February 15, 2003

 
bOiNgcHubOiNg (1:50:00 AM): haha
bOiNgcHubOiNg (1:50:54 AM): thanks any tim
bOiNgcHubOiNg (1:50:56 AM): anyway
hsubox02 (1:51:01 AM): haha
bOiNgcHubOiNg (1:51:01 AM): sorry im really tired...
hsubox02 (1:51:03 AM): sure
bOiNgcHubOiNg (1:51:17 AM): ive been up for too long...
bOiNgcHubOiNg (1:51:18 AM): gnite
hsubox02 (1:51:21 AM): i've heard that line so many times when i try to ask girls out

haha tim is so funny...i just happened to be on my edit blog page so it was very convenient to copy and paste
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 1:53:00 AM

 
blog more later...im too tired
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 1:51:00 AM

February 13, 2003

 
bOiNgcHubOiNg (10:44:23 PM): man...
bOiNgcHubOiNg (10:44:30 PM): im supposed to find russian maps
bOiNgcHubOiNg (10:44:36 PM): how gay is that...
happiepenguin (10:44:48 PM): pretty gay i tell you
bOiNgcHubOiNg (10:45:02 PM): yes
bOiNgcHubOiNg (10:45:04 PM): pretty gay
happiepenguin (10:45:24 PM): u should go to..www.russiangaymapsareus.com
happiepenguin (10:45:35 PM): ok..that was gayer
bOiNgcHubOiNg (10:45:58 PM): haha its blogtime!
happiepenguin (10:46:24 PM): i think if i gave that someone they might fall for it!
happiepenguin (10:46:45 PM): im gonna try it
bOiNgcHubOiNg (10:47:32 PM): haha
happiepenguin (10:48:01 PM): PETER FELL FOR IT
happiepenguin (10:48:04 PM): SUCKER
bOiNgcHubOiNg (10:48:07 PM): lol!
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 10:51:00 PM

 
quote(s) of the day:

tina huang: OW! my butt........crack....

grace lin: man...(with a thoughtful look) they have the best buns!


bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 10:44:00 PM

 
today in dgroup we were playing scattergories, we split up into accountability partners so it was me and alex yang, xiao and lex, peter and wayne, mok and fat and since david is in san antonio, phil was with JP, anyways after the first round we were counting up scores

JP: mok, how many you have?
mok: 18
alex: OH WE HAVE 18! 3 + 7 + 6! 18!!!
*silence fills the room...*
xiao: hey alex...thats 16
couple guys: MAN THATS THE DULLES VALEDICTORIAN!
alex: man...3 + 7 + 6 is 18 i tell you...
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 10:42:00 PM

 
if you wanna read some really cool convos i had with phil click here
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 12:38:00 AM

 
long day at work today... today i was talking to an old friend called umaire or something like that... he was in my precal class last year and hes been working at HEB since it opened

me: how come i dont see any hot girls around here?
umaire: what?! man what are you talking about? theres plenty of hot mommas here!
me: mommas? you mean women with children?
umaire: uhh DUH!

what the crap...

anyways on break umaire bought us donuts and we went outside to eat and so he could smoke and the whole time i was telling him how smoking was bad and how second hand smoke is worse than the person smoker and he told me he was trying to quit, after our break something interesting happened...

i just come back from the restroom and i go to his register to bag groceries cuz hes a cashier
umaire: man...youre lucky, you can go whenever you want...i have to stay here at my register
me: oh ok...
umaire: man...i need to take a dump man...cigarettes and donuts dont mix well in my stomach
(he goes off and finds the manager to sub for him)
umaire then comes back after 5 minutes
umaire: man...you know what?
me: what?
umaire: i couldnt get it out...i kinda just sat there and i tried as hard as i could...but it wouldnt come out. man...i think im constipated

lesson of the day:
dont smoke, youll become constipated

quote of the day:
umaire: yea man...today i was smoking a donut and i became constipated
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 12:16:00 AM

February 11, 2003

 
ive had a buddy for quite some time now, and i must say shes pretty cool... her name is melissa wong and you gotta go check out her xanga b/c i told her that her xanga was getting boring and so she made a tribute to me, its pretty funny, or at least i think so =)
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 10:49:00 PM

 

Psycho. You are overwhelmed by anger. You may even
hate the world and everything in it and you
believe revenge is the way of the world. An eye
for an eye.


How Emotional Are You?
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bahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! this is pretty funny, but what about the kittens?!
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 12:35:00 AM

 
i found this on angela's xanga

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was
>Driving home from a friend's house when his car went off
>Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He
>emerged from the wreck Unharmed but stepped on a downed power line
>and was electrocuted.
>
>The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the
>family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a
>point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of
>it, " Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to
>share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian.
>I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."
>
>Brian's Essay:
>
>The Room...
>
>In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the
>room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall
>covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in
>libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical
>order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and
>seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
>
>As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention
>was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began
>flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize
>that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without
>being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its
>small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were
>written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in detail my
>memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with
>horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and
>exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others
>a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my
>shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
>
>A file named "Friends" was next to one-marked "Friends I have
>betrayed," The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird.
>"Books I have Read," Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given,"
>"Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their
>exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't
>laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered
>Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by
>the contents.
>
>Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer
>than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I
>had lived.
>
>Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of
>These thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed
>this truth.
>
>Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my
>signature.
>
>When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I
>realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were
>packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the
>end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of
>shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
>
>When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run
>through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to
>test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed
>content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
>An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No
>one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I
>have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its
>size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as
>I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not
>dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card,
>only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
>Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.
>
>Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying
>sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the
>Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer,
>almost unused. I Pulled on its handle and a small box not more than
>three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it
>contained on one hand. And then the tears came.
>
>I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my
>stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried
>out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of
>file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever
>know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I
>pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
>
>No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched
>helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I
>couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could
>bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
>He seemed to intuitively go to the worst
>boxes.
>
>Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at
>me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But
>this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my
>face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put
>His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't
>say a word. He just cried with me.
>
>Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one
>end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign
>His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All
>I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His
>name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red
>so rich, so dark, and so alive.
>
>The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He
>gently t! ook the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign
>the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so
>quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last
>file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder
>and said, "It is finished."
>
>I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its
>door. There were still cards to be written.
>
>"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."- Phil. 4:13
> "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that
>whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 12:24:00 AM

February 10, 2003

 
bOiNgcHubOiNg (11:09:13 PM): i posted you on my blog
bOiNgcHubOiNg (11:09:15 PM): hope you dont mind
r0ck s ta r tina (11:09:20 PM): haha I MIND
r0ck s ta r tina (11:09:26 PM): EVERYTHING I SAY IS COPYRIGHTED
bOiNgcHubOiNg (11:09:29 PM): ohh...
r0ck s ta r tina (11:09:32 PM): AND CAN BE BOUGHT BY A FEE OF FIVE DOLLARS
bOiNgcHubOiNg (11:09:32 PM): my bad
r0ck s ta r tina (11:09:36 PM): five dollars!!
r0ck s ta r tina (11:09:40 PM): GIVE ME MY FIVE DOLLARS!

ok FUND RAISING TIME! anyone wanna give me $5 so i can give it to tina? =)
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 11:11:00 PM

 
david keeps asking me why rockstartina is ignoring him...so finally i ask...

r0ck s ta r tina (11:02:18 PM): yeahh im really not ignoring david
r0ck s ta r tina (11:02:22 PM): i walk away from the comptuer
r0ck s ta r tina (11:02:25 PM): to like feed my dog
r0ck s ta r tina (11:02:27 PM): or bring him out
r0ck s ta r tina (11:02:29 PM): and i walk back
r0ck s ta r tina (11:02:33 PM): and david had imed me
r0ck s ta r tina (11:02:35 PM): and he get offline

so im like wow...you can read minds?

bOiNgcHubOiNg (11:02:49 PM): wow....you can read minds now...?
r0ck s ta r tina (11:02:53 PM): haha yeah
r0ck s ta r tina (11:02:57 PM): im bulimic
bOiNgcHubOiNg (11:02:59 PM): amazing
r0ck s ta r tina (11:03:02 PM): hahaha thats from zoolander
r0ck s ta r tina (11:03:03 PM): hahah
r0ck s ta r tina (11:03:08 PM): have you watched zoolanader?
bOiNgcHubOiNg (11:03:10 PM): eh? isnt that an eating disorder...
bOiNgcHubOiNg (11:03:11 PM): nope...
r0ck s ta r tina (11:03:15 PM): awww
r0ck s ta r tina (11:03:20 PM): well, in zoolander,
r0ck s ta r tina (11:03:29 PM): a chick confesses "yeahh.. i was bulimic in HS"
bOiNgcHubOiNg (11:03:30 PM): youre the second person to ask me that in this hour
r0ck s ta r tina (11:03:42 PM): and ben stiller and the toehr guy says "what?! you can read minds?!"
r0ck s ta r tina (11:03:51 PM): and shes like "no, thats when you eat and throwup, stupid"
r0ck s ta r tina (11:03:51 PM): hahaa

ok guys, someone let me borrow zoolander! timmy and tina have both recommended this movie to me...and who can say no to the rockstar? and timmys always right, hes the only one who voted for KG as MVP of the allstar game, amazing


bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 11:09:00 PM

 
man...ECO IS GAY, anyways i made an 1 on my solo for solo and ensemble, and i memorized it, which means i can play for state solo and ensemble...the only thing is...i have to learn my old solo from last year...oh well i dont mind, the piece sounds really beautiful, i think im going back towards classical music now...
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 10:42:00 PM

February 09, 2003

 
poll ends on 2/15 so hurry and vote!
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 11:06:00 PM

 
today at denny's

annie: hey jeremy, whatd you get last time?
me: dagwood
annie: started with an "A"
me: dagwood
annie: OH RIGHT! dagwood

(eh? yea...dagwood starts with an "A"...)
bOiNg.chu.M[o]NsteR 12:01:00 AM