Monday, September 30, 2002

and rockstar dreams are the winner!

wouldn't that be a great name for a racing horse? Rockstar Dreams. As God is my witness, i have copyrighted that name and if you are a billionaire thinking of naming your race horse - i demand royalties.

in any case, i had another dream about being a rockstar... well... sorta.

somehow, weezer needs a drummer because Pat (their regular drummer) wanted to play keyboards - so i convinced them to let me play in their concert. the only problem, and i only had one, is that i don't know how to play drums. i guess that has been a passion of mine as of late - to learn to play drums (aileen even bought me an electronic drum set for my birthday - she is so insane). in any case, back to the dream:

IN front of a huge crowd, weezer takes the stage with ANDY as their drummer. the crowd goes wild. RIVERS comes to ANDY and tells him what the setlist is.

RIVERS
Okay, so we're gonna open up with 'Holiday', 'Dope Nose' at ... 120 i think..., followed by 'El Scorcho' ...but i'm going to give a talk before then so wait for my cue... (he goes on with the setlist in band lingo)

andy looks very confused, trying to interject that he only knows how to play 'Island in the Sun' and that he's never played a real set of drums before - only electronic ones.

ANDY
um... okay.. well... i ... i sorta...

PAT (from the keyboard on andy's left)
don't sweat it dude. let's just play.

Rivers starts with the song and Andy starts hitting random drums to the beat. Eventually, he just plays the tab for 'Island in the Sun' for two songs with some crash cymbal alterations. Andy starts to worry about El Scorcho after barely surviving through Dope Nose, for El Scorcho starts with a small drum solo. However, Rivers comes to talk with Andy between songs.

RIVERS
so you think you know what you're doing?

ANDY
no... not really...

RIVERS
well, just play along man. i'm sure you can do it.

Rivers, BRIAN, and Pat start a very long conversation while Scott is in the background just hanging around the stage. The crowd starts getting rowdy and is mixed with boos and chants of "Weezer!" after waiting 10 minutes. The band starts snickering.

RIVERS
okay, let's play. Andy, start it up when i give you the cue.

Andy starts getting scared. As the audience starts to get up and leave the concert, Rivers comes to the front of the stage.

RIVERS
HEY! HAHA! WHERE ARE YOU ALL GOING?!

Suddenly from the back of a audience, a huge crowd of girls wearing t-shirts with the US Flag on front start storming the crowd. The crowd realizes this was all a set-up and all part of the show. Rivers looks at Andy to play the drum solo - and so he does. He plays it a little off starting with a cymbal instead of one of the drums, but the band eventually ad libs and starts the song. Andy continues to play the beat of 'Island in the Sun' and it sounds totally off.

After the song is done, the band decides to play another prank on the crowd and leaves the stage. The crowd is booing once again.

RIVERS
we'll be back soon! we just need to take a break, that's all! in the meantime, enjoy our cover!

another band walks in and starts to play music against the even louder boos and taunts of the crowd. Weezer and andy walk in the hallways to the cafeteria, laughing all the way. People are passing them but don't notice who they are. afterall, weezer is supposed to be on stage. they come to a table and sit. Brian starts chuckling.

PAT
why you laughing Brian?

BRIAN
(turns to andy) i can't believe the way you played drums tonite man!

everyone laughs. Andy feels dumb but still thinks it was definitely a fun experience.


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okay, so that was my dream last nite. maybe i should be a rockstar.

Thursday, September 26, 2002

so working for a car dealership is basically branding yourself as a no-good-money-scamming-shady scumbag. however, what if you work for a company that helps the car dealerships? for instance, what if you work for a company that provides the computer systems or marketing or other essential things for car dealerships? would that make you a shady person as well?

i mean, you're not working FOR a car dealership, but at the same time, you are. when people ask what you do, you have to tell them "i work for a consulting company for car dealerships." doesn't that just sound so shady?

Tuesday, September 24, 2002

i had a dream two nights ago about going to a christian concert where there were three stages and different groups performing on each stage. the first act that opened up was by a group of about 9 guys wearing t-shirts that said "SLUT 6". i think that was the name of the band they were in. they were swearing left and right and the audience around me were very astonished to see a christian band swearing so much. then Third Day opened up on the main stage and literally everyone ran to it, leaving the other two stages empty. i visited the other two stages and there was one group of 4, two asian guys, a caucasian girl, and i think a white male bassist weren't even performing but just talking to people who went to visit them.

it was definitely a weird dream.

Thursday, September 19, 2002

if i became a rockstar, would people judge me for not becoming a christian rockstar like steven curtis chapman or third day? would people judge me even more if i never made a reference that i was a christian or about God in my songs? i can sure think of some people who would...

i think i'd swear and cuss like a sailor just for them.

Wednesday, September 18, 2002

korea's pop music...

Monday, September 16, 2002

why i hate playing basketball:

1) i suck
2) i suck
3) i have bad shoulders - everytime i reach out to grab a rebound, i get a sharp pain from the back of my shoulders. this is all because of tennis.
4) in the 'physical' standpoint, it's just too confusing. when you are fouled, you are supposed to call it. but when you do call it sometimes, people think you are a whiner. so in my case, i never call the foul - causing my team to hate me even more. in the meantime, you can 'box out' but you can't do too much or else you're gonna get people in a fight.
5) i suck
6) because i suck, i never get the ball. when i do get the ball, i am so overly-excited, i don't know what to do. so i pass it. to the other team.
7) i think i'm being fancy, but then jason tells me to stop it because i look "way too awkward."
8) I SUCK
9) i am only 5'8". there is no way i will ever touch the rim at whim. ever. EVER.
10) i suck
11) when you play pick-up games with random people, and you suck like me, all you do is get your feelings hurt by taunts and snide comments. then all you want to do is chuck the ball at their face.
12) people suck

Friday, September 13, 2002

last nite i went to the Vanessa Carleton, Third Eye Blind, and Goo Goo Dolls concert. It was definitely a weird experience because Vanessa Carleton, of "1000 miles" fame, actually has talent. She played the piano really well and her voice sounded exactly the same as in the radio. However, this "cute" girl image of her was surprisingly shattered when all her songs were about hating people - friends, lovers, and even father. She told us that "1000 miles" was originally titled "Bitterlude" but her mom made her change it. Quite the surprise indeed.

When Third Eye Blind came on stage, the crowd just went crazy. There was this tall guy to my left, very built, and resembled a bouncer, who i thought was there for his asian girlfriend. It turns out, he was there for himself and third eye blind. When stephen jenkins burst onto stage opening with "Graduate," the dude next to me went crazy. Head banging like a 80's punk rocker, playing air guitar, playing air bass, playing air drums, kicking, screaming - his elbows kept on flying into my shoulder. Aileen watched this guy more than the actual concert during that song, enough to even get me annoyed. After they finished "Graduate", they went to "Blue" from their second album. The tough guy then crossed his arms and just nodded to the song, and every song after that which wasn't in the first album. "Not a true fan..." i thought to myself. I, on the other hand, went pretty crazy. 3eb used to be my favorite band until they started going more "mainstream," meaning the audience they cater to are mostly the same fans as N'Sync, Goo Goo Dolls, or even Britney Spears. That's completely fine with me, but i feel like they "sold out." So they are still top 3, but just not on the top. As of now, my favorites are Weezer, RHCP, and 3eb.
In any case, they played songs from their new album "crystal baller" that is going to be released next year - and it all sounded the same as their previous songs. Still good, just not 'new'.
3eb is known to be a great performing band rather than their musical talents. Every concert, Stephen Jenkins tries to connect with his audience and runs through the crowd to the back section and sing a couple songs in the back. Very crowd pleasing.

Then the Goo Goo Dolls came on, and although i have not really been to a lot of concerts, the set-up was insane. Weezer had pyro and the huge =W= in the back, and i thought that was cool. Goo Goo Dolls didn't have pyro - but they sure had everything else. They definitely connected with the crowd as well, waving to almost every person that waved at them during the performance. They looked like they enjoyed the crowd, especially their bassist Robby. They told some funny stories, used the F-word a lot (causing the 1000 moms to cover their 2000 little girl's ears), and their lead singer John even smoked a few cigarettes while he was playing lead guitar (a lot of people don't know they have two lead singers... Robby sings half of the songs and John sings the other half... it's just that only ths songs John sings are famous).

the strangest sight of the concert was an old couple sitting in front of us - the man was in the 50's and the woman in her 30's or 40's that were freaking each other. it was the weirdest thing because you could smell the pot and all they did was make out and freak each other. it was just the weirdest thing. they left somewhere for a while and then came back even more ... how should i say... horny. the old man tried to take the woman's shirt off! i mean, this couple was right in front of me, so it's not like i couldn't really look the other way. during the time they left, i think they dropped e, because they were also giving each other massages. in front of them, there was a family with a little girl who was no older than 8... and their mom was horrified. i think with all the cussing on stage, talking about sex on stage, the weird biker that danced like no other and took up his whole row next to them, and the old couple basically about to do it - that's the end of concerts for the little girl.

Wednesday, September 11, 2002

i'm alive.

so after posting something humorous about our President, here is the speech he gave this morning to honor the victims of 9/11. this is definitely the best speech i have heard from him yet:

click here

Tuesday, September 10, 2002

this is from www.dailyblah.com, a blogger site i frequently visit. the author of the blog is Chris Taylor, a writer for Time Magazine.

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I doubt many of you have missed this latest meme to go buzzing round our global network of fun and irreverence. It's a poem made of actual quotes from our illustrious President, compiled by Washington Post writer Richard Thompson to mark National Poetry Month. You've got to admit, malapropism in poetry is a strikingly original proposition; much more lively than the turgid surrealism coming out of the genre today. Perhaps W. (what a great name for a postmodern poet!) should put down the pretzel and pick up the quill?

MAKE THE PIE HIGHER
by George W. Bush

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.

Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?

They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, where
our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!

a lot of my coworkers think i am pretty crazy since i have been telling everyone that the world is going to end tomorrow. it's not like i'm one of those street evangelists or those crazy people on the street with sandwich board signs ringing bells, but i'm just scared that there will be another attack on our country that would affect several several people. the US is on a "high risk" alert today, meaning there is pretty good evidence of planned attacks. they have received news about planned car bombs, suicide attacks, etc.
other reasons why i think the world is going to end tomorrow - the paralyzed christopher reeve is regaining feeling, they are bringing star wars part I to iMax, the Palestinians Fatah Group have called off attacks on the Israelis, and i am actually starting to have a control on my money spending.

this brings me to my second thought: if the world were to end tomorrow, i don't think i am prepared. i know the Bible tells us to be prepared where Christ's return will come like a thief in the night, but honestly, i don't think i'm prepared for His return. it bothers me a lot that my faith isn't as strong as it used to be, and it really scares me of the possibility of going to Hell. there is nothing i want more to see God in Heaven, yet i know that i really don't deserve it - especially now.

when you think the world might end tomorrow, things just don't seem to carry the same weight as they used to. i don't regret the fact i never owned a nice car or got married or even had kids. those are things that would have been nice to experience, but things you just can't take with you.
my only two wishes are that everyone i know or have known were christian and that i myself was a better Christian, only to please and serve God.

Friday, September 06, 2002

uploaded more pics of some people hanging out after amy's birthday. i have the best coworkers.

click only if you have a barf bag in front of you. once you see me, you're going to want to hurl chunks.

as the NFL season kicks off, i wanted to write about this season's hopes and aspirations. basically, that's all i can ever have because my teams suck so bad.
so the San Diego Chargers were one of the worst teams last season after making a great start. i'm really hoping that they do well this season, but i know they won't.
what sucks even more is since they are not that good, their games won't really be broadcasted as often either. but in any case, here's to seau, brees, conway, flutie, and tomlinson.

it's time to start playing some football on xbox baby.

Thursday, September 05, 2002

i found this on craigslist :

I'm sorry I swallowed your bat

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Reply to: anon-5250991@craigslist.org
Date: Sun Aug 18 19:23:04 2002


Darling,
I know you don't want to see me or talk to me but please let me explain!

while you were out I let pedro out of his cage so he could catch the moths and I decided to do some practising for the gig next week and when I hit that falsetto part for our cover of 'bohemian rhapsody' he just flew straight in my mouth! ... it was terrible. The poor little guy just flew straight in and down and didn't hardly touch the sides.

I went straight to the bathroom and shoved my fingers down my throat but it must have taken too long because by the time I got him back up he was gone. It was a pathetic sight, the poor little guy.

I think his sonar must have been jammed at that critical moment by my falsetto voice and he misjudged his swoop and went in my mouth.

I know, its hard to believe but strange things happen all the time! maybe it was fate, maybe pedro had to move on, maybe he'll be incarnated again as our child that you carry even now in your womb.

Please forgive me darling and come back .. I buried pedro right next to mitsy in the backyard who you know he loved, you could at least come and pay your last respects to him


please forgive me ....






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Wednesday, September 04, 2002

this is an e-mail i wrote apologizing to one of my students for arriving really late. what follows was his response.


i'm really sorry about today. i took the day off so i was at home, but as i was leaving for the lesson my garage door jammed so my car was stuck in my garage - until my roommate came home early to help me manually lift the garage door. so i left for the lesson pretty late and got there around 5:10, and i guess you left already since nobody was at the courts.

anyways, if you would like to reschedule, i won't charge you for the lesson since i feel bad for inconveniencing you today.

thanks again,
andy

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Andy,
I owe you an apology (and a payment). I also took the day off and therefore forgot all about the lesson. Let's reschedule.

one of the mostest grossest thingest everest is someone else's residual leftover poop in the toilet. i guess something worse than that is someone else's residual leftover poop in your pants or food.

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