fly fly fly away from here.

today, wednesday, at 4:51 PM, i was standing by the printer when i realized my fly was open. also, i had not gone to the bathroom all day. holler.

work work.

so there's this guy at work who sits around me. nice enough kid i guess but whatever. anyway, he's CONSTANTLY on the phone with his friends talking about the randomest garbage from what to wear at broadway shoes ("oh, you have to dress up for the fancy ones") to the most recent club he went to the past weekend where i will bet money he probably did not talk to any girls but boasts to his buddies about all the "fine laydays" he's met. but here are a couple of his more ridiculous lines.

"i'll catch you on the flipside"

catch you on the flipside? CATCH YOU ON THE FLIPSIDE??????? (multiple question marks indicate my incredulity) who is this guy, a ninja turtle? COWABUNGA DUDE!

"talk to you later, kimosabe"

omg.... omg omg omg omg.... un-frikkin-believable. i actually snorted when he said that and then quickly pretended i had a boogie in my nose... by sticking a finger up a nostril... ok, maybe he came out looking better in this scene, but still. kimosabe. i can't believe it! kimosabe!

you know, there's a lot of generic "office talk" out there, guys passing each other saying the requisite greetings, "how are ya, phil?" "doing well, jim. yourself?" "just living the dream, my man, living the dream." everyone seems to be enamored with referring to other people by nicknames usually reserved for grandchildren.

-hey, star, how's it hanging.
-not so bad, slugger, what about you?
-see that guy? he's a freakin hitter. (meaning he's a stud in the biz. like he hits home runs. or something like that.)
-oh yea, but you're not too shabby yourself, superstar.

it's somewhat ironic that in a business where a great majority, if not everyone, is either in the upper class or on their way there, people still talk to each other like they're jocks showing off in the locker room. if i were as rich as some of the people here are, i'd never let them refer to me with such asinine nicknames, much less look me in the eye. "when i enter the room, all eyes must immediately be averted towards the ground. should you feel the need to address me, i will respond with the clapping of my hands, 1 to signify yes, 2 to signify no, and 3 to signify you're fired. also, i will only acknowledge your query when you call upon me as O Great Dunce."

but anyway, i swear, if someone ever calls me sparky, they're getting the special dunce headbutt to the chest.

fantasy football update.

i'm currently 1st place in a league of 10 friends. 6-1 with 556 points. the next closest in record is 4-3 and the next closest in points is 486. i would normally talk a lot of smack here but the last time i did that, i lost to steve yoon and i think my penis may have shrank a bit from that affair. besides, i don't want to jinx my winning record/inevitable victorious season/eventual takeover of the entire world/reception of the award for greatest management for a fantasy football team in the history of the world. hehe.

anyway, in our league, we have a commissioner who likes to put up announcements each week. here's his latest. he's pretty funny, i guess. i dunno. whatever. here it is.

steve yoon and gentlemen, we are now halfway through our season and i am pleased to announce that the league now boasts a new top 4. elevated and chostars_reign have displaced perennial members of the elite, blahblah and JhK1, as well as the always dangerous joepoe allstars. although ToO DaMn GoOd is in the midst of a 3 game losing slide, he still has managed to maintain a ranking in the top 4 thanks to an unbelievable string of fortune in the early goings of the season. chostars_reign is riding a hot streak of 4 straight wins behind santana moss' monster season despite his insistence on using vick and a touch of bad luck with baltimore defense not living up to anywhere near expectations. Sex Panthers has not yet registered a loss since a fluke week against ToO DaMn GoOd (which is getting increasingly annoying to type) and this week, faces his cute alcoholic brother, kik yo @ss, who finds himself in last place. whether these standings will endure til season's end is still a guess, but a new power shift is taking place in the league, as evidenced by the increasing number of
moves.

this week's game of the week was a high-scoring affair between elevated and ToO DaMn GoOd. ToO DaMn GoOd put up a heroic effort despite the season-ending injury to Ahman Green but still fell short of elevated's lethal combination of Edgerrin James (whom elevated did not want to draft) and Brett Favre. congrats to elevated for squeaking out the win.

finally, the commissioner's office would like to leave you all with a fitting song to close off week 7: "the cheese stands alone. the cheese stands alone. hi ho the dairy-o the cheese stands alone."

this guy's a genius

last year, little used phoenix suns reserve forward paul shirley kept a running blog of events during the season as well as the postseason

http://www.nba.com/suns/news/shirley_blog.html

http://www.nba.com/suns/news/shirley_playoff_blog.html

for the mentally challenged, the link with "playoff_blog" in it is his blog from the postseason.

this guy's pretty funny though. here are a few of my favorite lines:

"Jake Voskuhl and I did get to watch our fellow end-of-the-bench mate, Bo Outlaw, get into the game. He managed to fire up one of his patented 'I can’t believe a professional basketball player shoots the ball that way' jump shots, but with limited success. He did get in the box score though. "

"I am afraid Memphis may get kicked out of the league. I could be mistaken, but I think they started three white guys— three American white guys at that. I am pretty sure there is a rule against that somewhere—some kind of quota, I think. Maybe I am wrong."

"We had today off, which is good news for my legs. Exhaustion is about to set in, what with all these 40+ minute nights I have been putting in…Wait…I somehow got confused and thought I was writing Shawn Marion’s journal entry. Sorry about that. Anyhoo, a day off is always a good idea, in my book. If I were a slightly more conscientious basketball player, I would have used the extra time to do some weightlifting or conditioning. Since I am not, I went to the beach. "

"We started off like a ball of fire, making up for our errant shots in Atlanta several fold. The Bobcats, on the other hand, were flailing away at the exact opposite end of the spectrum. They looked like a CBA team—fitting, since their arena and fans fit that mold. In the early going, Charlotte was nearly as inept as the Hawks were the night before. Jason Kapono started off on about a 1 for 10 tear and it appeared that the rout was on. I began considering the possibility that there could very well be a bit of playing time in the offing and started paying at least cursory attention to what was going on in timeouts, in case Coach D’Antoni said something like, 'From now on tonight, everyone will be shooting with his left hand. Deviation from this plan of attack will result in castration immediately following the game.' I would really hate to miss one of those instructions, come out firing, and because of my own mental lapse, ruin the rest of my life. (That was an example of some unneeded verbosity. When I sign my book deal, someone will have to teach me how to actually write.) "

"Why do fat girls think that tight clothes are going to somehow enhance their overall appearance? It actually does the exact opposite. Also, do these people buy homes that are not equipped with mirrors? Even a stainless steel toaster would probably do enough of a reflecting job to tell some of the hosses I saw wandering around this evening that it might have been a better idea to leave the not-so-little strapless number in the closet."

anyway, i'll let you guys read the articles b/c they're pretty hilarious (make sure you start from the bottom b/c it's the earliest entry and then move up... you guys are smart, i'm sure you'll figure it out). he's got a real dry wit about him that i really admire. i wish i could write like this. but not talk like this. imagine if you really talked like that. it'd be funny for a little bit but then it's gotta get weird. "i do believe that the fellow is quite bothered by his hamstring. rather." gtfoh, man.

but whatever, this dude's funny.

for someone who works 80+ hour weeks (some weeks hehe), i have too much free time.

gotta have faith.

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=deckert/051019

"we know intuitively that choice is necessary for love to be real"

this is an interesting article talking about the recent controversy over a new jersey (holla! greatest state in the continental united states and you can throw alaska in there too so really, we only get beat by hawaii and in reality, it's pretty close b/c the food in jersey has no peer. i repeat FOOD IN JERSEY HAS NO PEER!!!) high school football coach who quit after being forbidden to lead his team in prayer by the school administration.

the article itself is ok but that one quote above stuck out to me when i read it. it made me think about the relationship between "choice" and "love". in the article, the writer references the Christian faith and talks about how faith (or love, perhaps a suitable substitute for faith in the majority of its usages) is a choice. in fact, he goes so far as to state that "one of the bedrock premises of biblical faith is that God gives everyone a choice." interesting.

i don't know whether the writer is a believer or not but his belief that faith as a choice is a "bedrock premise" of the Christian faith is entirely misleading. currently, two mainstream schools of thought concerning this issue exist. one, predestination, offers the view that our faith is already established even before we grace this world. God chooses us before we choose Him, ironically, the exact opposite of what the writer believes. the other, free will, declares that the road to God is a choice we have to make on our own, that our faith is not pre-determined mainly because if it were, it would be a false faith. kind of like how i knew i was going to uva but i put up the pretense of thinking maybe i'll go to bc or rutgers when the whole time, my parents knew i was going to uva and humored my random ramblings about other colleges and then when we visited uva, would drop these outrageous lines like "omg, the weather here is sooooooooo nice" or "wow these trees are so pretty... are those pink leaves?" by the end of the day... actually more like noon, i was fed up and was just like "OK I'LL GO TO UVA LET'S JUST GO BACK HOME TO NEW JERSEY WHERE I CAN EAT IN PEACE JEEZ". and that's how i ended up at uva. oh, did nobody know that i didn't want to go uva at the beginning lol rofl lmao?

anyway, personally, i believe in an amalgam of the two. i don't think either one can exclusively exist outside of the other because taken individually, both compartmentalize God into a being i don't believe He is. on the side of predestination, we're all basically robots, created to eventually "find" our way into heaven or hell, depending upon a random allotment decided at the dawn of time? then what's the point of life? why not just make us angels (or demons) and be done with it? and the argument that our inner character decides our fate doesn't make sense either because our inner characters are given to us, no? on the side of free will, this basically states that God has no idea what we're doing and He's trusting us with the keys to the Porsche which we can either bring back home safely at 11:00 or crash and burn on our way to Tijuana. at the worst, we have a clueless God. at the best, He's a scientist in the "observation" phase of the scientific method.

whatever, i could talk about this for hours and end up in the same place i started and this isn't even the point of this entry. basically, the original quote, "we know intuitively that choice is necessary for love to be real", hit me because i'm not so sure if choice has anything to do with love.

can we truly choose who we love? would our parents have chosen us if they knew how we would turn out? would we choose to fall in love with that girl who we knew was going to use us for all of our worldly goods and then leave us for a guy with a much bigger... err... bank account? the simple answer is no.

after we fall into love, then we may make the choice of continuing in our chase, hoping to cash in on our wild hopes that somehow, this love will work, somehow, this choice to make love work will be the trick. but certainly, we do not choose who we fall in love with. ask anyone with a broken heart. ask everyone.

love is probably the single most misunderstood and mislabeled sentiment in human existence. "i love this car", "i love ice cream", "i love the new kids on the block", "i love lamp". but love is not a feeling. love is an experience, a relationship, a constantly evolving organism that does not under any circumstances emanate constant sensations of euphoric bliss.

basically, love is not a choice at all. it's an ephemeral butterfly that flits and teases unceasingly and when it finally lands on something, you gotta make the "choice" to pursue that something, to continue exploring this new love. that's the relationship between love and choice. you don't choose love. love chooses you. and sometimes, you make a choice to leave that love behind.

much like coach borden chose to leave behind one love when another one was threatened.

reading is good.

reading is good. everyone should read. these are 2 of my favorite articles.

http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/articles/050725fa_fact2

a really good but long article about nyc and its counter-terrorism efforts... the people on the watchtowers know what they're doing.

http://men.style.com/gq/features/landing?id=content_301

this one's my favorite article ever. not just for its style or content, which is a subject close to home, but because of the way it captures the essence and emotion of the writer while allowing the reader to view the entire scenario from an objective distance. just a great read and 1 that, simply through association, offers an intrusive glimpse into the abyss that is my soul. hehe. note: as a warning, this article is really long.... 23 (short) pages so i guess you'll read it only if you're really interested in me... tee hee i'm blushing

video games are good too.
http://www.flashgames247.com/game/flash-adventure-games/sonic-the-hedgehog.html

sonic... need i say more?

nba finals prediction

the heat will be the champions of 2006.

i'm not an expert but i just like basketball and the nba and this is my site so if you don't like it or think i'm spewing nonsense, then gtfoh. and if you don't know what gtfoh is then you ain't in it. anyway, this pick isn't really a wild bold prediction but with a lot of "experts" touting detriot, indiana, and san antonio as the class of the league, i feel like the heat are getting pushed to the side, especially with all the supposed chemistry issues they'll be facing with all the new players.

first, i'll address the chemistry issue. i don't think it's gonna be a problem. next issue. okok, obviously, they got a lot of new pieces and they lost key role players. but talent wise, they've gotten upgrades everywhere. besides, jason williams is a true point guard. yeah, he shoots a lot and maybe too early, but he won't on this team. he knows he's the 3rd if not 4th option on this team and besides, he's friends with shaq and shaq will keep him in line. not b/c he's shaq and he's huge but b/c they're friends. when friends tell you to do something, you usually take their advice a lot better than when some random dude does. also, posey is a very solid defender and with everyone saying "oh now that eddie jones is gone, dwyane wade's gotta step it up" which he can definitely do, he might not have to. the only real problem is antoine walker who as everyone knows, is a selfish bum and he's ugly and his shimmy has got to be the single most annoying thing in the world. at least shaq's monster strut after dunks is funny. antoine looks like a reject from the thriller video. http://p089.ezboard.com/finsidehoopsfrm1.showMessageRange?topicID=57925.topic&start=1&stop=20 one time, some reporter asked him "why do you shoot so many 3s?" and he goes "because there are no 4s" ... ummm... great. but 3 point shooting is what the heat needed anyway so he fits. and if he doesn't and he acts out, he'll bow to shaq too. if not, he'll sit and udonis haslem will hold it down.

secondly, they got shaq. he's still shaq. and he said he felt "weak" last year so he decided to build up more muscle. more muscle!!! he's shaq!!! do you know how big he is? ask chris kwon, he knows how big shaq's wang is!!!

thirdly, they got dwyane wade, the best player with the worst phoenetically spelled name in the nba. and arguably just the best player in the nba (no comments about kobe, tmac, lebron, i said arguably. actually at the rate of my comment count, nobody's gonna leave comments anyway so feel free). if this guy didn't go down in the series against detroit with an abdominal injury, the heat own detroit and move on to take the spurs down in 6.

fourthly, i'll discuss why the teams mentioned at the beginning of this entry will not win. the pistons are garbage. now that they've lost larry brown, they're going to lose their defensive identity. flip saunders is the new coach and he likes letting his players get loose and just play. which did wonders in minnesota, btw. i just don't see detroit being the same "team" they were as last year, and being that "team" is what got them so far because individually and on separate teams, none of them prospered.

san antonio is definitely solid. they won last year, they got tim duncan and ginobli, arguably just as effective as shaq and wade, and even more depth on their bench with nick van exel and michael finley. but i thought the heat could've taken them last year, and i think they can this year. nick's old now and he's still a competitor but he is old. and on defense, he's not stopping the real jason williams or dwyane. and finley's even older and further gone. he might put in 1 good night in a while but that's it. besides, i think haslem can do a better job of guarding duncan than nazr can with shaq.

i think the team to beat this year for the heat is indiana. they got a really really strong team and they'll finally be able to show their stuff this year. i thought last year's team was better than detroit and with artest back and, according to him, ready to play "out of control", they're pretty scary. plus they added that european dude, sebastian or something like that jusneinvkajfklajsfkl;fakl whatever. he's good. i watched him play last year or a couple years back in some international championship thing and he tore it up. he was just shooting the lights out and he demanded the ball everytime in clutch situations and hit everytime. i think he singlehandedly beat italy or something that year. he's a shorter, stouter, whiter reggie miller.

so that's why the heat will win. the rest of the east (cleveland may be surprising) ain't gonna do squat and the west has embraced some real parity over the past couple years. especially with perennial powers sacramento, dallas, l.a., and minnesota taking big steps backwards the past year and with the suns losing amare for the better half of the season (not to mention if he'll even be the same). heat in 06 baby. dwyane wade is league MVP. and ROY will be rashard mccants. and david lee is gonna be nasty. and ha seung jin is so ugly.

raining on friday

it's been raining straight for over a week now. i really hate the rain. i just don't like getting wet. even when we go to six flags and stuff, i hate water rides. what's so fun about them? i don't get it. you get on this stinky ass boat crammed next to some fat dude with the most offensive BO possible and suh doesn't even have the decency to wear a t-shirt so i can feel his hairy arms rubbing up and down mine as the boat moves. then you have this nasty filthy water just wash all over you and stink you up for the rest of the day. whoo hoo! sounds like a blast to me!

seriously, i don't understand this. it's like running underneath a gutter when it's raining and taking a shower under all the gunky leaves, dirt, bacteria, trash, nastiness and then running away like YAY SO MUCH FUN!

speaking of rain, here's a second-hand story. my friends were in cancun playing taps in the pool and then it started raining. thunder and lightning and everything. of course, everyone knows what to do when it starts raining and you're in the pool: you get out and go inside. for you idiots who are thinking, "why? you're already wet, why not just stay in the pool, you can't get more wet lol" it's b/c lightning and water kill. it's a combination with effects similar to korean women and SUVs. anyway, so everyone runs in and meanwhile, my friends keep playing. i think they explained their reasoning as "yo there wasn't any lightning" or "the lightning was mad far" or "lightnings not THAT strong"

anyway, it better stop raining soon or somebody gonna get a hurt real bad... somebody... i'm not gonna say who...

good luck to dk and kwon at turningstone... spread the OT name far and wide.

birth.

it's mad annoying when people start blogging/xangaing and they start it off by being like "hi~ guys!~~! this is my first post, i finally gave in to the craze lol but don't worry i won't be cheesy and talk about how dramatic and starved for attention i am lol rofl lmao"

anyway. this is my first post. hehe. hi guys!

i'm basically gonna use this site from work, put out some thoughts, messages to friends, etc. nothing too crazy, nothing too deep, i'll try not to take myself too seriously, and if anyone other than my friends reads this, i'll be surprised. actually, i'll be surprised if anyone of my friends reads this too. whatever.