Monday: Got an interview with JL's company. Cousin's kid got a cut on hand. Had to watch one of the stunt-doubles while Cousin and cousin's wife took cousin's kid to the emergency room. Called for backup to watch the stunt-double because I had to leave for interview. Shower;change;drive. Got to interview on time. Said stupid stuff in interview. JL calls me later and tells me they offered me a job despite my stupid comments and inexperience because JL used his influence. Thanks to JL for my future job and income.
Moral of the story: treat your pastors nice. You will need them someday. And treat God nice too. You need him everyday.
Tuesday: stayed up til 1:something AM fixing some girl's computer. Turned out her harddrive on her laptop, where she keeps all her pictures, papers, email, assignments-she-needs-to-turn-it-to-graduate (aka her entire life), had some bad sectors and the file system got corrupted. The computer wouldn't boot, we needed a Windows XP CD to use the recovery console, and no one in the vicinity had one. We musta spent 30 min trying to call someone who had one. Finally JT's landlord came home, who is a programmer at JPL, and we used his.
Moral of the story: backup your important data. Don't trust your hardware; expect it to fail. Drink milk. Use sunscreen. Exercise. Eat your leafy-green-veggies. Eat whole wheat bread. Treat your geek friends nice, you will need them someday.
As a sidenote, I'm surprised we were able to get the computer running again. If history is any indicator (when does history repeat?), the data would have been lost. I've only seldom been able to recover data when my hard drives crash. But that's usually because I do things stupidly and I don't backup my data. God was with us on that one. The fact that her graduation is on Saturday and all her assignments were on that disk didn't help either. "I'm gonna cry/What should I do?/What if it doesn't work?/Can you fix it?/Is it fixed?/Does that mean it's ok?/What does that mean?/How long will it take?/Make sure you have the 'codes' " were common phrases heard that night.
Wednesday: helped paint my cousin's newly acquired boat. Got toxic paint dust all over myself. I wonder if this will lead to cancer in the future. Probably.
Moral of the story: treat your radiation-therapist friends nice. I will need them someday.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Stupid auto-pay
I can't believe how stupid the auto-pay system is for my credit card. The reason I signed up for this so-called 'Auto-pay' is so that it will automatically pay my credit card bill and I won't forget and have to pay fees. I assumed it would just deduct the credit card bill amount from my bank account at a predetermined time every month. But, alas, no.
I found out today, after much "huh?"-ing and poking around, that the system pays ONE amount every month. So for example, I can set it to pay $100 every month. Or $200. But I can't set it to automatically pay my bill. I found out that when I started this thing, I owed something like $900. The next month, my bill was only $450. I thought the payment would change and only pay $450. It didn't. It payed another $900. And I didn't have that much in my bank account, so I overdrew, and got charged. Stupid. So now, even if I sign up for this system, I still have to change the amount every month to reflect my current balance. Wow, it really simplified my life.
My job search continues.
I found out today, after much "huh?"-ing and poking around, that the system pays ONE amount every month. So for example, I can set it to pay $100 every month. Or $200. But I can't set it to automatically pay my bill. I found out that when I started this thing, I owed something like $900. The next month, my bill was only $450. I thought the payment would change and only pay $450. It didn't. It payed another $900. And I didn't have that much in my bank account, so I overdrew, and got charged. Stupid. So now, even if I sign up for this system, I still have to change the amount every month to reflect my current balance. Wow, it really simplified my life.
My job search continues.
Monday, May 30, 2005
I present to you, for your enjoyment...
Pictures have been posted. Features include but are not limited to:
Weddings are creeping up like a fart someone let in the corner of the room and then slowly spreads to cover the entire area. I have to come up with a speech. And finish the video.
- E3 photos
- a Benny MaoTM production
- miscellaneous other weird stuff
Weddings are creeping up like a fart someone let in the corner of the room and then slowly spreads to cover the entire area. I have to come up with a speech. And finish the video.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Summer is nice
I like summer.
Went to E3. It was crowded and they gave away lots of useless free stuff. Took pictures of the new Xbox 360. The whole show is like an amusement park. You wait in line for everything.
Saw Episode 3. It was good. I fell asleep during the first half though, cuz we saw it at 3am. I love being unemployed.
We started a new blog for random weirdness that goes on at the Exodus. Check it out.
Went to E3. It was crowded and they gave away lots of useless free stuff. Took pictures of the new Xbox 360. The whole show is like an amusement park. You wait in line for everything.
Saw Episode 3. It was good. I fell asleep during the first half though, cuz we saw it at 3am. I love being unemployed.
We started a new blog for random weirdness that goes on at the Exodus. Check it out.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Be careful what you wish for
me: "How come all you guys moved to LA?"
DVJ: "I dunno, it has to be God. I remember in college when I said 'I will never, never move to LA.'"
me: "Who says God doesn't have a sense of humor?"
DVJ: "I know, God has a great sense of humor."
--pause--
DVJ: "I will never, never marry somebody hot."
DVJ: "I dunno, it has to be God. I remember in college when I said 'I will never, never move to LA.'"
me: "Who says God doesn't have a sense of humor?"
DVJ: "I know, God has a great sense of humor."
--pause--
DVJ: "I will never, never marry somebody hot."
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Proof the commentators really have nothing to talk about during high speed chases
I was watching yet another high speed chase on the news today when the commentator said, "The suspect is coming up on an intersection where he will once again have to make a decision on whether to go east, west, or continue south." Thank you for that bit of information. I was getting confused there for a minute.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Huh?
BH: "You only look like you do."
Translation (courtesy of BM): "Only you look like you do." (Referring to Pax Americana and the unique position Asian Americans have in that they speak English, yet have an Asian face, which gives them an advantage in Asian missions.)
Translation (courtesy of BM): "Only you look like you do." (Referring to Pax Americana and the unique position Asian Americans have in that they speak English, yet have an Asian face, which gives them an advantage in Asian missions.)
Monday, May 09, 2005
Allergies are bad for you
I'm too tired to write about anything funny. There were too many interesting things that happened during finals up til now.
free country n. a country in which you can choose your seat in a movie theater rather than being assigned one.
- Someone was moaning and passed out in one of my finals, we had to call campus security
- Made it to Ohio safely, it was cold, I missed my friend's wedding ceremony because we were late (it was only 10 min long)
- Made it back to California safely, where the sun shines year round
- finished finals; am pondering on what to do with the rest of my life
- helped out Exodus at the OMF conference, where many funny conversations took place
- JT: "Let's all share our insecurities about ourselves."
- BM: "You can't swim with stingrays."
NS: "You can in Stingray City." - BM reverse dunking into thin air when he thought the hoop was behind him.
- Eating at a restaurant when NS decides to order and looks at a menu from a different restaurant than the one we were at
- JT: "Let's all share our insecurities about ourselves."
- Suffering through allergies all of today (not fun)
free country n. a country in which you can choose your seat in a movie theater rather than being assigned one.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Finals are over
Finals are over. I locked my keys in my car when I parked in the garage. Now I gotta call Acura Roadside Assistance.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Finals
Finals are here again. They still suck. Possibly the last finals I take in a while? Who knows.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Exodus Worship Night
Pictures from the Exodus Worship Night and other moments are posted.
Too bad I don't have any other funny ones of DVJ.
Too bad I don't have any other funny ones of DVJ.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Academic fondness
Don't you love it when you've just stayed up all night finishing a project that is due the next day so you can go to a casino with your friends, only to find out that you have a paper due that same day that you haven't started on? Me too.
Don't ask
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A few weeks ago, TC was wearing glasses because he had an allergic reaction and his contacts were bothering him.
TC: "I hate wearing glasses because they make me look old."
(jump to FC, who is the oldest one in the room, and also wears glasses)
FC: "Thanks."
< insert laughter here >
Flash forward to tonight, at men's group.
It was JN's birthday last Saturday, but he went back to North Carolina to visit friends. He came back today, and JT made a cake. After we sing a horrible rendition of Happy Birthday, someone asks JN how old he is.
JN: "I'm old. (in chinese) 29 years old."
(jump to FC, whose age is greater than 29)
FC: "(imitating JN in a whiny voice) I'm old, I'm turning 29."
< insert laughter here >
About 20 minutes later, it is announced we have _another_ cake. Mud Pie ice cream cake. FC has recently hired a physical trainer and is on a strict diet.
FC: "C'mon, don't you know some of us are on a DIET?"
< insert laughter here >
Man, we're too nice to our friends.
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While playing basketball on Monday, Transhi was shooting with one hand. He broke his arm about 2 months ago (also playing basketball, people never learn from their mistakes) and so he couldn't use his other hand. He usually wears a sling, but that night, he just wore a brace-like-doohicky under his shirt, so it wasn't very noticable. He just kept his arm by his side and used his other hand to dribble and shoot. We kept calling him the one armed bandit. There was a little kid that was shooting with us and when he heard us, he noticed Transhi was only shooting with one hand.
Little Kid (incredulously): "You don't know how to shoot with two hands?"
What is a middle-schooler doing out at 9pm playing basketball with a bunch of strangers, anyway? Asian strangers, at that. Doesn't he know we're dangerous?
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A Native American is walking down the sidewalk in an upscale suburban neighborhood behind two strangers. He is good-looking, about 23, and plays the bass like none other. The two strangers are Caucasian, one male, one female. They look like they are a couple. They are about the same age, and attractive (as attractive as Caucasians can be, anyway. We all know Asians are the best looking people in the world). The female suddenly turns around with a disgusted look on her face. The Native American looks down and to his own horror, finds he has peed his pants. Embarrassed, he picks up his pace and walks past the two disgust-stricken Caucasians, who can't help but stare at him. The girl makes a comment about how 'they' can't help it, as if Native Americans are infamous for uncontrollably urinating in their pants. Out of nowhere, the Native American notices a truck coming down the street. He seizes the opportunity, and pushes the girl into the street, just as the truck is passing. The girl screams, and is instantly killed as the truck hits her. Her male companion is shocked at what he has just witnessed, but soon he turns furious. The Native American turns and runs down the sidewalk, hoping to escape the inevitable fury of this unknown aquaintance(there's an oxymoron for ya). As he runs, he turns into a house with an open door. As he is about to enter, two girls appear in the doorway. (For clarity, they are called Girl A and Girl B) Girl A says "I'm responsible for 3 girls who don't like you anymore. Me, my sister, and my friend (referring to Girl B)." Apparently, this is in reference to what has just transpired. Girls don't like random murderers, apparently. Girl B says, "I saw that digusting thing you just did, but are you currently dating anyone?" At which point Girl A pulls Girl B back, dumbfounded that she would still be interested in this heinous person standing in the doorway. Just then, the male counterpart to the now deceased rag doll on the street arrives at the house and the Native American starts to punch him into a bloody pulp. Blood squirts everywhere a la "Kill Bill" and the screen fades to black.
I had this dream while I was taking a nap on Monday. I was the Native American. Go figure.
A few weeks ago, TC was wearing glasses because he had an allergic reaction and his contacts were bothering him.
TC: "I hate wearing glasses because they make me look old."
(jump to FC, who is the oldest one in the room, and also wears glasses)
FC: "Thanks."
< insert laughter here >
Flash forward to tonight, at men's group.
It was JN's birthday last Saturday, but he went back to North Carolina to visit friends. He came back today, and JT made a cake. After we sing a horrible rendition of Happy Birthday, someone asks JN how old he is.
JN: "I'm old. (in chinese) 29 years old."
(jump to FC, whose age is greater than 29)
FC: "(imitating JN in a whiny voice) I'm old, I'm turning 29."
< insert laughter here >
About 20 minutes later, it is announced we have _another_ cake. Mud Pie ice cream cake. FC has recently hired a physical trainer and is on a strict diet.
FC: "C'mon, don't you know some of us are on a DIET?"
< insert laughter here >
Man, we're too nice to our friends.
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While playing basketball on Monday, Transhi was shooting with one hand. He broke his arm about 2 months ago (also playing basketball, people never learn from their mistakes) and so he couldn't use his other hand. He usually wears a sling, but that night, he just wore a brace-like-doohicky under his shirt, so it wasn't very noticable. He just kept his arm by his side and used his other hand to dribble and shoot. We kept calling him the one armed bandit. There was a little kid that was shooting with us and when he heard us, he noticed Transhi was only shooting with one hand.
Little Kid (incredulously): "You don't know how to shoot with two hands?"
What is a middle-schooler doing out at 9pm playing basketball with a bunch of strangers, anyway? Asian strangers, at that. Doesn't he know we're dangerous?
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A Native American is walking down the sidewalk in an upscale suburban neighborhood behind two strangers. He is good-looking, about 23, and plays the bass like none other. The two strangers are Caucasian, one male, one female. They look like they are a couple. They are about the same age, and attractive (as attractive as Caucasians can be, anyway. We all know Asians are the best looking people in the world). The female suddenly turns around with a disgusted look on her face. The Native American looks down and to his own horror, finds he has peed his pants. Embarrassed, he picks up his pace and walks past the two disgust-stricken Caucasians, who can't help but stare at him. The girl makes a comment about how 'they' can't help it, as if Native Americans are infamous for uncontrollably urinating in their pants. Out of nowhere, the Native American notices a truck coming down the street. He seizes the opportunity, and pushes the girl into the street, just as the truck is passing. The girl screams, and is instantly killed as the truck hits her. Her male companion is shocked at what he has just witnessed, but soon he turns furious. The Native American turns and runs down the sidewalk, hoping to escape the inevitable fury of this unknown aquaintance(there's an oxymoron for ya). As he runs, he turns into a house with an open door. As he is about to enter, two girls appear in the doorway. (For clarity, they are called Girl A and Girl B) Girl A says "I'm responsible for 3 girls who don't like you anymore. Me, my sister, and my friend (referring to Girl B)." Apparently, this is in reference to what has just transpired. Girls don't like random murderers, apparently. Girl B says, "I saw that digusting thing you just did, but are you currently dating anyone?" At which point Girl A pulls Girl B back, dumbfounded that she would still be interested in this heinous person standing in the doorway. Just then, the male counterpart to the now deceased rag doll on the street arrives at the house and the Native American starts to punch him into a bloody pulp. Blood squirts everywhere a la "Kill Bill" and the screen fades to black.
I had this dream while I was taking a nap on Monday. I was the Native American. Go figure.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Note to self
It is possible to fit 2 Oncology fellows plus 1 PhD fellow plus their luggage into my car.
Driving fast on CA freeways freaks out people from Baltimore.
It is possible to go from Anaheim to Long Beach, grab dinner, go to UCLA, drive thru Beverly Hills, find Mann's Chinese Theater and back to Anaheim in 6 hours.
Mann's Chinese Theater is on Hollywood Blvd. not Sunset Blvd.
It's pretty easy to beat a dragon boat team with half as many people as your team. Even if it's your team's first practice.
California beaches are the reason it would be hard to move back to Ohio. That, and the weather.
If you show up late to a dinner with your Uncles, Aunts, and cousins, they will want you to finish off the rest of the food. They will also try to make you eat as fast as possible by pouring your tea for you, clearing your plate, putting food on your plate and giving you clean wet-cloths. And they will talk about you the whole time.
Breaking up with your girlfriend is big news to the extended family.
Having a big family is great. There's always someone to talk about or someone to help you out when you travel.
Going to bed after a long day dragon-boating, playing beach volleyball, eating dinner with relatives, and putting over 100 miles on your car is priceless. Especially if your body is sore.
DW, hope you had fun reading at the beach. What a fun day, it was great to hang out. Share that boba with your roomies.
Driving fast on CA freeways freaks out people from Baltimore.
It is possible to go from Anaheim to Long Beach, grab dinner, go to UCLA, drive thru Beverly Hills, find Mann's Chinese Theater and back to Anaheim in 6 hours.
Mann's Chinese Theater is on Hollywood Blvd. not Sunset Blvd.
It's pretty easy to beat a dragon boat team with half as many people as your team. Even if it's your team's first practice.
California beaches are the reason it would be hard to move back to Ohio. That, and the weather.
If you show up late to a dinner with your Uncles, Aunts, and cousins, they will want you to finish off the rest of the food. They will also try to make you eat as fast as possible by pouring your tea for you, clearing your plate, putting food on your plate and giving you clean wet-cloths. And they will talk about you the whole time.
Breaking up with your girlfriend is big news to the extended family.
Having a big family is great. There's always someone to talk about or someone to help you out when you travel.
Going to bed after a long day dragon-boating, playing beach volleyball, eating dinner with relatives, and putting over 100 miles on your car is priceless. Especially if your body is sore.
DW, hope you had fun reading at the beach. What a fun day, it was great to hang out. Share that boba with your roomies.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
I now pronounce you...
So many weddings. I called my RSVP in to my high school friend's wedding tonight. Time: midnight EST. Oops. Woke her up. It said on the invite to RSVP on or before April 11. Granted, they didn't send it to me til a week before it was due, but that's forgivable.
So forget the tax poll. Who cares about taxes. (I still haven't done mine). I have a much more useful (to me) poll. You know how you have to give a wedding gift when you go to weddings? Well, you do. How much is the "appropriate" amount to spend? $50-100? In that ballpark, right? (I'm a grad student, I'm not rich.....yet) But what if you're giving money? Do you give more? Or less? Or the same? And why? Discuss. Give a 500 word essay. You have 20 minutes. Starting.....now. #2 pencil only please.
I've already had this discussion with BM the other day.
Now I found out I'm supposed to give money to another "oh-so-close" couple too.
And why are weddings nowadays supposed to entertain the guests? It's like you have to have a slideshow, games, entertaining MC, door prizes, parting gifts, raffle, movie, and a free car giveaway. What is this, Vegas? Oh wait...
What other uses of pronounce are there? Dead. He was pronounced dead after he died. Weird.
So forget the tax poll. Who cares about taxes. (I still haven't done mine). I have a much more useful (to me) poll. You know how you have to give a wedding gift when you go to weddings? Well, you do. How much is the "appropriate" amount to spend? $50-100? In that ballpark, right? (I'm a grad student, I'm not rich.....yet) But what if you're giving money? Do you give more? Or less? Or the same? And why? Discuss. Give a 500 word essay. You have 20 minutes. Starting.....now. #2 pencil only please.
I've already had this discussion with BM the other day.
Now I found out I'm supposed to give money to another "oh-so-close" couple too.
And why are weddings nowadays supposed to entertain the guests? It's like you have to have a slideshow, games, entertaining MC, door prizes, parting gifts, raffle, movie, and a free car giveaway. What is this, Vegas? Oh wait...
What other uses of pronounce are there? Dead. He was pronounced dead after he died. Weird.
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