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Thursday, 23 April 2009

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    All I Ever Wanted
    By Kelly Clarkson
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    This entry is definitely against my better judgment but...

    I was roaming around the xanga world a little bit and found this interesting entry. The writing is entirely unrelated to me but I thought you'd (primarily ACFers) be entertained by it. The author was answering questions people posed to him and apparently, one person asked him about the author's relative and his status. I just thought it was funny because this person is so not me. I won't give the link to the entry, though.

    At the risk of major ridicule...

    (Editor's Note: I reproduced this without the author's permission [sorry] though neither he nor I profit from his or my entry)


    "how did phil chan get the name 'The Godfather'? - and how can i reach that status?"

    " ***,
     
    My cousin Phil Chan...is a straight up P.I.M.P.  He doesn't have to say much and the ladies come flocking...***** and ****** were right next to Phil and all I heard him say was 'HUG'.  Instantly, he had 2 beautiful girls in his arms at once.  It was glorious.  That is all the explaining I need to do." 
     
    "Here's an example:  I was once at Club ******* talking to this chick.  Phil was sitting right next to me cuz we were just chilling.  So i'm spittin some game at this chick, about to ask her for her number and Phil, obviously drunk, butts in saying 'HE'S SINGLE! HE'S SINGLE!'  Needless to say, she walked away within 5 seconds of that exchange.  And why was I not pissed?  Because Phil is the Godfather." 
     
    " ***, you cannot reach Phil Chan status.  No one can.  His manhood begins where everyone else's peaks."
     
     
    - Well, there you go. A real "Phil Chan the Ladies' Man" is out there and he's most definitely not here. I'm glad he's living up to the status. Oh and just in case you need a disclaimer again, this entire writing has nothing to do with me. Besides, I would never want to punk another guy by harassing him while he's trying to get a lady's digits (except if it's my lady). I mean, it's hard enough to gather the courage to ask a lady for her number...

Thursday, 04 December 2008

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    If I Were a Boy
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    My Poignant Christmas Reminder and My Trip Back Home

    Around this time of the year (especially how people treat the holidays), I always try to remember this passage by J.I. Packer:

    "We talk glibly of the 'Christmas spirit,' rarely meaning more by this than sentimental jollity on a family basis. But what we have said makes it clear that the phrase should in fact carry a tremendous weight of meaning. It ought to mean the reproducing in human lives of the temper of Him who for our sakes became poor at the first Christmas. And the Christmas spirit itself ought to be the mark of every Christian all the year round.

    It is our shame and disgrace today that so many Christians - I will be more specific: so many of the soundest and most orthodox Christians - go through this world in the spirit of the priest and the Levite in our Lord's parable, seeing human needs all around them, but (after a pious wish, and perhaps a prayer, that God might meet those needs) averting their eyes and passing by on the other side. That is not the Christmas spirit. Nor is it the spirit of those Christians - alas, they are many - whose ambition in life seems limited to building a nice middle-class Christian home, and making nice middle-class Christian friends, and bringing up their children in nice middle-class Christian ways, and who leave the submiddle-class sections of the community, Christian and non-Christian, to get on by themselves.

    The Christmas spirit does not shine out in the Christian snob. For the Christmas spirit is the spirit of those who, like their Master, live their whole lives on the principle of making themselves poor - spending and being spent - to enrich their fellow humans, giving time, trouble, care and concern, to do good to others - and not just their own friends - in whatever way there seems need." ~ "Knowing God"


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    Going to Andrew's wedding was wonderful! Many thanks to all who came!

    Thanksgiving in LA was really good as well. You can look at the pictures in my Facebook for details or get to me for the same...

    The trip back home wasn't exactly smooth. I got up at 4:30 am on Saturday, Pacific time to drive my mom to the airport. She had a 8:30 flight but mine wasn't until 11:45. So I waited around for a few hours around the gate, reading and calling up friends I hadn't chatted in a while.

    The plane didn't leave until over an hour after the 11:45 departure time because the crew came in very late and as we were taxi-ing out of the gate, the tug broke. When I got to St. Louis over an hour later than planned, I missed my connecting flight back to Boston.

    So I was booked on a flight that left an hour later to...Reagan National (over in DC). There, I'd have to stay overnight at a hotel and take the shuttle back Sunday morning. I got to DC sometime after 11 pm, checked into the Doubletree next to the Pentagon after midnight and went to bed around 1 am.

    That entire day, this is what I ate: a blueberry croissant, a little pasta with grilled veggies, crackers with subpar brie, a little snack mix, and finally two cookies from the hotel. I think that was the first time I went through a vegetarian day in quite sometime...

    I got up at 7, got to Reagan sometime after 8 and flew out after 10, as my flight was again delayed. When I got to Logan at noon, I found out that my luggage was STILL in St. Louis and would not come until the evening, at the earliest. I ended up having my bag delivered Monday morning, and since my razor was in there, I hadn't shaved in over a couple of days (so I'm glad none of you saw me).

    Trying to get something positive out of this, I can think of 3 redeeming things about my detour. First, I got to see an amazing view of DC as we were landing. Second, I got to see Reagan National. Finally, I got to try a hotel near the Pentagon in case I ever need to do business there.

    All that aside, I think I'm gonna write a complaint to American. Gotta love flying...

Wednesday, 22 October 2008

  • About Gentleness

    At one of the last small group meetings my sophomore year in college, my small group leader commented that I was "gentle". In my mind, I was like, "Huh??" I didn't know how to react to that "compliment" and that surprised me, given how my persona was at that time.

    I'm not sure if I've been gentle in different aspects of life. I think it's been a mixed bag, and it depends on what I do. Gentleness wasn't exactly something my training prosecutor preached about when I worked at the DA's office. I'm tempted to make Soulfood another Hell's Kitchen.


    I've been kinda MIA at Highrock the past month, simply because I'm been out-of-town quite a bit. So I've missed a couple in the "Fruit of the Spirit" series. But I'm glad I made it to last week's.

    One of the small points I gathered from the message was that we have certain reactions to disprove that we can be walked over upon or taken advantage of. I guess more specifically, we tend to act harsh (in lieu of being gentle) when we've been taken advantage of or simply just been let down. Maybe you feel that your friend/acquaintance is definitely not carrying his/her weight with you. Maybe you've been hurt by a friend and feel that reacting in a tough way will deter the person from doing it again...or makes them feel "your pain". Reciprocity?

    The past few years, I've been much less inclined to extend grace and be gentle towards hurtful friends. The evidence is pretty tangible: my s-list has grown by leaps and bounds and I'm a little more reluctant to serve because of past hurts (and being harsh isn't an option, so you just avoid everything in the first place).

    I guess I've come out a changed man...and not necessarily for the better.

Monday, 18 August 2008

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    Bleeding Love
    By Leona Lewis
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    Prelude to a return?

    All righty, I'm back in the Xanga world...kinda, sorta.

    I taught at Highrock's Summer Camp (aka VBS) a couple of weeks ago and it was a bit nostalgic. I've helped/taught at countless ones before but it was my first time back in 8 or so years. It was good helping out little kids again. My group was outstanding - one of the best I've seen. Some of them opened up a little more easily than others. I could tell they got really comfortable when they started asking personal questions, like if I had a girlfriend.

    The two boys I had were good, and the three girls were all-stars. Some of the helpers thought I had the cutest/most adorable girl in my group. Maybe that's why I was assigned to her: be a bodyguard or something.

    Anyway, here are some pictures from the week. It'll be the first and last time you'll ever see me in pink. In fact, I gave the shirt away to one of the moms that wanted it. 

Friday, 20 June 2008

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    The Appeal
    By John Grisham
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    Two dorky Trust & Estates tidbits

    My Trust & Estates class was a rather dull class. Although I did not hate the subject nor did I hate professor, she was pretty disappointing in this class. The prof. would just drone on and on about boring stuff. However, every time she would say the word "executor", I would start to daydream and remember my past. The past when I had a more carefree existance as a frosh in college. The past when I would have a Starcraft session with my D'Lion (kind of a 2nd-in-command to a RA, if you will) on a Saturday night while eating bad Chinese take-out. (Kids, this was a time before Chopsticks...before #44 for you #44 addicts)

    I don't think I can relive those days anymore, even though the sequel to the game is coming out...eventually.

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    It was Christmas morning, and I was watching a bit of television before preparing to make Christmas dinner. And I saw this Red Bull commercial I had previously not seen. After seeing the commercial, the only thought aloud I had consisted of two words:

    Elective Share!