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| this much needed update is for my female fans, you know who you are. some of you go too far though, honestly, do you really think i would marry you even though we have never met??? i keed, i keed.
rant #1: to the business schools of the following institutions (harvard, stanford, wharton and kellogg) i would like to say that i never really wanted to go to your poopy school anyways. [tear trickles down cheek]. just kidding. everything happens for a reason - in this case, it is so i can assume my rightful place on the throne as the hamburger king of san diego.
your soon-to-be new favorite place to eat in sd
revelation #1: i have been enthralled by the world cup and i think soccer is truly the "beautiful game". anyways, watching the korean national team has made me ponder the following question, "how would my life be different if i grew up in korea?" after much thought, i have come to these two conclusions: (i) i would probably have really, really bad hair and (ii) i would be on the korean national soccer team. i truly believe i have equal, or greater, God-given physical talent/athletic ability than any player on the team. but actions speak louder than words - i formally challenge any member of the korean national team to a footrace. someone out there has to be cousins with the wife of the guy who delivers jjah-jjhang-myun to someone on the team. pass the word, i am looking for them - and i got a pair of scissors and some hair dye too...
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So, "Leon's
Meats" has come and gone and I must say that I had a truly blessed
time. Not only did I spend quality time
with my beloved brothers and sisters of LHCC, but I also learned a tremendous
amount from the sermons and group discussions - all which have helped me put my
life, pending business school decisions, etc. into proper perspective. It is with this renewed spirit that I logged
onto the church website yesterday, hoping to see wonderful pictures that
captured the beautiful essence of the retreat - people spending quality time
with one another, praising God and learning from the Word of the Lord. Thankfully, and to my delight, I found many
pictures like this.
But much to
my HORROR and CHAGRIN, I also came across several other pictures. Here they are:
Jesus was speaking to me from my shoe...

Don't ask me why Jin wasn't praying too??? Freakin' sinner.

So
if I tilt my hat like this will it shield me from all the blood as I
punish Brian for taking and posting all these pictures on the church
website?

A layperson
who sees these photos is likely to wonder, "Hey, isn't that Tom sleeping
during service?" Yes, I am guilty,
I was asleep in these photos. But for me
to continue in this entry without applauding Brian for taking these photos
would be a downright crime - the photographic skill and timing involved in
capturing the split second I was sleeping on three separate occasions is
uncanny. Truly humbling. At the same time, my sense of awe and praise
is coupled with a genuine concern for my fellow brother. In order to capture these three nano-seconds
on film must have meant he was paying an inordinate amount of time and
attention on me and NOT on Pastor Nam - to be honest, I usually expect this
type of adoration/fixation from the ladies but from a man? I am scared.
And I still
cannot understand something - those who think they know the answer feel free to
chime in. How is it that there are 37
pictures of me sleeping and not ONE picture of the 5 grown men who had the
heads crammed into women's pantyhose? Perplexing.
Shout
out to the Kimchee Jun-Gol crew - funding your gluttony was truly my pleasure.
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| this is the year...here is my new shirt, which should arrive in a week. sam cassell for president.
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hello fans, it has been a while since i last wrote - please,
stop sending me emails and flowers to my house, etc. - it is getting
embarrassing, really. i am ok. sometimes you ladies are soo
aggressive i just don't know how to react.
anyways, as we come back to reality, a lot has happened since my last post -
came back from the lanka (which was a great experience), went to greece and france (albeit for work) and got
bootyslammed (that is a technical/finance term) at work. i have been busy
to say the least but i must say that things have been pretty cool - once work eases up more things will be "coolest"? i am retarded.
well, enough about my life, let's cut to the chase. we all know why the
13,452 people who subscribe to this xanga come here and that is to read my
random musings and insights on life. here are today's installments.
confession #1 (dedicated to the formatting queen of my kingdom): there
are some shady guys out in the world. i am
convinced there is a huge rock in some dark forest somewhere from which all of these
nasty dudes crawl out from under every once and a while. now, before this starts sounding like some
kind of lesbian-manhater xanga diatribe I would like to clarify. Most men, LIKE MY FRIENDS AND I, are NOT
slimeballs. for those who know me well, that is usually an unspoken truth. regardless, my friends and i believe in upholding the
time-honored traditions of chivalry and gentlemenshipismology. with
that said, there are some dumb-arse guys
out there who are freaking ruining the general perception of the male
species
that my friends and I have spent 25-odd years to uphold and defend,
being the gallant knights on horseback that we are (sweet image huh?). but what makes matters worse, these dumb guys
are usually the "braver" ones of our species, so it is safe to say
that women, in general, come in contact with these losers more often than they
do the knights of the round table (once again, guys like my friends and i). so
what is a girl to do? though many of you regard me as smart,
insightful and all-knowing, i must be honest when i say i do not know
the answer to that question. all i can say is be
careful. some guys are nice (once again, guys like my friends and
i, for example) but other guys are just dogs - and not cute little
terriers, etc. but i am talking about nasty
pitbull/weinerdog-funkybreed dogs with three legs, one eye and a bad
attitude.
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| sri lanka
the article above talks about the city of galle, where i will be going. 200 homes have been built (which is great) but 6,000 are needed (a lot left to do). singlehandedly, i think i will be able to knock out about 235 in my week there, but that still leaves a lot. God willing it will get done.
on another note, i have a simple math equation for you...the flight to sri lanka is 29 hours + 4 hours to the city of galle. the total, of course, is 33 hours. now, let us subtract from that value the battery life of my ipod, 5 hours, and we arrive at 28 hours. 28 hours people. aside from the times of personal reflection and meditation, that means i am going to basically go insane. don't get my wrong, i am a pretty independent person as it is, but even i have my breaking points. well, i plan on taking a notebook so i could write some stuff down but aside from sketching the face of every single person on the plane i really am at a loss for what to do. please, write me with your suggestions and/or sweater size because i plan on knitting about 35 of them.
oh, and my prayers go out to those who left today for thailand.
and to the ex-roommate mr. lee, good to hear that you might be coming back to socal - i knew you missed sleeping in such close proximity to me. that sounded terrible.
oh, and to comment on my last post, funny how all the ladies seemed to disagree with my supercomputer's findings while the males (who are all good guys) seemed to agree with me. just further evidence that the bad boys have already infiltrated your minds!!! just kidding, please don't kill me. | | |
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