I’m almost 25 years of age. During all those years, I’ve been a quiet person, but I wasn’t blind to things. I have observed and analyzed all kinds of different situations and planned the best way to tackle those situations when I would have to face them. I think that when you observe, you learn many important things that you can pass on to other people. I mean~ that is how it is with old people. They are considered wiser because they have experienced “life”. I challenge you guys to become an observer of your life and the life around you.
“Be an Observer of Life.
Gaining wisdom from carefully observing life
is not a substitute for action -
it is a prerequisite for informed action.”
- jlh
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Earthquake story
So I was in Panera Bread studying when the earthquake happened. I didn't notice it... My cousin texted me saying that there was a small earthquake at Downingtown and then gchat statuses were filled with the word "earthquake". I thought really hard if I actually felt it and come to think of it... I did. I was sitting on this chair and then I felt someone rocking my chair. I thought it was a rude little kid rocking it. I turned around and saw no one... there was no one even around me. I literally then thought that it was a ghost shaking my chair... Because it was day time, I didn't really care about a ghost. So... I did feel it....
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
STOP NOW!
Whatever you might be doing that is frustrating you, STOP! Step back, pause and reflect on the true importance of the task. Meditate and observe and DO a better way in reaching your goal, if there is one. If not, don't stop until completion... or don't do it at all. :)
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Returning Applicant.... crap...
Here I am.. in my house, in this big room where I’ve been studying for some time now… feeling like a prison. And then…
Wow… just reopened my pharmacy application process online and immediately my heart started racing.
A lot of things just swept through my mind… First I noticed that all my references letters are gone, which means that I have to ask for them again.. Also the thought of studying for the PCATs again and making a good personal statement letter pressed more burden and stress on my heart… like A LOT.
Wow… Now I’m hungry.
But times like this, I am glad to have people that I know that can encourage and cheer me on. A random Upenn student gave me a text this morning saying good luck. (well not random… it was random that he remembered and texted me..) I’m glad to have my mom for support and comfort. I’m also glad that I shared this stress to that Upenn student, Chris Lai.
Times like this, the people that I consider, as friends should not feel like the way I am alone. So I’ll try to get into many people’s business so that one day I can be like Chris Lai and overcome this feeling of stress and hardship.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Life Happens
Don't be too timid and squeamish about your actions.
All life is an experiment.
The more experiments you make the better.
What if they are a little coarse,
and you may get your coat soiled or torn?
What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled
in the dirt once or twice.
Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
All life is an experiment.
The more experiments you make the better.
What if they are a little coarse,
and you may get your coat soiled or torn?
What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled
in the dirt once or twice.
Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Failing
Growing up I didn’t have any idea of what I wanted to become. Life for me was something that I had to go through everyday ever since middle school. But strangely, coming into college, I aspired to become someone that will make a lot of money and support my mom and also make my whole family proud of me. But living in this debt-owing country, I am seeing that my dreams to make a lot of money is just a wishful dream. With this mentality, I’m seeing/believing myself turning into a failure and feeling sorry for my mom that I’m her failing son.
I told this to my mom once… she stopped her Korean drama, faced me with a serious face, and said, “I do not want you to give up because you’re failing. You must understand that there is a difference between ‘failing,’ which is something happens to everyone every day, and ‘being a failure,’ which is something that people think that no one should ever believe.”
Do you guys see yourself as “being a failure” and blaming it on others or being someone who takes a “failing” as a stepping stone to improve yourself?
My favorite quote is “don’t worry~ be happy~”; which I got from some commercial when I was young. Unfortunately, this quote is half flawed. “don’t worry~” is something that I do not agree upon. You should have some worries so that you take life seriously and better yourself through trial and errors of life, but I believe everyone should have a happy outlook on himself or herself and the failings to change oneself with a positive attitude.
Just know that with God, your true self, a spiritual being, is always perfect. ;)
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Walls are closing in...
I am right now in a tough situation… My mind is going crazy and confused on what to do…
Ever since college started, my parents told me to go into the science field. The last term in college, my mom told me to forget about graduate school and go directly into pharmacy school. So for one whole year, I took classes at a local community college to complete few pre-requisites and then I applied. I didn’t get in…
Sigh…
Denzel Washington has once said to the Upenn’s 2011 graduation students that you will fail and fall, but when you do fall, fall forward into a direction of your goal. If I fall, fall forward towards the goal. Someone told me that even when I’m afraid or unsure, choose to move in a direction of my goal. Whenever I fall, stand up, brush myself off, and keep moving. So now, I registered for pharmacy technician certificate exam, which is September 1 of this year, to better my chances of getting in next year. I didn’t get in for 2011 pharmacy school, but that me falling forward, standing up and keep moving.
BUT now, my mom is wanting me to work at the carwash. The carwash requires an extreme amount of physical labor and its taxing my mom’s body. As her son, I cannot see my mom over exerting herself, then come back home dead tired. She talks about pain over her shoulder… as her son, what is the best action to take in this situation? I go and help her. I told her about this exam before, but even so, it doesn’t seem like … doesn’t seem like she understands the gravity of my situation for this exam. I’m not prepared, there are more information that I didn’t cover and it’s soon. … She keeps asking me to work there. She knows I’m very good with people and she knows I’m attracting more costumers… but what about my exam … but what about my future?
I asked if she can find someone to help out instead of me. She said she can find someone but I do not think she can find someone she can trust to take over the cashier. Everyone steals these days… So this is one side of the wall closing in on me. The other wall is my dad.
I had a fight with my dad last week. He has a very different view for my path and disagrees with the way my mom wants me to go. He told me to study and stop working at the carwash. I told him about mom and her struggles to continue her work there. He told me to stop worrying about adult problems and worry about you. It’s true that for a business person mindset I have, I usually do not care about people. I must see a benefit for me to invest my time and energy on something or someone… But this is my mother.
I feel so stuck right now… I feel like the two walls are closing in and I don’t know what to do… fail the exam and work at the carwash… dissatisfy my father’s standards and my chance to live a life where I can be proud of what I can become through hard-work or become someone who works at a carwash working almost 11 hours every day; except snowy and rainy days.
Ever since college started, my parents told me to go into the science field. The last term in college, my mom told me to forget about graduate school and go directly into pharmacy school. So for one whole year, I took classes at a local community college to complete few pre-requisites and then I applied. I didn’t get in…
Sigh…
Denzel Washington has once said to the Upenn’s 2011 graduation students that you will fail and fall, but when you do fall, fall forward into a direction of your goal. If I fall, fall forward towards the goal. Someone told me that even when I’m afraid or unsure, choose to move in a direction of my goal. Whenever I fall, stand up, brush myself off, and keep moving. So now, I registered for pharmacy technician certificate exam, which is September 1 of this year, to better my chances of getting in next year. I didn’t get in for 2011 pharmacy school, but that me falling forward, standing up and keep moving.
BUT now, my mom is wanting me to work at the carwash. The carwash requires an extreme amount of physical labor and its taxing my mom’s body. As her son, I cannot see my mom over exerting herself, then come back home dead tired. She talks about pain over her shoulder… as her son, what is the best action to take in this situation? I go and help her. I told her about this exam before, but even so, it doesn’t seem like … doesn’t seem like she understands the gravity of my situation for this exam. I’m not prepared, there are more information that I didn’t cover and it’s soon. … She keeps asking me to work there. She knows I’m very good with people and she knows I’m attracting more costumers… but what about my exam … but what about my future?
I asked if she can find someone to help out instead of me. She said she can find someone but I do not think she can find someone she can trust to take over the cashier. Everyone steals these days… So this is one side of the wall closing in on me. The other wall is my dad.
I had a fight with my dad last week. He has a very different view for my path and disagrees with the way my mom wants me to go. He told me to study and stop working at the carwash. I told him about mom and her struggles to continue her work there. He told me to stop worrying about adult problems and worry about you. It’s true that for a business person mindset I have, I usually do not care about people. I must see a benefit for me to invest my time and energy on something or someone… But this is my mother.
I feel so stuck right now… I feel like the two walls are closing in and I don’t know what to do… fail the exam and work at the carwash… dissatisfy my father’s standards and my chance to live a life where I can be proud of what I can become through hard-work or become someone who works at a carwash working almost 11 hours every day; except snowy and rainy days.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Mens day out
We big boys are going fishing! Blue fishing to be exact. Why? Because we big boys are bored…
I’ve gone blue fishing three times already and 1 out 3 times I went, it was a success. I caught only 4 blue fishes but if I had more energy I know I could have caught a lot more.
So the story begins with Elias and I talking over gchat about being bored and desiring to travel. We wanted to go around and not care about what we have left temporary in Philadelphia for the summer. We had decided to do something for this summer but not yet sure of exactly what. Elias then talked to few other guys and he decided that we should go blue fishing down in NJ.
So the people that are going are: Me, Elias, Andrew, Glory, Alex, and Eric. I’m not sure who else is going. I know there are 2 more that should be coming too. Dave and Matt dropped out… I don’t know why~
Best Friends
It’s strange to say but in all my 5 years in Drexel University, I would have to say I made only 2 best friends. For some people, they would say that I probably made more, but I think I have many “good” friends. I use “best” and “good” to differentiate/SEGREGATE (jk jk) between my friends.
So what does “best friend” mean to me? To me, a best friend is someone that likes to come over whenever just to hangout. They are someone I can be myself and not feel like I’m being studied or analyzed or judged. They are someone I can continuously make fun of, and they would enjoy it. They would have to “genuinely” laugh at all my dumb jokes and make me “genuinely” laugh as well. My best friend and I both have to acknowledge that we are “best” friends.
A “good” friend, to me, means that they are someone that likes to hang out whenever they want to hang out to do one specific thing. For example, I have few good friends that love to play tennis. So when they get bored, they usually call me up just to play tennis. We like to go out and eat but we do not have many common interests, so there is not much to talk about and we usually have to force a conversation.
Anyways~
With my very brief description about what it means to be my “good” friend to my “best” friend, let me introduce you to my two best friends that I made in my sophomore year in college. They both came to Upenn for the English-second-language one-year program. (I meet them both at the same time, so I’ll introduce them to you according to age)
First is Jakyoung Moon. She is 24 like me and she is the ditsy one. Her personality is somewhat like Christine Ho’s. Currently, she is a nursing major in Korea and soon she’ll be in Chicago for 6 months for some nursing program.
Next is Min Hee. Usually Koreans have 3 characters for their names, but rarely there are someone with only 2 characters or even 4. Min Hee is one of them. She is the stubborn and the clumsy one. She first came to Upenn to improve her English, but then she switched her original major, communications, to art. She transferred to an art school in Philadelphia. But during this time, I went to Georgia for 6months and this meant that Minhee had no one else to play with. So she decided to transfer back to korea for communications. She loves baseball and at first, she chose communication to be one of the sports broadcasters for baseball. Now, she is trained to translate both English and Korean for multilingual conferences. Currently, she is a flight attendant but now she wants to become an anchorwoman for a news station.
Here's all of us together: Me (top left), Min Hee (top right), Jakyoung (bottom left), Pastor James (bottom middle), and Ruiqi (bottom right). This was my goodbye dinner for me because I was going to be working in Athens, Georgia for a while.
I also have few friends who I consider almost “best” friends but not quite yet, so I’ll categorize them as “good good” friends.
They are Elias Quan, Justine Wan, Ryan Lee, Brian Pyles, and Andrew Wesolowski. There are many friends in GCC who are about to enter into this category.
So what does “best friend” mean to me? To me, a best friend is someone that likes to come over whenever just to hangout. They are someone I can be myself and not feel like I’m being studied or analyzed or judged. They are someone I can continuously make fun of, and they would enjoy it. They would have to “genuinely” laugh at all my dumb jokes and make me “genuinely” laugh as well. My best friend and I both have to acknowledge that we are “best” friends.
A “good” friend, to me, means that they are someone that likes to hang out whenever they want to hang out to do one specific thing. For example, I have few good friends that love to play tennis. So when they get bored, they usually call me up just to play tennis. We like to go out and eat but we do not have many common interests, so there is not much to talk about and we usually have to force a conversation.
Anyways~
With my very brief description about what it means to be my “good” friend to my “best” friend, let me introduce you to my two best friends that I made in my sophomore year in college. They both came to Upenn for the English-second-language one-year program. (I meet them both at the same time, so I’ll introduce them to you according to age)
First is Jakyoung Moon. She is 24 like me and she is the ditsy one. Her personality is somewhat like Christine Ho’s. Currently, she is a nursing major in Korea and soon she’ll be in Chicago for 6 months for some nursing program.
Next is Min Hee. Usually Koreans have 3 characters for their names, but rarely there are someone with only 2 characters or even 4. Min Hee is one of them. She is the stubborn and the clumsy one. She first came to Upenn to improve her English, but then she switched her original major, communications, to art. She transferred to an art school in Philadelphia. But during this time, I went to Georgia for 6months and this meant that Minhee had no one else to play with. So she decided to transfer back to korea for communications. She loves baseball and at first, she chose communication to be one of the sports broadcasters for baseball. Now, she is trained to translate both English and Korean for multilingual conferences. Currently, she is a flight attendant but now she wants to become an anchorwoman for a news station.
Here's all of us together: Me (top left), Min Hee (top right), Jakyoung (bottom left), Pastor James (bottom middle), and Ruiqi (bottom right). This was my goodbye dinner for me because I was going to be working in Athens, Georgia for a while.
I also have few friends who I consider almost “best” friends but not quite yet, so I’ll categorize them as “good good” friends.
They are Elias Quan, Justine Wan, Ryan Lee, Brian Pyles, and Andrew Wesolowski. There are many friends in GCC who are about to enter into this category.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Joy is a difficult choice...
I subscribed to a daily quote site that emails me daily quotes about a specific topic. Today’s topic is “Choice.” There were four quotes and three of the quotes pretty much talked about the choices make who we are in a wise and eloquent way. The last quote said this: “Joy is a Choice, but Not an Easy Choice.” By JLH (Jonathan Lockwood Huie)
I thought about this quote and it makes sense to me in my current situation. Right now, through the incessant pressures from my family to become a pharmacist, I slowly am feeling the desire to become one. My family believes, and slowly I do too, that I will become happy and secure with a pharmacist license. However, trying to become a pharmacist is not an easy choice.
My background does not possess the experience that pharmacy schools want to see. Many pharmacy students already have few years of experience as a pharm technician. I, however, cannot find a place where I can work as a pharm technician. So currently, as a backup plan, I’m studying for a pharmacy technician exam. This will allow me to get a pharmacy technician certification that I can put in my resume. I’m hoping this will increase my chances of getting into a pharmacy school next year.
Some pharmacy sites have told me that they also like to see people to have their master’s degree. So I’m thinking of taking my GREs. But this means a lot of studying… Now, I’m thinking if this choice to have “possible” joy will be worth the wait.
Can there be another career choice that I can find “joy” in? Do I want to continue wasting my mom’s money to strive for this choice for future joy? There are so many things running around in my head. I’m not sure what I’m good at and what talent I can use to make a living.
With all this said, I do find joy in many other little things. I really feel a little joy when I see others happy. Some people believe that money does not give you happiness and some people do. I believe that money can give you happiness.
Growing up, I really enjoyed listening to friends who were going through tough times in life. I would feel sorry and treat them to dinners to try to forget the pain. I also spent a lot of time with them so that they can forget whatever was burdening their hearts. But this cost money…
I wish money won’t be an issue so that I can invest on a lot of people to make them smile. Unfortunately, we don’t live in a world that grows money from a tree. Oh wellz~ but I’ll find other ways to make people smile from their hearts and hopefully I’ll find a future choice in life that will provide me joy and a smile as well.
I thought about this quote and it makes sense to me in my current situation. Right now, through the incessant pressures from my family to become a pharmacist, I slowly am feeling the desire to become one. My family believes, and slowly I do too, that I will become happy and secure with a pharmacist license. However, trying to become a pharmacist is not an easy choice.
My background does not possess the experience that pharmacy schools want to see. Many pharmacy students already have few years of experience as a pharm technician. I, however, cannot find a place where I can work as a pharm technician. So currently, as a backup plan, I’m studying for a pharmacy technician exam. This will allow me to get a pharmacy technician certification that I can put in my resume. I’m hoping this will increase my chances of getting into a pharmacy school next year.
Some pharmacy sites have told me that they also like to see people to have their master’s degree. So I’m thinking of taking my GREs. But this means a lot of studying… Now, I’m thinking if this choice to have “possible” joy will be worth the wait.
Can there be another career choice that I can find “joy” in? Do I want to continue wasting my mom’s money to strive for this choice for future joy? There are so many things running around in my head. I’m not sure what I’m good at and what talent I can use to make a living.
With all this said, I do find joy in many other little things. I really feel a little joy when I see others happy. Some people believe that money does not give you happiness and some people do. I believe that money can give you happiness.
Growing up, I really enjoyed listening to friends who were going through tough times in life. I would feel sorry and treat them to dinners to try to forget the pain. I also spent a lot of time with them so that they can forget whatever was burdening their hearts. But this cost money…
I wish money won’t be an issue so that I can invest on a lot of people to make them smile. Unfortunately, we don’t live in a world that grows money from a tree. Oh wellz~ but I’ll find other ways to make people smile from their hearts and hopefully I’ll find a future choice in life that will provide me joy and a smile as well.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Dinner at Noboru
Justine, Megan, Susan, and I went to Noboru. We are full... Justine said that she's going to explode. Good thing she wasn't in my car afterwards.
This is Justine and Megan rummaging every pockets they had on their clothing and bags to give tip... very embarrassing~
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Interesting Day
So today is Sunday, June 19, 2011. First, I like to say that it was my grandmother birthday May 18, but due to circumstances, we as a family could not meet up and celebrate it. So we decided to celebrate it today at 5pm.
Anyways, I went to GCC Sunday service at 11:15pm. On the way to meyerson, as I just arrived at the corner of the building, I looked back and saw someone walking funny. Almost like a lazy Korean gangster. Immediately I knew who it was… and so I waited for Ashley Lee.
After service, I “tired” to fellowshipped with everyone but I ended up chatting with 2 of the same brothers, Rodney and Charlie. BUT Wan (Justine) came over with Megan Jang to say “hi!” They also gave me an early Birthday present… leftover munchkins from Dunkin Donuts. They ordered 50 and only two kinds, chocolate glaze and the white glazed one. They thought they could both eat 25 each, but they only ended up eating like 4…. total. I thanked them… kind of and then I gave Megan my favorite phrase which Justine helped me say, “Moment on your lips, FOREVA on yo HIPS.” They laughed and went off to Chinatown to eat greasy foods laced with MSG. I placed the munchkins on the table where all the snacks were being served. It was gone after few minutes.
Then I hung out with the Young Adults at H-mart and then walked to 69th street Septa Blue Line. I had to go to my grandmother’s place to eat FATTY foods.
I got on the blue line and then went to 15th street to get on the orange line. As I got off, I remembered a black man limping with a McNair jersey. I didn’t think twice about this man because he was one out of hundreds in the subway station. I got on the train and then I just pulled out my phone and I was just doing math games. All of a sudden, I heard a very LOUD and obnoxious chanting. I ignored it for awhile, but then it just got louder and LOUDER!. I was listening to the lyrics closely, and realized that this handicapped black guy was singing a love song to this black woman THAT HE JUST MEET. At first, I can see that she liked it. She pulled out her cell phone and started filming the serenade. The man had no singing future. He was VERY off. His scaling was off, and few times he was monotone. Then 3 very young girls walked in and sat across from them. The guy was also flirting with them by asking them dumb questions. But his target was still that black woman. He was talking about her shoes and then quickly ended up scooting next to the lady. She then got very offensive and told him that he was way too close and better move away. The dude didn’t listen and kept on talking to her.
She was very forceful at this time and threatened him that she’s going to bring out her taser gun. The tension got very very intense. She was rummaging her big bag for her “taser gun” but clearly she was lying. She created some distance between the man and her. Another train stop came by and the 3 girls got up and walked away. The dude started to yell at them, “Run! You girls better Run! Run!” As he said this, they jetted out of the subway. The dude then laid down on the seats still pretty close to the woman. She kept her distance. She was up against the corner of the train.
After a few long and awkward minutes, he got back up and started to flirt with her again, telling her that he makes a lot of money and that he paid all the stuff that he had on and the cell phone. He was telling her that he is very rich. The girl tired didn’t respond and just pulled out her ipod and started to rap a song. He laid back down and was quite.
The second to last stop was my stop, Olney. As we were about to approach the stop, the woman got up. The handicapped dude sprung up from his seat and leaped towards her. He got very close again and again the lady told him to back off. After few moments of yelling, he said “OKAY!” and then started to target another black woman in a red dress. But that didn’t last very long because the lady in red had a friend with her to push him away.
I walked all the way to my grandmothers place. I walked in and gave her my birthday wishes. I ate a lot of 갈비 with my cousins and then waited for my more of my cousins to arrive. We had a blast just laughing and making fun of each other. We started to play 고스톱, which is a Korean mini-card game. It usually deals with money so I guess its like Korean poker. Or gambling. We had a blast playing this game too. Although my sister lost few dollars.. . A lot went on at my grandmothers place ^_^ many great memories. She loves laughing when I’m there.
In the relaxed environment, my grandmother made it serious by calling me over to her in a serious tone. She was telling me that I need to find a girlfriend quick and marry her. She told me that was her dying wish… lol I guess….
I came back home and then ran with my sister. My sister had 4 lb weighs on her hand while I had 5lb weights on my hand plus 15lb vest. We both ran 5miles. We got back and then my sister immediately went and started her first day on P90X. I was talking to Jihae about everything that went on today. At the same time, I was laughing at my sister in my head, but encouraging her with my words. ^^ P90X is very intense. I remember when the workout was almost done; the guy/instructor in the video was running out of breath. .. However~ my sister wasn’t. buhahahaahaha!
This is my sister doing the pull-up part of day one of P90X. She took my phone away before she started P90X, knowing that I would take pictures of her. She forgot that I had a webcam BUHAHAHA!
Anyways, I went to GCC Sunday service at 11:15pm. On the way to meyerson, as I just arrived at the corner of the building, I looked back and saw someone walking funny. Almost like a lazy Korean gangster. Immediately I knew who it was… and so I waited for Ashley Lee.
After service, I “tired” to fellowshipped with everyone but I ended up chatting with 2 of the same brothers, Rodney and Charlie. BUT Wan (Justine) came over with Megan Jang to say “hi!” They also gave me an early Birthday present… leftover munchkins from Dunkin Donuts. They ordered 50 and only two kinds, chocolate glaze and the white glazed one. They thought they could both eat 25 each, but they only ended up eating like 4…. total. I thanked them… kind of and then I gave Megan my favorite phrase which Justine helped me say, “Moment on your lips, FOREVA on yo HIPS.” They laughed and went off to Chinatown to eat greasy foods laced with MSG. I placed the munchkins on the table where all the snacks were being served. It was gone after few minutes.
Then I hung out with the Young Adults at H-mart and then walked to 69th street Septa Blue Line. I had to go to my grandmother’s place to eat FATTY foods.
I got on the blue line and then went to 15th street to get on the orange line. As I got off, I remembered a black man limping with a McNair jersey. I didn’t think twice about this man because he was one out of hundreds in the subway station. I got on the train and then I just pulled out my phone and I was just doing math games. All of a sudden, I heard a very LOUD and obnoxious chanting. I ignored it for awhile, but then it just got louder and LOUDER!. I was listening to the lyrics closely, and realized that this handicapped black guy was singing a love song to this black woman THAT HE JUST MEET. At first, I can see that she liked it. She pulled out her cell phone and started filming the serenade. The man had no singing future. He was VERY off. His scaling was off, and few times he was monotone. Then 3 very young girls walked in and sat across from them. The guy was also flirting with them by asking them dumb questions. But his target was still that black woman. He was talking about her shoes and then quickly ended up scooting next to the lady. She then got very offensive and told him that he was way too close and better move away. The dude didn’t listen and kept on talking to her.
She was very forceful at this time and threatened him that she’s going to bring out her taser gun. The tension got very very intense. She was rummaging her big bag for her “taser gun” but clearly she was lying. She created some distance between the man and her. Another train stop came by and the 3 girls got up and walked away. The dude started to yell at them, “Run! You girls better Run! Run!” As he said this, they jetted out of the subway. The dude then laid down on the seats still pretty close to the woman. She kept her distance. She was up against the corner of the train.
After a few long and awkward minutes, he got back up and started to flirt with her again, telling her that he makes a lot of money and that he paid all the stuff that he had on and the cell phone. He was telling her that he is very rich. The girl tired didn’t respond and just pulled out her ipod and started to rap a song. He laid back down and was quite.
The second to last stop was my stop, Olney. As we were about to approach the stop, the woman got up. The handicapped dude sprung up from his seat and leaped towards her. He got very close again and again the lady told him to back off. After few moments of yelling, he said “OKAY!” and then started to target another black woman in a red dress. But that didn’t last very long because the lady in red had a friend with her to push him away.
I walked all the way to my grandmothers place. I walked in and gave her my birthday wishes. I ate a lot of 갈비 with my cousins and then waited for my more of my cousins to arrive. We had a blast just laughing and making fun of each other. We started to play 고스톱, which is a Korean mini-card game. It usually deals with money so I guess its like Korean poker. Or gambling. We had a blast playing this game too. Although my sister lost few dollars.. . A lot went on at my grandmothers place ^_^ many great memories. She loves laughing when I’m there.
In the relaxed environment, my grandmother made it serious by calling me over to her in a serious tone. She was telling me that I need to find a girlfriend quick and marry her. She told me that was her dying wish… lol I guess….
I came back home and then ran with my sister. My sister had 4 lb weighs on her hand while I had 5lb weights on my hand plus 15lb vest. We both ran 5miles. We got back and then my sister immediately went and started her first day on P90X. I was talking to Jihae about everything that went on today. At the same time, I was laughing at my sister in my head, but encouraging her with my words. ^^ P90X is very intense. I remember when the workout was almost done; the guy/instructor in the video was running out of breath. .. However~ my sister wasn’t. buhahahaahaha!
This is my sister doing the pull-up part of day one of P90X. She took my phone away before she started P90X, knowing that I would take pictures of her. She forgot that I had a webcam BUHAHAHA!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Worship Every Second!
"Sing to him a new song;
play skillfully, and shout for joy." -Psalm 33:3 NIV
My 3rd year in college, I have stumbled upon this verse that brought me to see my life in different perspective in worshiping God; Everything that I do is a form of worship to God; therefore, I must give him more than 100% of what I have for Him.
I entered Drexel University in 2005 in a 5-year-3coop program. Just entering this University was a blessing from God. This verse allowed me to see this blessing as something that should be cared for; I needed to take schoolwork and my interactions with my classmates and strive hard to produce something great out of it.
Sing to our Lord a new song; play skillfully and shout for joy. The word skillfully spoke to me. I incorporated this verse to my studies. I wanted to give him worship by working really hard for Him, working skillfully for Him.
This verse of course does not just mean for schoolwork, you can incorporate this verse in your work area or even hanging out with your friends. It is a blessing that God gave you and me life. So we must use this blessing and the continuous outflow of other blessings to give Him worship by skillfully using it to the max.
play skillfully, and shout for joy." -Psalm 33:3 NIV
My 3rd year in college, I have stumbled upon this verse that brought me to see my life in different perspective in worshiping God; Everything that I do is a form of worship to God; therefore, I must give him more than 100% of what I have for Him.
I entered Drexel University in 2005 in a 5-year-3coop program. Just entering this University was a blessing from God. This verse allowed me to see this blessing as something that should be cared for; I needed to take schoolwork and my interactions with my classmates and strive hard to produce something great out of it.
Sing to our Lord a new song; play skillfully and shout for joy. The word skillfully spoke to me. I incorporated this verse to my studies. I wanted to give him worship by working really hard for Him, working skillfully for Him.
This verse of course does not just mean for schoolwork, you can incorporate this verse in your work area or even hanging out with your friends. It is a blessing that God gave you and me life. So we must use this blessing and the continuous outflow of other blessings to give Him worship by skillfully using it to the max.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Another monday
Hey
So today is June 13, 2011 and I’m finally writing something on this blog. I’ve started typing stuff yesterday night after a long conversation with Korean who knows zero Korean but only Japanese and English. I typed a lot about how people progressively change every subsequent year in their college life. I’m not finished with the blog and even if I do complete it, I might not post it because…its dumb. Or something~
Anyways~
Today I woke up at 9:30 am and ate a day old rice with 미역국 and onions and 고추장. I then just walked around my house with a 20lb vest until my sister was ready to go to the library which ended up being around 12:30 ish~
As we finally got into my sister’s car, the first thing my sister notice was the awful smell... She looked around the car, tapped the cheap air freshener, and said, “Oh my Gosh! Why does my car smell like trash?!” Immediately after she said that I’ve noticed the smell too. I looked around and saw a Lehigh valley chocolate milk in the car that was not empty. (I think it was Aerin-chan’s chocolate milk? Sigh… always causing problems.. jk jk) The cap was closed but when I smelled around the cap, which was very sticky as well, I noticed a horrible smell. I gagged and threw it away. I’ve also threw out my sisters little trash bag with Phileo Yogurt cup in it. I think that also was the culprit to the rancid smell.
Once we took out those trashes, a green fly landed on my arm. Just out of reflexes, I squealed like a baby and shook it away with my arm. My sister didn’t notice it but few minutes after my squeal my sister made the same frightening scream and said there was a bug in her car. She grabbed a random card in the car and slapped it away. Right after that moment, there was another horrible squeal and a finger that pointed towards a HUGE spider in the freakin’ dashboard. My sister screamed and tried her best to stay far away as possible to it by hugging her seat. The spider ran behind the crevice of the window and disappeared. From the moment it disappeared, we were scared of where it might pop out. But we decided to drive to the library anyways..
The ride to the library was a difficult knowing that there was a freakin’ spider somewhere in the car. As we were driving, my sister saw a small dark thing on her pants and squealed, thinking it was that freakin’ spider. I thought my heart stopped when she squealed and it was fortunate for us that we were driving on a road that didn’t have a lot of cars because I swirled out of place, a little bit.(not really) But it turned out to be flint. Then my dad called about getting my sister a new $500.00 phone and then she pointed quickly at a direction to my left very fast. That scared the crap out of me thinking the spider had popped out of my side. But she only pointed towards another library.
On the car ride, instead of going straight to the library, we decided to get an oil change. We headed towards Jiffy Lube, but they only had synthetic oil, which cost a lot more money that, the regular. So we went to Firestone and dropped it off. They told us that it would take about an hour to finish.
My sister and I decided to go to Big K-mart and buy stuff to kill time for the oil change. We walked there, passing a graveyard and reading the date and little messages on the tombstone. The whole time walking pass the graveyard, I was thinking if it was bad luck to do so... But we went to Kmart and wasted our precious time.
We picked up our car and went to a diner to eat. We went to a diner nearby and decided to eat. I had spaghetti and my sister got the salad bar.
By this time, it was around 3:45pm. It felt like we’ve wasted a lot of time, so we decided to head to the library and study.
So here I am on a small local library in Southampton writing this prospective blog in a corner.
I’m going to go home and ask for Aerin’s information and hopefully help her out with her resume. She’s looking for a part-time job so I’ll try to help her out... somehow.
“You must not under any pretense allow your mind to dwell on any thought that is not positive, constructive, optimistic, kind.”
– Emmet Fox
So today is June 13, 2011 and I’m finally writing something on this blog. I’ve started typing stuff yesterday night after a long conversation with Korean who knows zero Korean but only Japanese and English. I typed a lot about how people progressively change every subsequent year in their college life. I’m not finished with the blog and even if I do complete it, I might not post it because…its dumb. Or something~
Anyways~
Today I woke up at 9:30 am and ate a day old rice with 미역국 and onions and 고추장. I then just walked around my house with a 20lb vest until my sister was ready to go to the library which ended up being around 12:30 ish~
As we finally got into my sister’s car, the first thing my sister notice was the awful smell... She looked around the car, tapped the cheap air freshener, and said, “Oh my Gosh! Why does my car smell like trash?!” Immediately after she said that I’ve noticed the smell too. I looked around and saw a Lehigh valley chocolate milk in the car that was not empty. (I think it was Aerin-chan’s chocolate milk? Sigh… always causing problems.. jk jk) The cap was closed but when I smelled around the cap, which was very sticky as well, I noticed a horrible smell. I gagged and threw it away. I’ve also threw out my sisters little trash bag with Phileo Yogurt cup in it. I think that also was the culprit to the rancid smell.
Once we took out those trashes, a green fly landed on my arm. Just out of reflexes, I squealed like a baby and shook it away with my arm. My sister didn’t notice it but few minutes after my squeal my sister made the same frightening scream and said there was a bug in her car. She grabbed a random card in the car and slapped it away. Right after that moment, there was another horrible squeal and a finger that pointed towards a HUGE spider in the freakin’ dashboard. My sister screamed and tried her best to stay far away as possible to it by hugging her seat. The spider ran behind the crevice of the window and disappeared. From the moment it disappeared, we were scared of where it might pop out. But we decided to drive to the library anyways..
The ride to the library was a difficult knowing that there was a freakin’ spider somewhere in the car. As we were driving, my sister saw a small dark thing on her pants and squealed, thinking it was that freakin’ spider. I thought my heart stopped when she squealed and it was fortunate for us that we were driving on a road that didn’t have a lot of cars because I swirled out of place, a little bit.(not really) But it turned out to be flint. Then my dad called about getting my sister a new $500.00 phone and then she pointed quickly at a direction to my left very fast. That scared the crap out of me thinking the spider had popped out of my side. But she only pointed towards another library.
On the car ride, instead of going straight to the library, we decided to get an oil change. We headed towards Jiffy Lube, but they only had synthetic oil, which cost a lot more money that, the regular. So we went to Firestone and dropped it off. They told us that it would take about an hour to finish.
My sister and I decided to go to Big K-mart and buy stuff to kill time for the oil change. We walked there, passing a graveyard and reading the date and little messages on the tombstone. The whole time walking pass the graveyard, I was thinking if it was bad luck to do so... But we went to Kmart and wasted our precious time.
We picked up our car and went to a diner to eat. We went to a diner nearby and decided to eat. I had spaghetti and my sister got the salad bar.
By this time, it was around 3:45pm. It felt like we’ve wasted a lot of time, so we decided to head to the library and study.
So here I am on a small local library in Southampton writing this prospective blog in a corner.
I’m going to go home and ask for Aerin’s information and hopefully help her out with her resume. She’s looking for a part-time job so I’ll try to help her out... somehow.
“You must not under any pretense allow your mind to dwell on any thought that is not positive, constructive, optimistic, kind.”
– Emmet Fox
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