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| Sunday, March 30, 2003 It may be a little early to say this, but I am going to delcare my favorite song of 2003, and that song is Sixpence None the Richer's version of "Don't Dream It's Over." I downloaded the original version by Crowded House, but I think the Sixpence version is waaaayyy better. So the back seat of my car now has new carpeting. I believe the brand is called "Coney's Carpets" hahahha. Okay, I guess that comment woudn't be funny unless you knew that my dog's name is Coney and he travels in my car every Saturday for dog training. But my goodness, he sheds like there's no tomorrow. Not to mention the slobber he leaves on the window. So it looks like I'll be spending a portion of tomorrow vacuuming and cleaning out my car. But yes, I shall be singing that previous sentence to the tune of "Cleaning out my Closet" hahahahha. Quote of the Day: -On streets next to the beach- Mike: Ocean Drive? Can they BE any more original? Eunice: Well, would you rather have them name it Desert Drive? Thursday, March 27, 2003 It's Mike Uh versus his eternal nemesis, the cold virus, round 70, assuming I've gotten sick three times every year for 23 years, and this is the first time getting sick in 2003. I know I know, the math is flawed because I wasn't born on January 1, but I am the dictator of this website and I could say whatever the heck I want and that will be final. Mu ha ha ha. Even now my white blood cells are battling inside my body against the evil forces of the sore throat symptoms, with the assist of their recent allies, the Menthol Chloraseptic army. But I have a dust bowl rolling around the inside of my throat, and it won't be an easy task to vanquish it. And already the gathering of the stuffy nose and body ache symptoms have been discovered and their plans have been foiled by the great general of the white blood cells' army. Monday, March 24, 2003 ?Today I was looking at some news headlines, and one of them said something like "Gamblers can wager on war." Basically, people can go into certain online casino websites and put wagers on if or when Sadam Hussein will die in this war or not. Hmm.. well for about a minute I thought this was quite humorous, since they're talking about Sadam dying or not dying and whatever, but then I find this to be quite disrespectful and disturbing. They're treating this war as if it's some kind of game, and that's pretty horrendous. Then I started thinking about all the games that are based on past wars. Axis and Allies is a board game that my friends and I played every once in a while, and that game is about world war 2. Would the survivors of that war from both sides be offended at the fact that they've made those horrible experiences of war into a game? I wonder how war survivors feel about Risk? Sunday, March 23, 2003 Well, it looks like pre-season softball has officially started for KRUMC EM today. We just had a small, informal practice, but it was absolutely satisfying. I was really surprised that my defense wasn't as rusty as I thought it would be. Batting, I was super rusty hahaha. Well, but it was especially tough because I was limited to hitting to the left side of the field. But it was so much fun, I'm totally pumped about playing. Thursday, March 20, 2003 "All human wisdom is contained in these two words, 'wait and hope.'" -Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo This quote is one of my main reasons for The Count of Monte Cristo being one of my favorite books of all time. That, amongst several other reasons. That is the last statement that the Count makes before he sails off. But what a way to end a great story, with a great quote. Monday, March 18, 2003 This is an extremely funny document I got off Andrew Yoon's website. I'll be putting it up on the English Major Humor section for easier reference in the future. But man, it would have been sooo much fun if one of my college english classes had this type of assignment... Actually, I wanted to write one of these types of essays with Eunice, but now that I think about it, I'm wondering if it might just end up looking like an imitation of the original. But I guess we'll see. ***** Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus?" Well, here's a prime example offered by an English professor at an American University. "Today we will experiment with a new form of composition called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to reread what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking and anything you wish to say must be written on the paper. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached." The following was actually turned in by two of my English students: Rebecca -last name deleted, and Gary - last name deleted. ------------------------------------------------------------- STORY: (first paragraph by Rebecca) At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The camomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of the question. ------------------------------------------------------ (second paragraph by Gary) Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit. ---------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully. --------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret Mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!" ---------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent. ---------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have camomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F***ING TEA??? Oh no, I'm an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels." ---------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) Asshole. ---------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Bitch. ---------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) Wanker. ---------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Slut. --------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) Get f****d. ---------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Eat s**t. -------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) F*** YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!! ---------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Go drink some tea - whore. ************************************************************* (Teacher) A+ - I really liked this one. Friday, March 14, 2003 Does anyone remember the song "Animal Song" by Savage Garden? A line from that song goes like this: "Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie. Which one is more human, there's a thought, now you decide." I think one word could pretty accurately describe the lines of this song: horrendous. This is a classic example of pop music artists trying to sound "deep" and utterly failing. First of all, animals do not talk, and therefore, they cannot lie, let alone tell the truth, because they don't know the difference between telling the "truth" and "lying." So does that make them teller of "truth" by default? Hmm.. now that I think about it, that does make some kind of sense... Well, the thing is, animals could be natural liars too, right? We'll never know, since they can't speak. For all we know, the language that they use to communicate with each other could be all lies. But by making the comparison with animals and children, the song writer was probably trying to make a reference to the innocent nature of animals, but why ask the question "which one is more human?" I think even the animal will tell you that the human child is more "human" than itself. That is, unless the animal was lying, then it would tell you that the animal is more human than the child. Hmm.. so maybe this song isn't so horrendous after all. It actually questions the natural conscience of animals, whether they are really "innocent" as we percieve them. I've been having an unusual craving for chocolate today. But it seems that the balance of the cosmos weighed heavily towards my favor. I found a couple Sees milk chocolate lying around the kitchen. I hope no one was planning to eat them later... but just in case I'll have to figure out a way to hide the evidence... MU HA HA HA. Tuesday, March 11, 2003 I remember there was a time when my #1 favorite song was "Today was a Good Day" by Ice Cube. Today I didn't have to use my AK. Hahaha. I also remember the time when everyone and their moms owned the Dr. Dre "The Chronic" album. Ain't nothing but a G thang... Hahahahha. I think I'd be a pretty good rapper if I tried. Although I can't come up with stuff on the fly (which would probably come over time and practice), I think I have a better sense of rhythm and "flow" than a lot of the self-proclaimed rappers out there. Anyhow. Rap is "aight" I guess. In my opinion, rap is a separate entity from what I would consider "music." So if I were on an extreme side, I would even dare to say that rap and music should be separate categories. Like, rap is rap, but rap is not music. I have a whole comprehensive theory and reasoning for all that, but I'm too brain dead right now to type it all down. You could debate with it all you want if this is something outrageous to you. I'm sure the argument has its share of holes and whatever, and everything is based on my personal conception of what "music" is and should be. So let's just say all it is, is my own personal opinion, and nothing more. Monday, March 10, 2003 I'm going to take a portion of this entry to pay tribute to my blue Aeropostale winter jacket. Otherwise known as the "buffalo jacket." I've had that jacket since I was a sophomore in high school, and it has served me so faithfully and kept me warm from many, many cold nights. You could literally see the age and battle scars on that jacket. Hmm.. or maybe it just means I need to take it to the dry cleaners haha. But that jacket has been such a good and faithful partner to me. I still remember the days in high school when I wore a long sleeve shirt, a sweater, and that jaket on top of everything. I wonder why I was so vulnerable to cold weather those days. Those were the days when I got sick like every other month too. Perhaps I may write more tonight. But then again, I may not. Just like how it is mostly sunny, or partly cloudy today. Thursday, March 6, 2003 Just a little recap of yesterday.. after tutoring I was driving down Western and I thought I'd stop by Gardena Academy and say hi to the Genesis crew, and they were gracious enough to welcome me and even invite me to dinner. So it was my first time at HQ, and I guess it was pretty cool. I thought it was a little dark but I guess that's how it is with the Korean ah-juh-see restaurants. I dunno, I'm probably just naive like that. Anyhow, spending time with them was a blast, and I always enjoy their company very much. Oh, I have a new temporary favorite music genre: Korean drama sountracks. Although I'm not a fan of Korean dramas themselves, I must admit that the soundtracks give some of the best instrumental tracks out there. I borrowed from my tutor student the soundtrack from "Noon Sah Ram" and it's pretty good. Although I think the story is horrendously unoriginal and typical Korean drama, the soundtrack itself has some cool songs. I think if Mozart lived in this age, he'd be making mucho money in the movie music industry, making background songs and what not. Hmm.. let's see if I could make that previous sentence in alliteration form. Mozart making mucho money, mastering movie music. Hahaha. Wednesday, March 5, 2003 I was talking to my friend about my height, and my driver's license says that I'm 6'0. But I am actually 5'11, but for some reason I registered as 6 feet. The thing is, I don't like that number 6', because to me there's a really big gap in telling someone that you are 5'11, and that you are 6' tall. I thought 5'11 sounded a lot more like... a practical height? I have no idea why. Because I don't really want to be known as like.. super tall or anything, but just regular tall. But the thing is, I slouch like crazy, so if I straightened out fully, I just might actually be 6' tall. But still, I'd rather be 5'11. But it's still a mystery, so she suggested that whenever someone asks me whether I'm 5'11 or 6', I will just answer "yes." I'm not sure if this is something I've heard from another website, but what's up with the weather forecast? Like, it would say on Tuesday "partly cloudy," and on Wednesday it would be "mostly sunny." But you know... IT'S THE EXACT SAME THING!!! Wouldn't the weather be mostly sunny because there aren't a lot of clouds in the sky, or in other words, partly cloudy??? So why don't they just say on slightyly rainy days, something like "Tuesday will have scattered showers, and Wednesday will have little bits of rain." It's the exact same thing!! Better yet, a lot of times the weather forcasts will be inaccurate, so to make things a lot more easier, they could just say "tomorrow, it might be sunny... but it might also be raining." Anyways. Monday, March 3, 2003 For the one-year anniversary of this website, I've added a new section called "2002 Quotables," where I've picked out a series of memorable quotes from all my entries of 2002 so people won't have to search through every entry to get to the good stuff. Or something like that Enjoy! Saturday, March 1, 2003 Sheesh, for some reason these days my DSL always goes down at night before I get ready for bed, which is when I am able to gather my thoughts of the day and record them here. It's finally back up again, but now I'm way too tired. But I do promise that either by tomorrow or Monday night I will open up a brand new section, in dedication to the one year anniversary of this website. |