I wonder often enough what the appeal of the “Douchebag Nation” is.  I see my “friends” and some people that really are friends fall for these douchebag guys day after day.  Whether it is for a moment of happiness, the slick move they pulled or just how sweet they can be that moment at the bar.  Every time I know about one of my friends having a little thing with one of these guys it makes me wonder just what may come of it, why they would put themselves through it.  Though then I think about it, what if he is not a douchebag, do I give him the benefit of the doubt or just go with my gut and label him as exactly what he is? It is a plague and I hate seeing my friends get involved because these guys seem to be able to sleeze their way or fake it right through and then when it all comes out it destroys my friends and I hate the guys.  But what am I to do about it, I can not just say “hey not worth your time he is a douchebag,” cause the response will be “you know him?” And I do not so I am lost for words.  So I just have to let them fall on their own?  I would rather not.  Solution, or at least the closest thing I can come close to, let them do it, advise them when they ask what to do and try to look at it from their perspective.  Easier said then done when you see the true colors long before they come out.

Well with that I have to say, last night was a blast.  We went out downtown, had a great time.  I almost got in a fight with one such douchebag who spilt his drink on Angie’s coat.  He decided that being plastered before 11PM for his 21st made it all right, so I was honest with him, “you look 16, happy birthday.”  He did not take that well, lucky he was to drunk to do much and the guys on our other side were pretty cool and I had been relating with them as they held their wives purses.  Hey sometimes we understand each other, and if you are a good guy you do what you must for your girl.  But yeah it was a blast other then that guy.  Was not thrilled that on the way home we had to go to Tailgate though.  I did not feel it at all, not interested in seeing some people, and the douchebags are more numerous there.  But we went and now I am hoping that the douchebag I really could not stand is not the guy I need to worry about breaking another girls heart, cause he will never be a decent guy, and will always have an excuse.  And I am waiting to hear something like, “Well he said I was too good, he just could not…”

Live only for that moment that matters to those few who matter. Forget those who do not.  And live you life for them and only them, or you will forget. Moments on the town written 11-29-09

Red Bull Air Race pode voar  para Lisboa

O espectáculo aéreo pode passar a ter lugar nos céus de Lisboa, após 3 anos cheiinhos de sucesso, de acrobacias sobre o Rio Douro, entre o Porto e Gaia.  

O espectáculo vai custar  três/quatro vezes mais e o investimento nortenho vai-se pelos ares! Mas o que interessa é que Lisboa (pobrezinha, que já não tem tudo o quanto é cultural) vai ganhar um novo evento (e veja -se lá, sem ter que se esforçar! é bem mais facil roubar a ideia, do que criar uma nova!) .. e o Porto que arranje outra coisita, mais pequenita .. que realmente o Air Race não tem feito sucesso por estes lados!

Mas por uma questão de justiça, eu propunha que se aproveitasse a oportunidade pra dar uma reviravolta na agenda cultural das duas cidades … já que tamos numa de trocas, que venham algumas coisas po Porto, carago

* e por falar em China, acho que vou lá nos próximos temos!

Save a few sparse moments in life, there are vary few things people seem to cherish beyond the material.  We each and every desire much more then what we have and hope to see our dreams fulfilled.  We live upon the ideal of material gain when we could so easily leave the material for our friends.  Cherish who we have, the times we have with them for nothing.  For a person and time are free to those who seek it, while those material things will kill you by the day. Written on a moment of nothing in a few sparkling second on 11-28-09.

tão bonito … juntam-se 3kg de criatividade, 2kg de trabalho e 500g de imaginação. Retiram-se umas horas de sono. Mexe-se tudo muito bem .. e voila! grande trabalho.  

I am a fan, no doubt.  I love a good cup of coffee everyday, maybe a few more then just one or two.  I love to try new places and their coffee, while I also like to experiment at home on my own with different coffees.  One day I may even have to try my hand at a little hole in the wall coffee shop.  It might be something worth a try.

I am a restless person on occasion and tonight is a night that I would like to find sleep.  I decided to stay in, avoid going out.  Not spend any money and just enjoy being at home.  So now at a nice one o’clock AM I am still up and posting again.  This time I take from an amazing friend of mine, Michelle Slifcak.  She recently visited Savannah and took many pictures.  I would like to share some of her photography here for others to see.  So lets us begin:

This is me, driving my car.  This is a traditional image that has been repeated in now two different vehicles on many occasions.

She visited the campus that I attend school at and during our walk took some pictures.  This one of some people doing artwork on the sidewalk in chalk.

The idea was to have a relaxing vacation like time.

These are some of my favorite shoes actually.

This was not to easy to accomplish. It took some work and more work and lots of pictures.

The Savannah area has some wonderful shops and some excellent images comes from them.

This is Alex, an old friend of mine.

So those are some images from her visit.  I hope to see many more visits from her in the future, I love to view the images later on, again and again.

So yeah, not an update here for a while.  The end of the school year is here, I got the flu and I have been in a pissed off mood.  We will leave it all at that and just get on with life I hope.  I have more or less banned myself from the only bar I go to because I can not stand some people anymore, they make life worse then high school.  But the future could be brighter, I am staying home a lot, spending less money .  So life yeah.

Life makes a music, a slow tune that throttles the bad things and lifts the good, though it never distinguishes which one is which. And then there are those moments where it pocks up and swings a quick little jig into the moment and you missed it before it ever began. You are the one who makes this music so make it however you wish and share it with those you want to, but quiet it around those that make bad music for they shall taint your song. Written 11-27-09 while I wrote papers.

Nu am mai trecut pe aici de foarte mult timp. Am avut un program foarte incarcat , putinul timp in care am deschis calculatorul irosindu-l pe mess. Timpul trece aiurea si partea proasta e ca se imparte intre scoala, institut si casa, de cele mai multe ori. Cel putin la mine cam asa e.

Saptamana asta a fost cel mai urat. Mai toti au avut vacanta , mai putin noi. Ce rost are sa pierdem materia ? Ce rost are sa mai dormim 3-4 ore in plus , cand putem sa ne ducem la scoala ? Stupiditati. Noroc cu mini vacanta asta pana miercuri !

De saptamana viitoare incep tezele si de abia astept sa trec de ele, ca toti dealtfel. Tot saptamana viitoare o sa am si ultimele cursuri la institut , pe care sper sa le reiau in ianuarie.Si tot saptamana viitoare ( ma tot repet ) o sa fie si ziua mea , adica 30, adica ultima zi de toamnaa , in sfarsit. O sa inceapa perioada cadourilor , sarbatorilor de iarna pe care le-am asteptat mereu. Au ceva special , ma inveselesc. Aa , era sa uit. Mady, unde facem revelionul ?!

Maine este targ de carte. Sper sa ajung si pe acolo, ar fi placut. E aiurea cand vrei sa mergi in atat de multe locuri , in aceeasi zi. Duminica vin acasa si de abia astept sa cantam , ca de fiecare data.

Am fost saptamana trecuta la 2012, noul fenomen. A fost frumos, efectele au fost geniale , actiunea pe masura , la fel si suspansul si toate cele, cu toate ca ma enerveaza ideea de sfarsit al lumii care se regaseste in n filme.

P.S :  La sfarsitul filmului ,a fost melodia asta si mi-a placut.

The plan for today was to have lunch, rent a bike and have a relaxing day at East Coast Park. It was not till we saw the crowd that we remembered it’s public holiday today. What a bummer!

Camwhoring in the car... Hehe...

Finally at East Coast and thank God for the parking lot. So off we go for lunch! Yummy yummy!

Waiting for my food, nothing better to do so take pictures lor! First few attempts weren't that pretty, this is the best shot. Hehe!

I used to have this huge craving for malay food (rendang) for a period of time. Last week was Tom Yum soup from Thai Express but not anymore! It's been taken over by Korean Kimchi Soup! I tell you... everytime when I'm hungry, I'll be craving for it! So today's lunch is none other than KIMCHI SOUP, actually also because there's no queue. Haha!

So... as I was saying, the plan was to eat, then rent a bike. But my smartie Hubby refused to rent a bike cos he feels that it's gonna rain and he was RIGHT! What will I do without him?..... Hmmm... get drenched! haha... Anyway, we took a winding stroll (passed the crowd) down East Coast Park and not long after, it started to pour. So, here's a picture from within our car. Thank God for shelter.

I love this picture! It's so artsy fartsy! Taken from our car glass roof!

Dinner at Cafe Cartel!This Hawaiian Pork Chop thingy... I give it 3 out of 5 stars. Not awful but not fantastic too.. But who cares, it's paid by our vouchers! Free meal! Yuppie!

Porkie Porkie... I'm gonna eat you... Mwahah...

Here's a nicer picture of me and Porkie (sounds like my friend, haha)... Think the food's too heaty, now I've got a pimple near my nose! Argh... it's so irritating!

Anyway, below are some random photos that I found in my hubby’s phone. Hehe… Check whether he got take photos with other girls ah! Just kidding!  

Okok… enough for today! I need my beauty sleep now cos I need to be at the airport at 6am to send my mom off to Korean! My mom’s going on a 8-day Korean-HK holiday and dinner this sunday for my dad lies in my hands! Eeeeks! I’m still thinking of what to cook without poisoning my dad. Haha… Nightz…

Think this was taken on our flight to Bali a few years back. (That was before marriage!)

Another picture of us...

Okok.. I get it! Enough of us... haha...

Enough of us... How about just me?

Think, this was a picture taken @ TCC on a date sometime ago. Nice food huh?

Just wanted to wish Gracepoint Davis Church folks a big Happy Thanksgiving! I’m very blessed to be a part of a church where God’s Words are received and applied personally through fellowship of love, truth, and grace. Thank you for sharing in this great journey of faith together all these years!

My parents drove up from LA yesterday and we were talking around the breakfast table about Project Angel Tree, a ministry that our church partners with every Christmastime.  Susanna stayed up until 3am last night reading an amazing book about the lady who started Project Angel Tree, Mary Kay Beard, who was once on the American’s Most Wanted list in the early 70’s.  (I’m sure Susanna will share later on about the book at the next occasion!)

As Susanna was sharing from the book about how the Gideons International ministry helped Mary Kay Beard come to know Christ, my dad told me that my grandfather was a Gideon in Korea (when he was an elder at Young Nak church)!  He was even a delegate from Korea to their annual convention in Anaheim decades ago.  He also apparently helped build more than 15 churches in Korea.  (He owned a lumber yard in Korea and so he frequently donated lumber and supplies to start churches and schools.)  My grandfather passed away many years ago, but I’m grateful that his sacrifice and giving touched many lives back then, and perhaps even now…

As we’re currently thinking about building church facilities and planting churches, I was reminded that it’s been that way from generation past all the way to now.  We’ve been entrusted with this baton of sacrifice and giving, to take (and give) to the next generation.  So many people laid down their lives and gave to the Lord so that we in this generation might receive new Life in Christ.  Let us thank God for them, committing to steward well this entrustment by giving ourselves to God’s work all the more.  That’s the happiest way to give thanks on Thanksgiving…

(BTW, if you’d like to sign up for this year’s Project Angel Tree outreach, please visit http://gracepointdavis.org/signup )

he told me,

“..you are like a bridge for the people.. if the bridge is broken, can the people still cross it?..”