =P
posted by G at 4:21 PM   | (0) comments

A prayer for friends.

"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows."

1 Corinthians 1:3-5
posted by G at 1:32 AM   | (0) comments

On the Sunday before the first anniversary of September 11th...

Here's a great article by Alex Tizon, who I had the great privilege of meeting once. He's a Pulitzer Prize-winning writer.
posted by G at 3:36 AM   | (0) comments

Back to where it started...

This Saturday was my first meeting as a counselor at my church's high school fellowship group. Surprisingly, I wasn't very apprehensive about the meeting or even getting to know the kids... instead I found myself reminiscing a bit about my years in BASIC, especially that senior year in high school where God worked some small miracles in my life. I suppose I find my calling to work with the high school kids at my church a bit odd, considering how much I hated high school. I was never popular, never talkative, never overtly athletic, or definitely never beautiful... nope, I was the classic bitter loner, who wrapped up in his own angst and intellectuality, despised most of his peers and life in the fishpond called high school.

It is with some irony that I consider that now, it my role in this ministry to help guide the kids through the minefield of adolescent high school life. God definitely has a sense of humor.

Oh yeah, the freshmen initiation was hilarious. It's too complicated to explain in writing, but suffice to say it involved 5 cardboard boxes, 2 tables, a tablecloth with a strategically cut hole, and my apparently-disembodied head making the most gargoyle-esque face possible.

BOO! >=D
posted by G at 11:55 PM   | (0) comments

of Italian food and improv...

I just got back home from a night out on the town with the "Couples Cult" (as my sister calls it). Josh and Val took Shiv and I to a hole-in-the-wall Italian joint named "Pasta Freska" off of Westlake in Seattle... oh man... some of the best Italian food I've ever had in my life. Dumbed down joints like Cucina Cucina, Old Spaghetti Factory, and Olive Garden are pathetic by comparison. The restaurant itself has a very original concept... no menu! The owner/head cook seats you personally at the table, and then talks to you about your likes, your dislikes, if you're allergic to anything, etc... then he makes up a multiple course dinner for you. Including dessert, the meal was about 5 different courses, and like the restaurant's name implies, they were mostly pasta-based. Some of the more memorable dishes:

-fresh eggplant, sliced and covered with spinach, tomato paste, and mozarella cheese
-seafood fettuccine with pieces of halibut, salmon, and giant shrimp in a creamy sauce with a hint of lemon

So tasty... I treated Shiv to the meal, which cost about $55 including tax and tip. Of course, Siobhan (and the food) are worth every penny, heh. =)

When I am gainfully employed, I'll be sure to come back again to eat some more of the fantastic food.

Afterwards, we caught a show of Jet City Improv... funny stuff. Jokes about hamsters and Shakespeare had me almost ready to roll in the aisles.
posted by G at 1:28 AM   | (0) comments

It's 5:30AM. I am unashamed War-crack fiend, living between mouse clicks. O_o

Did I mention I wearing my flannel PJs and a pimp'n brown velvet bathrobe with fuzzy black slippers? Awwww yeah...
posted by G at 5:41 AM   | (0) comments

War-crack...

Yep, I've been playing a lot of Warcraft3 lately. One might say it's my narcotic of the moment, given the fact that my Mom frowns upon me enjoying spirits at her house even though I am of legal age. But hey... Warcraft is educational! Three things I've learned playing war-crack:

1. Strangers suck as teammates. You think it's hard getting your friends to help you out? Try asking some faceless fool you've never met before to come and bail you out.

2. The pleasure in beating an enemy down increases exponentially with the friends involved. It's a lot of fun to hand out an arse-whoopin' by yourself. It's loads of fun when your teammates join in and you ALL take turns beating 'em down.

3. If you're building a house, it'll all about location. Or in the case of Warcraft3, why build a tower in your own base... when you can build inside your enemy's base? hahahaha.
posted by G at 10:04 PM   | (0) comments

Crime movies... fun.

This upcoming movie, "Knockaround Guys"... looks like good stuff.
posted by G at 12:54 AM   | (0) comments

Click click click...

Well, I've taken advantage of my return to broadband by spending buckets of time playing WC3. So now I find once again stuck in the vicious cycle of competitiveness that all men are cursed with it in some way or another...

Just one more game... I can't believe I lost... I should have expanded earlier... built more melee troops... my last game can't be a loss... gotta play one more...

Hahaha. It's all so insidious...

Speaking of insidious, I also spent some time today browsing the online classifieds for a jobby-job. One particular site of note was one a friend mentioned to me that I'd should check out... to protect innocent, I will not name the site... but supposedly it was a "Christian employment" site where Christians can look up job listings posted by Christian non-profit organizations, businesses, and churches. Sounds good right?

To make a long story short, when I tried to browse the job listings... up pop this window saying I have to subscribe from a set of possible "payment plans" to access the vital information. Now, I'm not against a fellow believer charging greenbacks for a service since they got to eat to, but the cost listed... seemed a bit... well... excessive. Not only that, but specifically, the site offers NO guarantees upon paying the fees, that the listings are 100% accurate and that you'll find a job. What's up with that, huh? It all seemed a bit shady... nothing worst than people claiming to be "Christian" and then trying to rob honest folks like myself. Wackness.

Reminds of this...

Matthew 21:12-13

Cleansing the Temple

And Jesus entered the temple and drove out all those who were buying and selling in the temple, and overturned the tables of the money changers and the seats of those who were selling doves. And He said to them, "It is written, 'MY HOUSE SHALL BE CALLED A HOUSE OF PRAYER'; but you are making it a ROBBERS' DEN."

Hmmm, I got an idea for the next "minority career fair" I go to... haha
posted by G at 1:17 AM   | (0) comments

Hallejuah...

I have broadband again... *sniff*... it's so... beautiful. It was even worth waking up at like 8AM this morning to let Mr. AT&T technician into my house to install the additional cable line.
posted by G at 11:23 AM   | (0) comments

tech support!!!

I finally saw "Vanilla Sky" Sunday night... I rented it with Josh, Val, and Shiv after we got bored playing cutthroat Uno, hahaha. Shiv and I were kindly invited to eat with Josh's family in celebration of Labor Day, so far be it for me to refuse a homecooked barbeque of steak, chicken wings, fish, corn, and homemade apple pie. Yum.

Speaking of eating, did I mention I also went to Vancouver, BC to eat 'all you can eat' sushi at Granville Sushi? Good stuff, especially for the price of about $18 Canadian = $12 US. My only gripes were the lack of two of my favorite kinds of sushi... Unagi (eel) and Tamago (egg). I did eat a ton of Toro (tuna), Sake (salmon), and Hamachi (yellowtail) though...

Anyways, back to "Vanilla Sky"... I liked this movie a lot. And I don't even like Tom Cruise that much as an actor. Easily Tom Cruise's best movie, next to "A Few Good Men". I don't want to give away the plot too much, but if you liked the philosophical questions posed by "Memento" and "The Matrix"... you'll like this movie. Some of the same themes like human reality, truth, happiness, and dreams... it's in "Vanilla Sky".

open your eyes... open your eyes...
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in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
1. The act or an instance of inscribing.
2. Something, such as the wording on a coin, medal, monument, or seal, that is inscribed.
3. A short, signed message in a book or on a photograph given as a gift.
4. The usually informal dedication of an artistic work.
5. Jeremiah 31:33