Well i've decided to continue to blog once in a blue moon but I will change the name of this blog site. Thanks Justin for the idea of keeping this blog site and just updating it from time to time. Thats Justin Cheung Folks. Mr. J.cool.com himself.
:)

Anyway, spent the day cleaning the bathroom that hasnt been cleaned in years. Yum.

more on that later.
:)

Well.
The End.

Thank you to all my faithful readers who have taken interest in my non-substantial opinions on HK life and other things pertaining to our existence.
Without you, the reader, none of this would have been possible. I'd also like to thank the Academy for constantly supporting the world of random babbling and constantly encouraging those who have not been encouraged, for building up those who have fallend down.... AND most of all, for giving a new purpose and meaning to the world of blogging..... To God without whom i wouldn't have my brain.....
.....

I don't know if i will keep updating this page. but if I do. who knows.... the infinity lies beyond....
Engage.

This is it.
Good bye HK. Thanks to all the folks who've made this summer a less painful one ... for helping me take a break from constant deep contemplation. For all of you who didn't have to have lunch with me out in Sheung Wan. (Yup, you know, Trish, Kristin, Vince, Justin, Dave , eric...Edith and Thomas.) It definitely was fun and a breather from the benality of my lunch hours which involved eating and sniping terrorists off the top of buildings. Hey Justin, it was definitely an experience walking down the smelly "hahm yue" street to look for your office masked by dead preserved fish and dried out chinese ham. Keep it real man as you finish off your business degree man :) We'll hook up in TO sometime.
Of course, Oli ... what a great brother you have been even though you were going through such a hard time in your life with uncertainty towards your own future and also life itself, you still inspired. I saw your desire for Christ surpass that of the things and circumstances around you and how you knew that your dad is waiting for you to come home .
Ricky (both ricky's that i've met... C. and H.) you guys rock in your own little ways. Of course Amy, can't forget those ICQ chats that you never really responded to! hahahha ... best of luck in Stanford MEd. GENIUS!!of course , Kristin, who's like another lil' sister who stays up all nite blogging and chatting online, thanks for all those morning and evening MSN sessions. Now that you're a senior. (in Hischool.) enjoy life while you can. University is downhill.. just joking. its probably uphill tiill u get a degree. then its downhill

I finally got to see Justis's recording of My life for You LIVE!!! ACCCK! so good. yes. Jon. must keep composure. And his new song. Falling through. (It was a lil' flat tho having my sensitve ears. but must have been the acoustics of the room. :P ) EEP! but nonetheless. AMAAAZING! (it's played probably for the 100th time this evening since i've gotten it) . Yes . Now I have become known amongst my friends that Justis is my b/f. or that I'm purely a die hard fan. LIES!
I merely have a very slightly exagerrated admiration for him that is perhaps expressed more than so. I also talk about Adrian the same way. Just cuz I live with him doesnt mean I don't admire him. (NOT IN THAT WAY. GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER YOU PERVERTS) MY affection for him is merely FRATERNAL. and ENTIRELY NON HOMOSEXUAL. IF it were, i'd have to burn in hell.

well, time flies. And I'm leaving tomorrow. THe next blog will be made from the Mountains of the West Coast of British Columbia, Canada.

Goodbye HK! (But not forever)

Like I promised, deep thoughts with Jon today.

Well, its done. THe funeral for Oliver's dad Raymond Chiang (1950-2002) has finally taken place. What an event to remember. Yes, it was a solemn and somber event but yet, it was really inspiring to see the legacy of this amazing man that impacted the lives of so many people. The father. The professor. The humanitarian. The friend. The worshipper. Even before his coming to his confession of Christ, Mr. Raymond Chiang was described as a man who overcame all obstacles to strive to be the best. But finally when he did, to his last days , he was remembered as a man who lived his best and ultimately in hte end lived for his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

The most moving part of it all was really when Oliver and Justin sang the song they wrote for their dad this last father's day. Some words that stood out were "its nothing special, nothing new, its special cuz it comes from you.".... that hits home. Thanks guys. for sharing that.

Another thing was something the pastor quoted. There is no time, what is memory. Cryptic words spoken by some govenor's wife at his funeral. Memory. Another thing that we often cherish but yet often carry with us through out this life. We often would like to relive our memories but we need to place them behind us and move on. No time. No memory. because memory requires heading back in time. these two things are co-related. without one, there cannot exist the other. Perhaps the meaning of that phrase is to live on in this time frame. with in this memory. That there can be no memory, rather it is a continuous cycle of the legacy that has been left behind.

It is late. my brain hurts.
Kristen, i'm sorry. 1 am is it for me. its 1:21.

Today is the funeral. I think it's gonna be another deep thots with Jon day later.

2 more days till Jon won't have to breathe B.O.

well today, i pretty much spent the whole time thinking that I was at Justis's concert so i played some of his songs (and mine and adrians of course to get some exposure) while setting up at church. HAHAHAHHA .... so for all of you who did go. I am Very jealous to the point that I might internally combust. well perhaps not.

Spent the afternoon just helping my mom and the VCAC Agape Team setup for their VBS this week. So tired.
Just also found out some disturbing stuff about this person from the church here.. that is Just WHACK. (something to do with relationships.) ask me later.
Just in case you're wondering who it might be but i wont say anything cuz that might be gossip.

It's funny how it likes to typhoon when I'm not at work. when I can have a perfectly good day to go out and do stuff, it Typhoons.
Its raining as we speak.

3 more days till Jon's feet leave Asia.

Jet Li collection has now increased to about 6 movies

The one with Jacky Cheung (Spoof of Die Hard)
The Swordsman
The New Fist of Fury
The KungFu Cult Master
Fong Sai Yuk
give Father this letter

Also have : Parody of Fist of Fury (not JEt li: Stephen Chow. Shaolin Soccer guy. HE IS SOOO FUNNY)
And Hardboiled. (one of Chow Yun Fatt's greatest movies with John Woo)

I think i' mgonna have a marathon if I can last through it.

I WISH I WAS AT JUSTIS'S CONCERT!!!

It's Saturday, August 17th. 2002. 8:58 am in the morning.
If I were in Toronto right about now, I'd get to go see Justis perform. But rather, here i am in HK listening to the wind howl outside my window.

It's been fun and i'm counting down the days till Vancouver and as much as I do want to leave and face reality all over again, I don't . I sometimes wish things were just regular. That you'd never have to hurt, that you'd never have to think. THinking is usually the cause of my lack of sleep. Will I die younger if I think too much?

When I get to VAncouver, I'll have more summer reflections..... hm... always seems to be up and downs. more downs than ups.

But definitely grown some in character. Hopefully for the better.

4 Days till Jon leaves Asia.

I GOT TO SEE CTI TODAY!!! well pretty much hung out with them and then I Translated and then I rapped with "Everybody move with it."
Actually Ruth Ling's song , Yeh Su ai ni. was super inspiring... it means Jesus loves you. I Just realized how Chinese can be so lyrical (Espeically mandarin.) And you know me, I'm picky about chinese music but there was real heart and soul in this...

Well, the days are ticking as I count the days I return to VAncouver and see everyone... HK has been good to me, and most of all Jesus has really been good to me.
Death has been a big part of this year as I look back (Yes my years are counted in School years.) and its been sad but yet, inspiring as I press on next to really tell people that there's definitely more to this life than living and dying.

Who knows where God's gonna lead me next. I just want to live to sing and play for my God.

Man I AM SLEEPY.

Well, time to post my random babble for the day. So as I was saying before I lost my entire blog of nothing, I was about to write about the asian government's plan to train asian people and to make them genetically have strong legs. Us north american's have become soft because we don't need to use teh Squatty Potty (SP) and the sP is the ultimate tool that has been used for generations to build strong legs. Think about it, one needs to release some unwanted brown friends from the rectal cavity at least a few times a day (some more than others ... ahem... mr .A.F.)... and what better place to train than in the can? So thats why shaolin monks developed their kung fu a lot faster... as you know the horse stance that is assumed in the bathroom is also assumed in all martial arts to help develop the strenght of the legs as in to improve the balance in the art of fighting and martial arts. Of course, as asians, time is such a precious thing so as to save time as well and not to waste it, the SP was used from the dawn of asian civilization. Of course, along came the wonderful invention of Sir Thomas Crapper, greatly facilitating the sanitization of the city carrying all local waste to another place and not deposited only 5 feet from the place where you release your anxiety.
So in order to maintain the training of the secret arts, platforms were built around the 'western' potty and maintained the true original form of the 'fecal tower " (SEE TAHP"-in cantonese) and allowed for the 5' Average asians to still build their leg muscles and scale 8 foot walls (Jackie Chan anyone? )

of course, this is all a theory and perhaps isn't true but think about it? Why do we still use the SP in Asia? Of course the logical answer as well is to save water and manually flush the toilet. That way we'll save lots of water. and not have to flush as much. Unfortunately, we didn't have this privilege in Guatemala and had to save the water and only flushed when it turned very yellow.


I think our toilet is clogged again.

stupid drains.

DANG THIS BLOG!
I just typed out a lot of stuff and its gone. :(
sorry folks. i'm not in the mood now

lets just say , potty's suck in HK. esp. the one that I use.
and bowel movements are necessary.

New link to some photos for those of you who are probably at work surfing the net and just like to hang around my site:
PHOTOS!

It's almost too real how fragile life is . One minute, a person you know and love is here. The next, he/she is gone just like a breath of wind. Then you wonder were they really here? Then the emotions kick in, the memories of how this person's life touched yours and somehow guided you towards the person you have become and will continue becoming.

Then it makes you wonder, what more is there after this? I've already written a past writing a few weeks ago about the fragility of life and the importance of seeking a Truth and hope that will not only bring us through this life but the next.



In memory of Oliver and Justin Chiang's dad.(click she dances. )

Hello my faithful online readers! Sorry for not updating in the longest time.

Hmmm what has happened since the fateful day since the elevator dropped me a few storeys? WEll, I finally got to hang out with the Carpenter's Tools Team in HK. They are pretty cool. I got to go with them to the peak and watch them wander aroudn HK with their stressed out team leader, James trying to get them to stay together. But man, was it ever AWESOME to hang out with my bro Nate! I really missed that guy. and man, he's gotten so much better at singing. ANd i also saw Ruth Ling, who i met a while ago in Boston, a friend of Tom Chan's and Justis's... and man, she is really talented .... holy smokes, she had written this song called "jesus loves you." (Yeh su ai ni.) in chinese... mandarin. she's from singapore. Anyway, it really hit home and really inspired me and I know it touched some of the other kids that were at this concert.
Despite I know how there are some team member differences (nate was sharing with me, ) I can see how God has really brought this team of young'uns (Nate's like one of the older ones. hahaha) I really missed that type of travelling experience actually now that I think about it. THe just chilling with your whole team constantly and getting annoyed at people :) well not really but just being able to jam and worship together with your team.

I haven't done too much this past lil' while.... went over to PRaise's place to fix her internet connection. Just turns out the password was messed so after like 45 minutes i figure out the password :P Then tonite after dinner with the folks, my bro and I went to hang with Justin, Kristin and Vince before Justin leaves for Shanghai tomorrow. I won't see him as he's coming back on the 23rd =( Justin has been my lunch buddy the past few weeks. So it's been cool and fun. I'll miss his humor and outlook on hong kong life.

WEll, I guess my blog is probably coming to a close... another week and I'l lbe back on North American Soil. The Land of the free and clean air and where the deodorant section in the pharmacy is longer than my arm span. I hope you guys have been entertained about Jon's perspectives on the Hong Kong culture from a Banana point of view. If you have no clue what why i deem myself a 'banana' although i am more of the Jook sing (bamboo shoot center), you can emila me yourself.

In the meantime, my pillow is beckoning me to rest my brain enclosure.

WEll, my heart is still racing after living out those physics problems I did about freefalling elevators. The elevator was free falling when I was going up to the 26th floor. It was going and then suddenly a jolt and I felt the elevator drop....I had no idea what was going on until a few seconds later i realized those could have been my last minutes... i felt my heart about to come out of my mouth..... then it stoppd and I hit 26 again... the women in the elevator with me (3 of them and me) were like "NOT AGAIN!!!! Dang i'm getting out and wlaking up".

Thank God , He sitll wants me to walk this earth.

well, lemme just say that i'm trying to learn to be patient with my mom. So now the world will know that about the women who are turning late 40's are beginning their meno pause. DANG CLEAR THE ROOM! seriously. apparently one of my aunt's is Mping (as my term will now refer to menopause) and she has a cow every few seconds (must be emptying out the system). Apparently, she yelled at my gramma for something (i think my whole family thinks my gramma isn't a nice lady... cuz she's da woman. dont mess with her. she'll chew you up) anyway. now my mom today has been having her sporadic spasms ... I went out for a run with a sweatshirt on. Ok. yes, its dumb to wear a sweatshirt in like 29Degree Celcius weather ( about 90 something degrees for you american folk who refuse to swtich to the International system of measurement) but hey, i wanna SWEAT BABEE! . so anyway, after a nice workout of running up and down my stairs, i come inthe shoue looking like a REAL man (i.e. all sweaty and glistening face and biceps) and my mom yells at me and sez i'm being dumb and wasting the worlds resources for wasting the water that is gonna go into the washing of my sweatshirt. I'm like... OK. Don't have a nother cow... or we're gonna have enough for two villages! (ok i hope some of u caught that joke cuz i'm not explaning it)

anyway, i shouldn't have yelled back but man, i HATE IT when she yells. cuz it pisses me off cuz she's totally being unreasonable and i cannot stand unreasonable people.... Anyway, i think MPing is a horrible thing... women should have a solitary chamber called the PMS chamber... esp. for MPers.... I should design one for my thesis. THE MenoPAuse ROOM. For Women 40+ and women who PMS. (Basically applied to most of the women) although some ore quite good about it... :) I guess it depends on the person. BUT WHAT DO I KNOW!? I think i only found out this year that women have a period for about a week. I thought it just kinda came and then left.... like you bleed once. and thats it.
LAugh LAUGH ALL YOU WANT! but hey, at least i am informed now. I'm SURE SOME OF YOU GUYS READING THIS DIDNT KNOW (or mebbe u did and I was left in the dark.) so anyway, this PMS room would have you know, Android men who would come and compliment you and then if you didnt like them you could yell back at these android men, throw a chair at them and they would not retalitate.... of course, this room would be soudnproof should you be attacked back by the malfunctioning android set on defend mode, then thats another story. Of course if you yelled at the android, you couldn'thurt their feelings anyway. So of course for hte MPers, since this is a LONGER process, I guess the room wil lbe equiped with a window (for meals) and a computer for access to the www.mpersRus.com where you find solace / or constant bickering and increasing your typing speed at the sametime as to facilitate a quicker comeback.

Anyway, this probably makes no sense and i'm getting really tired.

Yawn. oh, i was listening to Boyz II men and Baby face and it brought me back to good times in highschool where I was nervous as what to ask a girl to dance to One sweet day( morbid as it maybe, the song was bout death)

BIG NEWS: JO MAMA HAS FINALLY UPDATED HIS BLOG SITE! CLICK HERE!.
He asks, "Jon how do you have so much time?" It's called having no social life after work and just heading home to do webpage stuff and sleep. Oh yeah, forgot to mention its currently my lunch hour. Oh my. Time to work again.

I must say , the dinner conversation revovled around very interesting topics from nasal exfoliation to sentimentality of a person, to Justin And Vince battling it out on Otello (on Justin's Palm) .... of course, Amy, neglected all my warnings of how bad the movie "The Touch" is and still went to go see it. Hm. you must be wondering who all these people are. WEll, they're just people from church that I go to here from all over the globe.

Oh, for those of you know how I got hooked on this green tea beverage (by TaoTi), they came out with a grapefruit flavored green tea. ITS SOOOO GOOD! (Ivor, believe me, I am hooked once again) It all started back in the summer of 2001 when I saw an article somewhere saying that green tea burns fat. cold green tea. Dont know if its true cuz i'm still kinda fat. Guess not. ITs like those people drinking diet coke with their xlarge fries and double whoppers. It still amazes me to see all the fat people in the States and slowly, in CAnada and definitely in HK. Lotsa fat people here. I don't know why but I geuss its all the GOOD cheap food they have here. but I figure they walk around so much, you'd sweat it off.

So today, it rained like a mother. I.E. it rained sideways, upwards, downwards.... everyway imaginable.... I thought the sky came down.... of course hte embarassing thing is my mom being a mom, made my brother and I purposely late so she'd drive us. I was about to go get teh bus in my wonderfully compact yet, unbearably not breathable, MEC raincoat (yellow) but ended up never using it. You'd think the weather people would say it d be too dangerous to go to work cuz of the rain (yes, it does happen here) but no, my brother was anxiously hoping they'd change it to the "black" cloud warning so that we'd still get paid but don't have to work.
Reminds me of a story how the weather department is quite useless... It was probably 10 years ago and i was a young lil' 12 yr old going to school by myself at the crack of dawn. It was raining like a BEAst but i never knew that you didnt have to go to skool. Turns out the buses sometimes dont' like to run in horrible weather. So i stood at the bus stop for like EONS and during this time, there was a torrential current that was literally coming down the steep road where I Was waiting for the bus (Iddint ever remember living by the water front) and of course, my umbrella was prety much uselss becuz it was raining sideways and my grey slacks (Part of the wonderful school uniform) looked like i had a really bad bladder problem..... and diarrhea all at once.. basically my pants were soaked (Sorry for that earlier picture)
anyway, i pretty much walked down the hill because the bus looked like a human sardine can with wheels and I didnt wanna get in (or couldn't get on to ) the bus.

Anyway, to make it short, I made it to the subway station by school only to discover that I had to pretty much swim to school cuz the road was flooded.
So I went home. I left home at 6:30am. I got home at 10 am.
no school.

anyway, i still remember that. oh well. :) now i have a yellow rain coat. :)

FYI: The intial test of www.geocities.com/adobo_productions is up and running. Version Alpha beta GAmma. whatever youwanna call it. Not many of the links are working but press on the link i will add to this page to go there. There are still some weirrd errors but i dont know why they are there. Must be the server or something.

Oh. yes, lillian poon has a webpage now. For those of you who dont know/remember her she 's a cool person from Ottawa. here's her blog of lil' thots. (ha get it? lil? never mind. ) I've started more than an epidemic., its more like a bad mold that grows in Jon's fridge on bbqed duck heads. (Sorry adrian for making u throw that out. Actually to tell u the truth, i was planning on hanging that on the door to ward off the squirrels. )

today, I was just thinking about how many people just really go through this life without faith and it takes something like cancer to inflict someone or even ourselves to make us realize that we aren't invicible, that we are not in control of our own fates. Some would like to think so but if they could, then why still all this pain and suffering that is still inflicted on mankind? Some like to blame God, some like to blame man. But not ourselves. No. It'd be bad to blame ourselves for things happening. Sometimes its true, Sometimes its not. Hence, I don't really see the point to human objectivisim, a philosophy advocated by Ayn Rand. How can one possibly function as the epitome of what you perceive to be your own perfection? I believe humans are relational beings. We have a relationship in everything: from our jobs to friends, to loved ones, to our spouses, to the world.
"My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute." - Ayn Rand

I raelly don't understand this phrase but from reading the Fountainhead, it almost seemed that its protagonist didn't seem to care about the world and almost imposed his own ideals, taking them to be written in stone and imposed them on the social values. The characters in this book are impossibily brilliant and complex. It almost seems too idealistic to think like that. Man as a hero. THere are heroes, but perhaps it'd be too selfish to think and too pretentious a philosophy. If reason is his only absolute, then what is this absolute reasoning? what are the standards of this reason? Do these standards of reason apply the same of every person? IF that is the case, then it seems that this statement is fallible in that, if man's own happiness is his moral purpose, then wouldn't it 'cost' another man's happiness? Because if every man develops the same type of 'absolute' reasoning, then it seems that then only one man can sit on htat throne of ultimate happiness.

These rhetorical ramblings are just mere questions that sit on my brain and perhaps make no sense to you because I still question these things myself.

Still, I wonder about life and death and just the fragility of life. Just like a piece of glass, easily broken at anytime.

Alrite. Man, did I contribute to the pollution index today. I REEKED! Despite having layers of Arctic Ice under my arms , I Stil REEKED! (i just think its a hong knog acquistion). So today , Bonnie and I were supposed to go look for a our teammate Nate who is here with CTI. So Apparently they are supposed to be in Shatin at some 'church' thats held in a school. So ofc ourse, I find out all the info and how to get there and its in SHATIN! Which is kinda like the boonies. well not as bad as where this girl Amy from NY (who's here inHK. hello AMY! BTW, She's super genius) who lives in Tuen Mun which is the ultimate boon. For Vancouverites. Think PORTCOQUITLAM to Vancouver. and For Montreallers , think St. ANNE DEBELLEVUE! (Or even Ile Bizard rite Ivanna? Island of Crazys) ... anyway, Shatin is kinda like Steveston to north Van maybe. hong kong is so dense. I can't tell.
Anyway, so we WALK like for 15 minutes to find that no one is there. by this time, I looked like I had stepped out of the shower. (for those of you who have seen me sweat. Imagine that. X 100) So i was sooo excited today. Like even bonnie was like, Jon you're really happy today. YEs. I was. As gay as that sounds (no offense to the gay friend that i do have... ) i was a tad 'gay (in the happy sense)' becuz i was like walking really fast and talking lots and just really ecited to see Nate from my team last summer. and Man was i peeved when I found out they weren't there... well, i was more peeved at the YFC guy who gave me harsh attitude about not knowing where they are and stuff and told me to go to Yuen Long to watch them tomorow. I'm like FORGET YOU BUDDY, now. Yuen Long is the ultimate boon. Its like almost in CHina. its where all the Dai Luk Los (mainlanders) cross the border.
Its SUPER SUPER SUPER far away. at least 50 minutes by regular CAR. not public transport.... anyway, sos yeah... i guess i will find em another time. Oops. i totally forgot to call Nate again :P
anyway, so bonnie and I were a little disappointed (that being an understatement) and we went to Mong Kok to look for an MD player... i by that time was famished.. well not really but when I saw this place for 10 DOLLAR HKD FOR WONTON NOODLES i was like, Bonnie, i'm sorry, i cannot turn this down. I was like, Dood, MY TREAT HAHAHAHHAHAAHAHA.
10 DOLLAR HKD FOR A BOWL OF NOODLES!!! CAN OYU BEWIEVE EET? SO SIMPO! I DONT BEWEEVE!
and the wontons were HUGE! (no not like the ones that adrian makes. those you can't exactly eat. if you did. you'd be one sick puppy. as in not the good sick. as in the you'll probably grow some fungus on your lip and die type sick)

Anyway, despite me really getting irritated at all these people around me being smelly and within my 10 Foot personal space which has now FYI become like 1cm. (for those of you americans who haven't converted to the rest of the world's standard of measurements, thats about oh... little less than 1/2 an inch as 1 inch is about 2.52 cm. Yes. I'm a geek. I need to know these things as I am in architecture. you know. Imperial vs. Metric. lets not get into that today)
I tried to not be irritated. Man I was so irritated that i wanted to punch someone next to me to go away. Then of course i bring bonnie into the computer mall (i felt really bad for that bonnie!) cuz it waS SOOOO PACKEd. like I felt people's sweaty arms touching my nekkid forearms (of course. I was wearing a tshirt. GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER) it was the grossest feeling. I've realized a few things. 1) I will not go to Mong Kok again on a weekend. 2) I think i've gotten bigger and people seem to get in the way 3) My nose is getting really sensitive to smells. (must be from my mom. she smells everything) 4) I'd go back to MongKok just for the 10 dollar wonton meen

Anyway, after walking around for awhile, oh yeah, i apparently dissed a computer sales man when I was aksing him about some model of a computer. hahahahha i walked out when eh was still talking to me but i was getting frustrated with all the people around me. oops.

So then after awhile, I went home. Oh today we had a 'typhoon' warning no. 1... it was just windy... not much. But when I got home. I Was all sweaty but stank like a DOG. literally. Speaking of dogs. I saw these OH SO I WANNA HUG EM AND SQUEEZE EM (get your mind out of the gutter) polmeranian pups. and also a rotweiller PUPPY!!! .
Anyway, i went for a run in the rain today... up and down the stairs... got splashed by a car but i felt really rugged. TRaining the holy temple of teh Holy Spirit man.: YEAH! Felt like rocky too... hahahha... I had my yellow rain coat on. but it didnt matter. I still was wet from my sweat (hey that rhymes)
hahahaha. Anyway, my mom thot i was gross and stupid for running in the rain. I told her "Just maintaining the holy temple." (thanks to C.G. for that one)
Anyway, didnt do much after that... just ate dinner and talked online for a bit. Thats when I found out my buddy here 's dad has cancer. He doesnt really share it cuz i guess he doesn't want too much 'sympathy' or nosiness... sometimes ppl just kinda wanna know for the sake of knowing. But I guess somehow he just otld me.... It really made me think about how these days, we can do it all in this world except we can't give life. Medecine only has so much technology but I guess it makes people realize how fragile our containers are. Anyway, it really touched me to hear him and how his faith had not wavered but only grown stronger. how God has sustained him through all of this.

Anyway, time for bed. super tired.
I get to sleep in for once. WHOO HOO.

Carpe diem.
(doesnt it sound like a fish?)

Well, lets just say whoever wants to see "The Touch." with Michelle Yeoh (directed by Peter Pau or as i thot, Peter Pan) , Just go buy Once upon a time in China parts one to three and have a marathon and you'll be more entertained than this movie that has seriously touched fecal matter before it hit the screen. I'm not even gonna bother telling you the plot but basically, the guy actor in that movie made KEanu REeves look like an Oscar Winner (well maybe not) but I could have done a better job. He was some ABC guy trying to be cool and do stupid fight scenes. There's one part where his ugly girlfriend dies and the next scen shows his face all splashed with tears as he's holding on for dear life to avoid being barbequed in the burning inferno below. I nearly burst out laughing... IT WAS sooo OVER DRAMATIZED. Anyway, i'll get really mad if I keep talking about it.
Speaking of spit, us chinese people eat the strangest things if you think about it. TO me, Swallows 'nest (combined with their saliva) is a wonderful delicacy which apparently does wonders for your health. It actually has no smell to it and is just like tasteless but it tasted pretty good with the combination of mangos and mango pudding and mango icecream. Of course, as a chinese person, we're used to seeing the entire digestive tract of a cow stewing slowly in a pot and the idea of mashed up fish thats so pasty that it can be rolled into lil round balls and cooked in curry and eaten on a stick. Think about a caucasian person who only knows Fish in the form of fillets and chunks, who sees this. And to think the only real part of the cow they ever see is the ribs or the butt (where your steaks come from) But to the chinese person, its normal.

Food. what can we do without it?

I had something to say but forgot what i was going to say.
Ah yes, I have started an epidemic of bloggers. IT seems everyone has something to say. OF COURSE! THe internet is such a wonderful medium to be used to express oneself. THink about it. You can assume the identity of another person, have a sex change without damaging your body, have 'sex' without sacrificing your chastity, be a secret agent, be all that you can be, pretend you know 20 types of martial arts, insult people without having to ever know that you were the one that insulted them, block off unwanted hate mail that people send back to you, and most of all, you're in the safety of your own home, behind a computer monitor.
Of course, yes, we all have an opinion and want to voice it somehow, but often we are too shy and reserved (some of us) to really truly express that.
Ah the internet, the new age of dating, and accessibility of information to anything anytime. Then again, its also possible for people to be misinformed by some stupid rumor that someone starts. ITs quite funny how people will be so ignorant to what people send them through email, like those, donate 10 Cs/name by sending everyone on your email list.... And those petitions... honestly, where do those end up going? Who keeps count? YOUR Internet company? And those stupid stories about kentucky Fried Chicken being genetically altered in tubes.... seriosuly, do you think KFC would rather just feed chickens than grow them in tubes... wouldn't it be cheaper to maintain a bunch of real chickens? Sometimes, people just kinda believe what they read. and don't think about it. You gotta think. Or you're just a sheep (No offense alli. but sheep are dumb and blind and need a guide... and need major deodorant)

anyway, random babble for the day

Brian McKnight plays the bass because Fred Hammond did.