MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR.

during our senior year of high school, we had to create some sort of group presentation. so knowing how cool we were, we of course made a rap video that summarized the american revolution.

here are the outtakes (right click and save target as...).

i also have a video of our end of the year asian club party... let me know if you want to post that.

steve and carloyn looking up ... at me. cuz i'm so tall. 

getting some time with the new couple. 

on the way to nyc, ann told jason that her mom thought he seemed like the "photogenic" type. let's see if that holds true. 

oh boy... 

jason is on his way to losing it... well no, he's lost it. 

definitely lost it. 

jason and wayne handing out the jolly rancher shots. 

drunk benny, drunk jason, and fun wayne 

steve and carolyn 

wayne and ann 

me and ann at black bear's 

at the subway station 

the gang at the bar 

housework sucks. i really don't look forward to owning a house, especially the amount of time you put into fixing things as well as the property taxes my parents have to pay (about $1000 a month!!!!!).

in any case, i've been meaning to write about temptation. is temptation ever a good thing? temptation only comes when it is either something you should not be doing or something with great risk (these two are independent - for example, you are trying to win a NASCAR race and the only way to do it is by making a dangerous maneuver).

if resistance to temptation is one measure of how much self-control one has, i would place very very low on the scale. i fall to temptation so easily, i am probably very low on Satan's list of challenging people. on certain things, nothing can ever made me budge... but only on a very few things. for instance, i will always resist the temptation to murder or get on all fours and bark like a dog during class (just kidding - i can never resist that temptation). but for other things like having that one last beer, or writing wayne's telephone number on the bathroom wall - i have very little hesitation, even though it's wrong.

there are people worse than i am (jason) and people that place very high on the temptation scale (steve). how do people resist temptation so well? stubborness? confidence? shameless-ness? there are probably a lot of factors, but i guess the point of the story is, everyone has certain temptations that are very hard to resist regardless of how you place on the scale. so if you want to manipulate someone, then find out what he/she cannot resist the temptation to and exploit it. but the REAL point of the story is, i am very tired because i am averaging 5 hours of sleep.

jedi car wars

from my sister:

http://www.comeclean.com/

http://www.skyhighairlines.com/

AP pulls out of BCS?

Republican leader of the California Senate introduces resolution calling for the dissolution of the Bowl Championship Series.

In the wake of Texas leapfrogging Cal for a BCS bowl bid, the Charlotte Observer announces it will no longer vote in the AP football poll.

simply awesome.

maybe the students should stage another historic sit-in at the BCS headquarters!

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my last two dinner conversations with my mom:
yesterday - kobe bryant and his feud with karl malone
tonight - texas robbing cal out of the rose bowl. that was fun, since my parents are texas alum. my mom was saying that texas deserves to go to the rose bowl because, according to an espn analyst, the bcs unfairly biases cal over texas.

what my mom made for dinner:
yesterday - new york strip steak marinated with "special blend" that was marinated for a couple days with grilled onions and mushrooms, with japanese salad with ginger dressing on the side
today - poached croaker fish stuffed with rosemary, thyme, and parsley with lemon and other stuff (i didn't eat it, because i had the leftover steak).

i love my mom.

weird dream last night... dreamt that carolyn from the apprentice was arrested whlie observing a project because she refused to pay mcdonald's for the food she got since they screwed up, and the mcdonald's manager called the cops for it. wouldn't that be an awesome twist? carolyn getting arrested?

there was a lot more good stuff in the dream but i am too lazy to type it out.

when trying to catch a flight home yesterday, i thought i was in a win/win situation. there was one flight i was trying to catch was overbooked and i was on stand-by. if i could not get on the flight, not a problem. i would just get a hotel, rent a car, and then work until tuesday and fly back then. if i DID get on, i would be going home to jersey to see my family and eat, eat, eat, xbox, and eat. win/win right?

wrong.

i got on the flight as the very last person (i should have been on earlier since i was #2 on the standby list, but the gate agent screwed up), and on my right was a man who probably thought the two seats were his or at least should have bought them. his left leg was completely in my leg space and his left arm was about two inches into my side. whenever he reached for his computer, his elbow woud literally be 1 inch from my face. he was a black male (for steve and jason purposes), who i swear could have been either a linebacker or a sumo wrestler. he was a drummer from the caribbean, who reeked with incense. even his breath. how do i know he was a drummer, aside from his bandana and dreadlocks that were extremely long (and smelly)? he decided to play drum beats for 1.5 hours on his laptop and practice them using is air drums - without any headphones. sure, i like music but you try being crammed in a very very small space being forced to listen to drum beats for that long. the only thing i could think of was getting off that plane. what else? well, i had a rum and diet coke thinking that alcohol would be the solution to my problem as i usually think it is. but nope, my cup was leaking and made a big mess. the person to MY left, who happened to be a real nice guy, gave me his napkins and grabbed an extra cup and napkins for me - but it was too late. i downed the entire drink cuz it was leaking at a real fast rate.

two hours pass, and we should have been in jersey by now. the captain comes on the pda and announces that we have been circling greensboro, north carolina (ironically, my airport at school) the past two hours because newark put a holding pattern on us... and that we were out of fuel were going to land in baltimore. great. just perfect. the passengers become very pissed and noisy, and i'm praying that nobody knows i am an @irtr@n employee, despite all the company papers i have been (trying) to read. of course, even though it isn't the airline's fault at all, they blame the airline for everything. the people behind me are EXTREMELY angry, and start cussing out loud, dropping the F bomb every 1.2 seconds. so we land, nobody is allowed to get off the plane, i get up as FAST as i can and just hang out in the aisle. we refuel, then de-ice, then take off. the man behind me is told to put up his tray table, and he literally slams it shut as hard as he can, causing me and the man next to me to jolt forward. luckily, the man next to me is "cool" so he just ignores it. in the meantime, i'm thinking, 'thank God i am not the incredible hulk... cuz if i were...'

so we continue to newark and the flight is not that bad. the huge man next to me decided to use his ipod to listen to music since his laptop batteries died. but like all musicians, he turns the volume of his ipod to the max, so i could still hear everything.

finally land in newark, and i have to grab my luggage. i originally only had a carry-on, but the stewardess made me check it in since there was no more overhead space. so because of that, i miss my train (by 2 minutes) and have to take the next one. so it's 1am, and i am finally home.

whew, what a day. at least my luggage wasn't lost, like aileen's.

why didn't i just ask the huge black man to turn down the volume? right. like you would.

as you all know, i have many problems. but i'm just going to write about one.

i cannot walk up or down stairs well at all. this is something that has been with me for as long as i can remember - probably because i fell down a flight of stairs once when i was a kid.

i have to either watch where i am stepping or hold on to a rail, otherwise i lose balance and almost fall over. if there was a race to run up and back down the stairs, then i would be dead last. i have to really concentrate. for instance, yesterday when i was helping aileen move into her new place, i had to literally tell myself which leg was supposed to go next (side note, aileen's new place is on the top floor of a 4 story complex by the way... and having a girl that could barely lift an empty box doesn't help... my arms are so freaking sore).

so yeah, that's the story in a nutshell.

on an unrelated story, some radio station brought in two chefs and made the office breakfast, which included bagels, bacon strips, customized omelets, and some other stuff. i came in too late so the only thing i could eat was about 10 strips of bacon and warm orange juice. oh and some fruit.

i'm about to start a petition to get pj to update, cuz he's a lazy bum.

i also have a stash of quotes that i can use to blackmail him.

exhibit 1:
pjchoi: hbo was doing this thing on male strippers though
pjchoi: that was pretty awesome

and... that does it.

after looking at the grades i got from my last quarter and concluding that these grades are a complete crapshoot, i am done with studying. you can find me at the bars, starting january.

last week was insane. papers, exams, presentations, and to top it off, interviews. but now that school is over, do i have time for a little R&R? nope. friday morning my interviews ended, then flew to atlanta to hang out with aileen and her parents for the weekend for apartment hunting and graduation. then since monday, i have been working. in the evenings, i will be helping aileen move (across the street) and christmas shopping. whew!

i think we should have a contest to see who can think of the best name for the acronym: BCS

it's definitely not bowl championship series. i can think of a ton, but then i would be sinning.

(kinda sad that nobody is updating even though i'm the one with finals!)

looks like the next stage of my life is going to be in atlanta (for now at least)

it will be sad to see the day i leave winston-salem. such a nice little place...also the 1.50 beers, $500 rent, $10 50 piece chicken mcnuggets, $8 1 large 1 topping papa john's.

on that note...join us.

"i'm jealous of girls because they get to wear dresses!" - rod flanders

pj:

hate to say it... but i've been saying it since the beginning.

you like how espn calls it "juice?"