<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2025 07:23:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Random</category><category>†</category><category>Dumbasses</category><category>Music</category><category>Sports</category><category>Internet</category><category>SINGTo</category><category>Movies</category><category>NYC</category><category>Politics</category><category>LSAT</category><category>UCLA</category><title>guninyomouftalk!</title><description></description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-4968766892007488435</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 05:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T01:58:50.161-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">†</category><title>Glory Glory Hallelujah!</title><description>A little over a year ago, I was baptized at what is now my home church and shared my testimony with my brothers and sisters. My baptism was right before finals week so my testimony was a little rushed and I wasn&#39;t properly prepared to go up to the pulpit, but it was a tremendous blessing for me to see where God had brought me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So fast forward to today. The weird thing about testimonies is that they are constantly growing. This is because God is constantly working in our lives. So I wanted to make a little annual tradition for myself to reflect and build upon my living testimony before a living God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember that when I was first trying to write my testimony, I couldn&#39;t pinpoint the single event that brought me to Christ. I didn&#39;t see the flashing lights that Saul saw, and I took this as a sign that my own testimony was &quot;nothing special&quot;. But one day, after men&#39;s discipleship, I was in James Chung&#39;s STI (r.i.p.) and talking to him about my testimony and I shared the same concern with him, that I couldn&#39;t pinpoint what brought me to Christ. His response was just to laugh a little bit and say &quot;it was God!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;It was God&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking for some amazing story of a life/death situation to validate that my knowing Christ is a miracle. I wanted some moving story about how I beat smallpox and saved people from a burning building. But I failed to see the true miracle, that Christ took an incredibly hardened heart and an immature mind and broke them apart with His glory. It was ALL God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I realized is missing from my previous testimony is repentance. God showed me His glory. He showed me the good news. He showed me grace. But I never brought my sins before Him to be judged. I never brought my pride before Him to be crushed. I never asked Him to completely wipe my slate clean so that I could be reformed in the image of His perfect son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings me to where I am today. I&#39;ve heard that God has to be the #1 priority in our lives over and over again. That everything has to be for building His Kingdom on earth. But today, I broke down in prayer and admitted that I have no idea what that means. I&#39;ve seen examples through Christ, the disciples, Paul, etc. but I can&#39;t see how that fits into my life. I need Him to change my heart once and for all so that I can pick up my cross and follow Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never imagined how hard it is to be a Christian. I stumble constantly and I am positive that I make others stumble as well. But what I do know is that our God, the one who brought me to hear His voice, can change my heart because &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ&quot;&lt;/span&gt;. LORD, help me trust in You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let&#39;s all praise God together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In closing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1:27:58 AM me: that always helps me set things straight&lt;br /&gt;1:28:07 AM me: &quot;Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus&quot;&lt;br /&gt;       -Phillipians 3:13-14&lt;br /&gt;1:28:24 AM highs0cieties: sick verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/03/glory-glory-hallelujah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-8308406522753767884</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-06T16:07:21.330-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dumbasses</category><title>No, You Are Wrong</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HsxeDyr2VCuTadH2S5Vm74UiTytLsLBzTvnqvU5GEzcLypR8hLHLMySODuSW-Ibvp2cr0VOPGtNZSqrV97SA92fXqnzZ1H0vaT3ED4kf2SMl2dzJJxipQA4koI6GZpx__XhY5sdSabAm/s1600-h/iphone_home.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HsxeDyr2VCuTadH2S5Vm74UiTytLsLBzTvnqvU5GEzcLypR8hLHLMySODuSW-Ibvp2cr0VOPGtNZSqrV97SA92fXqnzZ1H0vaT3ED4kf2SMl2dzJJxipQA4koI6GZpx__XhY5sdSabAm/s400/iphone_home.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310226823500593442&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here&#39;s something I hear a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Dude I&#39;m going to get an iPhone because I &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; it.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I don&#39;t have any problem with people that say they got a crackberry or iPhone simply because they want one. That&#39;s totally fine. If there&#39;s a toy out there you want, save up some money and go out there and get it (or ask mom and dad to get it for you). But there&#39;s this strange way people like to justify their purchases by turning something they &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;into something they &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially for people in school, where does the &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; for an iPhone come in? Are you taking 4 classes so your schedule is going to be CRAZY??? Do you need to make sure you can respond to your facebook wall posts while walking to class? Do you need to update your twitter so everyone knows &quot;how stoked you are to go out with the gurlz tonite?&quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the young professionals out there, you sit in front or in the vicinity of the computer for a good chunk of the day yet you need a separate device for e-mail? I can understand if you are in a field where you must be on call 24 hrs a day, then it is necessary to have access to e-mail at all times of the day. But if your day ends when you leave the office,  then your attachment to e-mail should end too. And besides, how often do you use those things for something work related? (FYI: Going on BBM != work related)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smart phones are fun, convenient,  etc. but do not try to justify spending ~70-100/month by saying you need one because chances are you don&#39;t . The people who need them will get the plan subsidized by their employer and everyone else can enjoy using it to download the lightsaber app. pew pew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want one, just say you want one because the moment the word &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; passes through your lips, you make yourself look a little bit douchier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said, I want an iPhone for no damn reason.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-you-are-wrong.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HsxeDyr2VCuTadH2S5Vm74UiTytLsLBzTvnqvU5GEzcLypR8hLHLMySODuSW-Ibvp2cr0VOPGtNZSqrV97SA92fXqnzZ1H0vaT3ED4kf2SMl2dzJJxipQA4koI6GZpx__XhY5sdSabAm/s72-c/iphone_home.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-5751935336105935569</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 06:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-23T22:44:16.973-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sports</category><title>UCL</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_IFtMNRcwHJBLv7VVoR_bzGEoGWLhmsYn1mUstgq1tAVDWG9cAbVCyiOU3qjh-TvXb5_kiWvbnIMVncBlnofNemGPO1Aicsz4iMpWblsVI1bMQj4cqEUmgFe0nFkmeBiNUFbzALRrTGK/s1600-h/arsene-wenger_1203866c.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_IFtMNRcwHJBLv7VVoR_bzGEoGWLhmsYn1mUstgq1tAVDWG9cAbVCyiOU3qjh-TvXb5_kiWvbnIMVncBlnofNemGPO1Aicsz4iMpWblsVI1bMQj4cqEUmgFe0nFkmeBiNUFbzALRrTGK/s400/arsene-wenger_1203866c.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306250015555729762&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Champions League knockout round starts in ~12 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arsenal are looking truly mediocre in EPL play but AS Roma is beatable and we need to bide time until Walcott and Cesc come back so we can have some semblance of a REAL midfield. Scheiss. Need to look for nothing short of a miracle in this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope manyoo crashes out in the first round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UP THE ARSENAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/02/ucl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_IFtMNRcwHJBLv7VVoR_bzGEoGWLhmsYn1mUstgq1tAVDWG9cAbVCyiOU3qjh-TvXb5_kiWvbnIMVncBlnofNemGPO1Aicsz4iMpWblsVI1bMQj4cqEUmgFe0nFkmeBiNUFbzALRrTGK/s72-c/arsene-wenger_1203866c.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-835991944527051241</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 07:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-19T23:30:33.146-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dumbasses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>Fat + Stogies = No Plz</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiWJZ159leMm4LMLTQm3MOoxrETdeBSPVnl6Wb9kkloijOI_zxRlb_I70dqlJHL5KG_mJ9lX_G-vYvgiVdhQY3jVwLe671hMM2LRS7iJLsQQ1cYrKyb7PWarF8EOGIQJADpkRZt23uxTt/s1600-h/fat-guy-smoking.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiWJZ159leMm4LMLTQm3MOoxrETdeBSPVnl6Wb9kkloijOI_zxRlb_I70dqlJHL5KG_mJ9lX_G-vYvgiVdhQY3jVwLe671hMM2LRS7iJLsQQ1cYrKyb7PWarF8EOGIQJADpkRZt23uxTt/s400/fat-guy-smoking.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304772850900775954&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look at the picture above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could put your gut reaction (no pun intended) to the picture in one word what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jizz in my pants? (I cheated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now smoking is not good for anyone. This is a well known fact. No one starts smoking because they want to run the LA Marathon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But smoking is ESPECIALLY bad for fat people. It&#39;s so bad that they should never have an excuse to smoke in the first place.  Think of it in this way, there are two primary reasons why people start smoking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1) Stress Relief: We all know this is bunk because cigarettes taste like crap to everyone the first time. Cigarettes become a stress reliever after you have the nicotine pumping through your veins. So if you don&#39;t smoke, then you don&#39;t have nicotine in your veins, and then it won&#39;t be a stress reliever. So on to the real reason one might start smoking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2) To Look Cool: This is it. The holy grail of reasons to start smoking. Everyone will give you their bullshit rationale for why they picked up their first pack of Marlboro Reds but this is the real reason right here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo4GiCII4Xsz7mYbkrEBbbRMB9S7jlKxLMBORovp16qDt5NwK4oH1ATzKo-4tobAbbBmbLr0TfuX2ASF5ei8fjhnxyTNoJhSBqnXvonz8uU7ktlVXMeR5XnnmLWur1WPApqQWx9rQ5hlbq/s1600-h/bogart-smoking.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 311px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo4GiCII4Xsz7mYbkrEBbbRMB9S7jlKxLMBORovp16qDt5NwK4oH1ATzKo-4tobAbbBmbLr0TfuX2ASF5ei8fjhnxyTNoJhSBqnXvonz8uU7ktlVXMeR5XnnmLWur1WPApqQWx9rQ5hlbq/s400/bogart-smoking.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304775471040215810&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9NCp_anDW6ZEdlbQLbj_Ciy7gz3oWSwso6zxi4yb9roMsXviOmqkrhcR4PVdAdHvaqLZJn7pwr2cH6A4SKyDd5z8H6RXBCxkcXM5cRg7T5BpE2c6j7-ZE80Hhjpfd7u42eSqBuNh_7LV/s1600-h/smoking_culture_bt_r_1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 185px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9NCp_anDW6ZEdlbQLbj_Ciy7gz3oWSwso6zxi4yb9roMsXviOmqkrhcR4PVdAdHvaqLZJn7pwr2cH6A4SKyDd5z8H6RXBCxkcXM5cRg7T5BpE2c6j7-ZE80Hhjpfd7u42eSqBuNh_7LV/s400/smoking_culture_bt_r_1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304775477335356802&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcvI5j99qaVYPc31ymDwe-c64MQj_ARRkWX4VHVFCdOj_OW8nq6xJJRTgOqhLe1qbhdampGW-nDYxCC98NQfI_hN5VQ9x-6K3-UJ-dUyfw4_1hRj_4LZiaDu1k6meB4icAMbbl-5goBvk/s1600-h/pacino.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 287px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcvI5j99qaVYPc31ymDwe-c64MQj_ARRkWX4VHVFCdOj_OW8nq6xJJRTgOqhLe1qbhdampGW-nDYxCC98NQfI_hN5VQ9x-6K3-UJ-dUyfw4_1hRj_4LZiaDu1k6meB4icAMbbl-5goBvk/s400/pacino.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304775470052414130&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks cooler with a white cancerstick poking out of their lips or between their index and middle finger. Why do you think the smoking patio at clubs are always packed? Because every douche inside is trying to make themselves look cooler. However, not EVERYONE looks cooler. People that do not look cool are usually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A little kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An infant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone inherently uncool (e.g. Joseph Stalin, Strom Thurmond, Judas Iscariot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes fat people are incredibly unattractive smokers. That is because their massive bodies dwarf the tiny little cigarette. They also do a good job of advertising the many negative health effects of smoking with their wheezing, heavy breathing, and awful smell. So if you cannot look cool smoking, then why start smoking in the first place? Either drop the pounds or drop the Parliaments and do yourself and everyone who might glance at you a favor. Keep the bones out your bizzyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/02/fat-stogies-no-plz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiWJZ159leMm4LMLTQm3MOoxrETdeBSPVnl6Wb9kkloijOI_zxRlb_I70dqlJHL5KG_mJ9lX_G-vYvgiVdhQY3jVwLe671hMM2LRS7iJLsQQ1cYrKyb7PWarF8EOGIQJADpkRZt23uxTt/s72-c/fat-guy-smoking.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-1114578094947489127</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 07:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-16T23:49:10.711-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SINGTo</category><title>Songs I&#39;ll Never Get Tired Of v.III</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3ALZtyzfDYghBfoy5vdNa1zx0bDncQtNxcUaUKJO3IJTMSkuaQeJYPINFWdhkj6C2Ob0g3a0UdEoB1947ouCMiDO5a5lrAXcCcZDcxhjpoeQOFdcBE6CLQLSKuPifGG_T8gQbSKWqcxh/s1600-h/Broken_social_scene_manc.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3ALZtyzfDYghBfoy5vdNa1zx0bDncQtNxcUaUKJO3IJTMSkuaQeJYPINFWdhkj6C2Ob0g3a0UdEoB1947ouCMiDO5a5lrAXcCcZDcxhjpoeQOFdcBE6CLQLSKuPifGG_T8gQbSKWqcxh/s400/Broken_social_scene_manc.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303666866408025890&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken Social Scene - Almost Crimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The indie rock supergroup from Canada seems to be unclassifiable. They don&#39;t fit neatly into any particular genre because like the band itself, they are always experimenting. &quot;Almost Crimes&quot; is my personal favorite track from the album &quot;You Forgot it in People&quot; because it just beats the crap out of you from the beginning to the end. It starts with some cluttered piano scales and static and goes right into a drummer that sounds like he discovered cymbals for the first time ever.  The way the song is arranged is a three way  conversation between Kevin Drew, Leslie Feist (from iPod Nano fame), and a saxophone. The song ends with every instrument going crazy and Drew and Feist just screaming out &quot;I think it&#39;s almost crimes&quot; until the entire band fizzles out together. Legen...wait for it.... DARY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your consideration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;width:300px;&quot;&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;110&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/wkICjwLGks/aus=false/&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;FlashVars&quot; value=&quot;backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/wkICjwLGks/aus=false/&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;110&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; flashvars=&quot;backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:#000000E6E6E6;padding:1px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method=&quot;post&quot; action=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/&quot; style=&quot;margin:0;padding:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;EmbedSearchBox&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Search&quot; style=&quot;font-size:12px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding-top:3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=wkICjwLGks&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=wkICjwLGks&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=wkICjwLGks&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=wkICjwLGks&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/wkICjwLGks/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/people/j50CNw/music/wuv8Ehl9/broken_social_scene_almost_crimes/&quot;&gt;Almost Crimes - Broken Social Scene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/02/songs-ill-never-get-tired-of-viii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3ALZtyzfDYghBfoy5vdNa1zx0bDncQtNxcUaUKJO3IJTMSkuaQeJYPINFWdhkj6C2Ob0g3a0UdEoB1947ouCMiDO5a5lrAXcCcZDcxhjpoeQOFdcBE6CLQLSKuPifGG_T8gQbSKWqcxh/s72-c/Broken_social_scene_manc.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-2428346034618284621</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 23:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-10T15:53:06.763-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dumbasses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sports</category><title>Get Off the Bandwagon</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZtscPo65GRP80FhsTpcIMJk0XcsFmSEgrfR2oICBhJgfauxMgfaI7orK8zvi4LBkmwfqIXbg73YIEgmLHKvs_iiJ1b9r7wGAqUAqJBCdazNNpDd-vOtOLPDn-ODO5tz_wHm6B1PgtG9x/s1600-h/1730755.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZtscPo65GRP80FhsTpcIMJk0XcsFmSEgrfR2oICBhJgfauxMgfaI7orK8zvi4LBkmwfqIXbg73YIEgmLHKvs_iiJ1b9r7wGAqUAqJBCdazNNpDd-vOtOLPDn-ODO5tz_wHm6B1PgtG9x/s400/1730755.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301313484354121106&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Hello! Do you know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This goes out to those who say I am a &quot;bandwagon&quot; fan because Pierce was, and is still one of my favorite players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This goes out to those who say I am a &quot;bandwagon&quot; fan because I love watching LeBron play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you say you hated the Celtics the whole time? Before KG and Jesus Shuttlesworth? Did you really hate a team that went 24-58 the year before? Did you even know who Paul Pierce was? Raef Lafrentz? Tony Delk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;But Lakers and Celtics have always hated each other!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I remember watching the Magic-Bird rivalry when i was -3 years old. Those were the days huh? I also remember voting for Reagan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m glad you found your way back to southern Cali after the Warriors decided to return to the bottom of the league standings. You can hang up the &quot;We Believe&quot; shirt and throw on the #24 jersey now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you a secret:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a Laker fan doesn&#39;t mean you have to hate every team the Lakers lose to. It also doesn&#39;t mean that you have to hate every player that is in the MVP race besides Kobe. It is very possible to like another player from another team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liking Lebron is not an affront to Kobe. They&#39;re different basketball players, get used to the idea please. Just take a breath and get off deeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a Cavs fan, just a Lebron fan. Not a Celtics fan, just a Pierce fan. Just like you&#39;re not a Lakers fan, just a Kobe fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Lakers, keep that jello jiggling. And I still hate Odom. Forever. Even if he averages a triple/triple. Okay maybe not if he averages a triple/triple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here&#39;s a nice song to set the mood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;width:300px;&quot;&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;110&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/gBxAxMvQQk/aus=false/&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;FlashVars&quot; value=&quot;backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/gBxAxMvQQk/aus=false/&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;110&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; flashvars=&quot;backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:#000000E6E6E6;padding:1px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method=&quot;post&quot; action=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/&quot; style=&quot;margin:0;padding:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;EmbedSearchBox&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Search&quot; style=&quot;font-size:12px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding-top:3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=gBxAxMvQQk&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=gBxAxMvQQk&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=gBxAxMvQQk&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=gBxAxMvQQk&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/gBxAxMvQQk/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/n8itude/music/dX5md0zg/epmd_get_off_the_bandwagon/&quot;&gt;Get Off The Bandwagon - EPMD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-off-bandwagon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZtscPo65GRP80FhsTpcIMJk0XcsFmSEgrfR2oICBhJgfauxMgfaI7orK8zvi4LBkmwfqIXbg73YIEgmLHKvs_iiJ1b9r7wGAqUAqJBCdazNNpDd-vOtOLPDn-ODO5tz_wHm6B1PgtG9x/s72-c/1730755.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-9023757836978584829</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-06T16:14:27.068-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SINGTo</category><title>Songs I&#39;ll Never Get Tired Of v.II</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPD2n6XxCbkquvkFpNosax6H8MEGpLvhNJXw6OCprDhmXinjVsAqrFd1LpHy0GgbEVu83Bv79zvJyb2l0F1dTZZjdDJXxCQRr5XXCldnVnG84LCtLURlkS1j_e1AV0Iznm4VZvKptSiet/s1600-h/dilated.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 297px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPD2n6XxCbkquvkFpNosax6H8MEGpLvhNJXw6OCprDhmXinjVsAqrFd1LpHy0GgbEVu83Bv79zvJyb2l0F1dTZZjdDJXxCQRr5XXCldnVnG84LCtLURlkS1j_e1AV0Iznm4VZvKptSiet/s400/dilated.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299791526886596914&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Dilated Peoples - Worst Comes to Worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ll say right off the bat that I don&#39;t think Dilated is that great. I&#39;ve listened to &quot;The Platform&quot; and &quot;Expansion Team&quot; and aside from a few songs here and there, they are boring as hell to listen to. Evidence and Rakaa can spit decent but I feel like Babu lays down some pretty monotone tracks for the most part.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it&#39;s no coincidence that this track is produced by The Alchemist.  This is one of my favorite all-time beats. Babu does his contribution by cutting in the Mobb Deep &quot;Survival of the Fittest&quot; sample in between verses and playing with the fader as if he&#39;s touching turntables for the first time. Rakaa and Evidence also do a decent, but not stellar, job on the track (with the scale tipping in Rakaa&#39;s favor). GURU is featured on this track too, but he lays down an absolute piece of crap on the beat. Awful. It&#39;s like he can&#39;t rhyme properly without Primo.  In spite of GURU&#39;s misstep, the beat takes care of everything here, with William Bell samples ushering in the end of the track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ve listened to this song 1000 times, and I&#39;ll listened to it 1000+ more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: Can you spot Lamar Odom in the video?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Q1lCVmu3xN8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Q1lCVmu3xN8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/02/songs-ill-never-get-tired-of-vii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPD2n6XxCbkquvkFpNosax6H8MEGpLvhNJXw6OCprDhmXinjVsAqrFd1LpHy0GgbEVu83Bv79zvJyb2l0F1dTZZjdDJXxCQRr5XXCldnVnG84LCtLURlkS1j_e1AV0Iznm4VZvKptSiet/s72-c/dilated.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-5384862200997921492</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 11:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:14:55.508-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">†</category><title>Do the Wicked Never Lose?</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VyTCXgNQ_CMEUBE4vjwEzYEjDMzHNw-2Cpm7Vet3RPvwCfoeakFNIgeV1CTr4lzHvCKHuQgPqkt1pUJYciyReNofIg8zgSkmKACPVWpK06TWLEGtRwFvZn1U-1aMlkygkcUg3MnATLI5/s1600-h/new-york-city-subway.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VyTCXgNQ_CMEUBE4vjwEzYEjDMzHNw-2Cpm7Vet3RPvwCfoeakFNIgeV1CTr4lzHvCKHuQgPqkt1pUJYciyReNofIg8zgSkmKACPVWpK06TWLEGtRwFvZn1U-1aMlkygkcUg3MnATLI5/s400/new-york-city-subway.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298532332141566210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;There&#39;s nothing here worth saving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there&#39;s no one here at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is there any net left, that can break our fall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be a day like this one, when the sky falls down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the hungry and poor and deserted are found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you discontented?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you been pushing hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you been thrown down this broken house of cards?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be a day like this one, when the world caves in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Switchfoot song was the soundtrack for my trip in NYC. I took it from Roy&#39;s laptop and got hooked instantly. The feelings of emo-ness it produces while waiting for the 1 train at the 96th St Station are something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What made this song stick out to me was how it put my complaining heart in perspective. There&#39;s so much I seek for my own personal gain without even thinking if it glorifies God. We make hundreds, or even  thousands of decisions each and every day, but how many of them do we involve God in? Can you count the number on one hand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The short-term outlook is killing me. The moment I think of everything in terms of a 6-month time span is when I take my eyes off the terms of my salvation. And just like the mega i-banks that pawned off CDOs and SIVs like crack rocks and tailored everything to the year end bonus, it&#39;s truly a path to nowhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eugene was sharing with me how many of us get so caught up in what others have. There are non-believers that are more successful, healthier, have better relationships, and so many other things that even the most devout of believers do not. But he shared with me the following verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Then those who feared the LORD spoke to one another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the LORD listened and heard them;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a book of remembrance was written before Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who fear the LORD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And who meditate on His name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;They shall be Mine,&quot; says the Lord of hosts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;On the day that I make them My jewels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will spare them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a man spares his own son who serves him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you shall again discern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the righteous and the wicked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between one who serves God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one who does not serve Him.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-Malachi 3:16-18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God will always remember us for being faithful. If the author of our salvation can remember the lowliest of sinners, then we have no excuse for not remembering Him every waking moment of our lives. When we remember God, it doesn&#39;t matter what we have or don&#39;t have here, because we know what is waiting for us. Let&#39;s do better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-there-any-other-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VyTCXgNQ_CMEUBE4vjwEzYEjDMzHNw-2Cpm7Vet3RPvwCfoeakFNIgeV1CTr4lzHvCKHuQgPqkt1pUJYciyReNofIg8zgSkmKACPVWpK06TWLEGtRwFvZn1U-1aMlkygkcUg3MnATLI5/s72-c/new-york-city-subway.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-5025770136462762250</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 08:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-06T16:14:42.417-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SINGTo</category><title>Songs I Will Never Get Tired Of v.I</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7DljZq9e7xhaaP5DJO0yPMIOmslvbpM1biEY-aZpKlOPIFmgL7Tx4uptrjCxSvCNDSmVAdD7DFLUdk6Fk31Ax8FVmENmAPfL7PnraWuYpHD2CXKRIhKKeOp2iTkZwtBAbNniZYHoFjcF/s1600-h/GZAMETH.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7DljZq9e7xhaaP5DJO0yPMIOmslvbpM1biEY-aZpKlOPIFmgL7Tx4uptrjCxSvCNDSmVAdD7DFLUdk6Fk31Ax8FVmENmAPfL7PnraWuYpHD2CXKRIhKKeOp2iTkZwtBAbNniZYHoFjcF/s400/GZAMETH.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297003950946121570&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;Shadowboxin&#39; - GZA ft. Method Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot; font-weight: bold;font-size:17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s only right that I start off this series of posts with a Wu banger. This is my favorite cut off of GZA&#39;s &quot;Liquid Swords&quot; hands down. Everything about this track is perfection. Silly Kung Fu movie samples, grimy RZA-style beats with a little bit of tasteful scratching thrown in here and there, GZA coming correct as always, and Meth killing the track like he has never killed a track before. I seriously think the verses Meth lays down in this song are his best ever. Perfectly on beat,  swagger x million + another million, even his bantering over the samples during the &quot;chorus&quot; oozes swagger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Meth sends out the perfect message to every rapper right before GZA&#39;s verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&quot;Because your naps ain&#39;t nappy enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And your reefs ain&#39;t rugged enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bitch&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it is, no one will ever match the Wu&#39;s grimy, rugged, straight NY gutter style. EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your consideration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/mmnOJ0bq1Gw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/mmnOJ0bq1Gw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/01/songs-i-will-never-get-tired-of-vi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7DljZq9e7xhaaP5DJO0yPMIOmslvbpM1biEY-aZpKlOPIFmgL7Tx4uptrjCxSvCNDSmVAdD7DFLUdk6Fk31Ax8FVmENmAPfL7PnraWuYpHD2CXKRIhKKeOp2iTkZwtBAbNniZYHoFjcF/s72-c/GZAMETH.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-2494930980481257514</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 11:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:15:43.457-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>Deja Vu?</title><description>I get the feeling I did one of these not too long ago, but per Roy&#39;s request:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 16 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. henry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. does not beat around the bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. hates stinky tofu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. is a snob when it comes to rap music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. has a mancrush on Lebron James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. hates waking up when the hour hand is at the double-digits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. is scared of getting a beer belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. has seen superbad and the first harold and kumar 5 billion times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. reads calvin &amp;amp; hobbes if he can&#39;t fall asleep (from 1st grade until present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. has an addictive personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. can&#39;t stand every song on &quot;rock band&quot;, even the ones he used to like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. is allergic to something at Todai but doesn&#39;t know what, so never ever goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. used to spend all his money on SB Dunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. would rather freeze in cold weather than burn in hot weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. doesn&#39;t like using a towel more than once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. is anal about how his mp3s are organized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. had ear piercings for ~2 yrs</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/01/deja-vu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-3051856437398459167</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:15:57.146-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><title>Oscar Picks from Someone who has Watched About 25% 15% of the Nominations</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGyEIjmBHPZal1pc7ajn7RpTWG6o7F3MjUlldQnc6_0lEOg-nWqu_3FJJGQBZZ7QeJdh_70Poh1TJj9oe2JIkB9hG5elnVQ39cVjZDpW32VUc4lNCBdn_XU913-KW87GqpL5f-VPEagmCs/s1600-h/bedtimestories1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGyEIjmBHPZal1pc7ajn7RpTWG6o7F3MjUlldQnc6_0lEOg-nWqu_3FJJGQBZZ7QeJdh_70Poh1TJj9oe2JIkB9hG5elnVQ39cVjZDpW32VUc4lNCBdn_XU913-KW87GqpL5f-VPEagmCs/s400/bedtimestories1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294309610808779922&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the nominations are out, it&#39;s time for an acclaimed film critic like myself to give my thoughts on what the finest performances of 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Best supporting actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Nominees:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Amy Adams - Doubt&lt;br /&gt;Penelope Cruz - Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;Viola Davis - Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Taraji&lt;/span&gt; P Henson - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;Marisa &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Tomei&lt;/span&gt; - The Wrestler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;My Pick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EVA - Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;I haven&#39;t seen any of these movies so I&#39;m going to stick with what I know. EVA gave the best performance a white robot that looks a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;suppository&lt;/span&gt; ever can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Best Supporting Actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Nominees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Josh Brolin - Milk&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey Jr - Tropic Thunder&lt;br /&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman - Doubt&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger - The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;Michael Shannon - Revolutionary Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;My Pick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger - The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go with the Joker here. Sick + twisted = sick wit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Best Actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Nominees:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anne Hathaway - Rachel Getting Married&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie - Changeling&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Leo - Frozen River&lt;br /&gt;Meryl Streep - Doubt&lt;br /&gt;Kate Winslet - The Reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;My Pick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Britney Spears - Her Life&lt;br /&gt;Once again, a bunch of movies I have not seen yet (probably will not see ever). But give it up for Britney huh? She went from shaving her head to having the most annoying song on the radio by far. That HAS to net a golden statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Best Actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Nominees:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Jenkins - The Visitor&lt;br /&gt;Frank Langella - Frost/Nixon&lt;br /&gt;Sean Penn - Milk&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Rourke - The Wrestler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;My Pick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Starks - Ironman&lt;br /&gt;Alright so the only movie I saw out of the nominees was Milk, and Sean Penn was amazing in it, but c&#39;mon, Tony Starks starred in the first comic book movie I ever liked. He was one of the coolest movie characters I have ever seen and deserves a statue for being so. A solid gold rendition of Ironman molded in the same position as the Oscar statues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Best Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Nominees:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;The Reader&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;My Pick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;Alright so we all know the Dark Knight was snubbed for the nomination. We also all know (by this point) that my pick does not necessarily reflect a film that has been nominated. But honestly, Slumdog is the movie of the year. Dark Knight is cool as hell to watch but Slumdog is cool as hell to watch AND poignant. And they play Sigur Ros - Hoppipola in the trailer too. Also cool as hell.  If you haven&#39;t seen it, it is a must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/01/oscar-picks-from-someone-who-has.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGyEIjmBHPZal1pc7ajn7RpTWG6o7F3MjUlldQnc6_0lEOg-nWqu_3FJJGQBZZ7QeJdh_70Poh1TJj9oe2JIkB9hG5elnVQ39cVjZDpW32VUc4lNCBdn_XU913-KW87GqpL5f-VPEagmCs/s72-c/bedtimestories1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-2618978660693859900</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 03:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:16:32.805-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internet</category><title>You Got BBC All on Ya Bedroom Walls</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Every now and then, I see the most bizarre headlines on my homepage (news.bbc.co.uk). What makes  them funny is that this is supposed to be a legit news source, but everyone makes mistakes right? Right. Here are a couple of choice ones that have come my way:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Exhibit A: Hi! My Name Is...Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzqKsXWtZg3PyBXe7SmUGors4oF0BX3-7COnrMkDiNZq62t78H0PbtIpADFxQec1HOJRlduk8pW4ktKOhAUUhKL66b4ojEYUdyzFEeFoxKaWhJdyQRR5IiqpagqWaAIV_-urM4hL8kLKO/s1600-h/Picture+2.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzqKsXWtZg3PyBXe7SmUGors4oF0BX3-7COnrMkDiNZq62t78H0PbtIpADFxQec1HOJRlduk8pW4ktKOhAUUhKL66b4ojEYUdyzFEeFoxKaWhJdyQRR5IiqpagqWaAIV_-urM4hL8kLKO/s400/Picture+2.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293948747318261250&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this is because it is British media but &quot;Dog-Fighting NFL Man&quot; sounds a bit... sophomoric to be published don&#39;t you think. 3x Pro Bowler might not mean anything to the BBC but &quot;Michael Vick&quot; is less characters to type. It almost sounds like a superhero with a power that no one else wants. Like Professor X was handing out powers and he was the last one to get picked so he had to pick dog-fighting. If only he cut in line in front of Gambit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Exhibit B: Advice for the Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-H8uDPjVCngnPX48Tx4EFYppdcY7EZaP6knJq28o4JD47JmP6v6m5s0r8ivw-3GVcoLPdwKOfPE0f77nd5GtQIF4zQpeogCLTyaXuirt5Ps03bQXICfOSN3baehZsqjvVclYa6t8d52j/s1600-h/Picture+1.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-H8uDPjVCngnPX48Tx4EFYppdcY7EZaP6knJq28o4JD47JmP6v6m5s0r8ivw-3GVcoLPdwKOfPE0f77nd5GtQIF4zQpeogCLTyaXuirt5Ps03bQXICfOSN3baehZsqjvVclYa6t8d52j/s400/Picture+1.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293948739296446738&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much needs to be said here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of news media, is anyone else tired of hearing about how Chief Justice Roberts and President Obama took a misstep on the swearing in? I mean CNN&#39;s Rick Sanchez brought in Carlos Mencia to discuss it, come on y0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-got-bbc-all-on-ya-bedroom-walls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzqKsXWtZg3PyBXe7SmUGors4oF0BX3-7COnrMkDiNZq62t78H0PbtIpADFxQec1HOJRlduk8pW4ktKOhAUUhKL66b4ojEYUdyzFEeFoxKaWhJdyQRR5IiqpagqWaAIV_-urM4hL8kLKO/s72-c/Picture+2.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-4452722783878080095</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 06:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:16:56.193-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><title>K(rack)-Pop</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqPxKcs_MGwakVc_AcnasIdWuHwy6nVQU7HZ71FQG1tDVketcLMBmVRsWvl7I09oySY2mCmk-unohT2RHJc3cKFSQ19hBJFLE6_vErhhyphenhyphenuQP6zBac2dZQM4c4l7GZ6CH18j9VicRxAX_T/s1600-h/229784.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 214px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqPxKcs_MGwakVc_AcnasIdWuHwy6nVQU7HZ71FQG1tDVketcLMBmVRsWvl7I09oySY2mCmk-unohT2RHJc3cKFSQ19hBJFLE6_vErhhyphenhyphenuQP6zBac2dZQM4c4l7GZ6CH18j9VicRxAX_T/s400/229784.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290310162528771378&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The cookie-cutter is hard at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s really amazing to me how K-Pop maintains it&#39;s popularity year in year out. It&#39;s a given that pop(ular) music will always dominate the charts in it&#39;s respective country but K-Pop is a truly special case.  Here are a few of the more salient features that led to this post:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It is consistently redundant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K-Pop has not evolved AT ALL in the last 10 decades. DBSK are just as fruity and homo as H.O.T. (in the &quot;Outside Castle&quot; phase) was, People Crew suck as much at rapping as Jinusean did, and Wonder Girls are just as corny as S.E.S. was. The only reason people think K-Pop evolves is because the ky00te little boys and girls of the SM and JYP super groups grow older. K-Pop = nonstop trip down memory lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the themes are consistent as well. You either have (a) falling in love or (b) falling out of love. K-Pop does a good job of dichotomizing the entire spectrum of human emotions into being happy + in love or being sad + in love. And this is always love in the teenager who just finished watching &quot;A Walk to Remember&quot; sense. It will be the day when I hear a Korean version of &quot;Ain&#39;t No Fun&quot; or &quot;Let&#39;s Get High&quot;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. It is consistently unoriginal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is absolutely NO ORIGINALITY when it comes to K-Pop. It is just a trickle down effect of the table scraps from American chart toppers. Every time I hear the new &quot;it&quot; song of the month, I always hear remnants of whatever was on the Billboard top 100 last year. It is just a repackaging of whatever worked in the American markets with a &quot;^_^&quot; face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say K-Pop is one of the premier showcases of capitalism. You have these big super mega record labels that pick out pretty Korean people or ones with a decent voice and butt heads with each other over who can market their team better. They thrust these pop icons into every talk show and quirky game show out there to give them maximum visibility. It&#39;s just a huge puppet show where studio execs have preset tracklists and cute little dances and they are just looking for a face to slap onto them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, K-Pop is incredibly catchy. That is why it is pop(ular). But I find it hard to be into K-Pop for more than a ~3 month stint. When there&#39;s that little substance, the same damn topic gets old really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And NO, this has nothing to do with &quot;hating my identity&quot;. If you think Korean culture is defined by the hot steaming cesspool that spews out &quot;Nobody but You&quot;, then you probably spend the bulk of your day reading DBSK fanfics and are in line hoping to get tickets for their next sub-par, lip-synced live performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On an unrelated note, here is my song of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;width:300px;&quot;&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;110&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/IXKkuvO6I7/aus=false/&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;FlashVars&quot; value=&quot;backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/IXKkuvO6I7/aus=false/&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;110&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; flashvars=&quot;backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:#000000E6E6E6;padding:1px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method=&quot;post&quot; action=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/&quot; style=&quot;margin:0;padding:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;EmbedSearchBox&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Search&quot; style=&quot;font-size:12px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding-top:3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=IXKkuvO6I7&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=IXKkuvO6I7&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=IXKkuvO6I7&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=IXKkuvO6I7&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/IXKkuvO6I7/&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/electronicmusic2/music/sxlBk_Gk/owl_city_the_saltwater_room/&quot;&gt;The Saltwater Room - Owl City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2009/01/krack-pop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqPxKcs_MGwakVc_AcnasIdWuHwy6nVQU7HZ71FQG1tDVketcLMBmVRsWvl7I09oySY2mCmk-unohT2RHJc3cKFSQ19hBJFLE6_vErhhyphenhyphenuQP6zBac2dZQM4c4l7GZ6CH18j9VicRxAX_T/s72-c/229784.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-896033339820424750</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 07:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:17:18.272-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>My Year in Lists</title><description>2008 is coming to a close and I just wanted to go over the highlights of each month in a sort of photo montage. If you click the picture, then you can see the whole thing. I cheated on July, August, and September because I did not have proper pictures. The legend is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt114JqMYGIwNmoNMLOO_RzCkwCSM1xRmpw36FKN2ykJc2XEpKunpCUlxIm5W3pFGoI1O28QlA7SABrZ8vhnjwObBGOeYkNHrr7fo_7rDihN019l0heLqU5X6aMagPHPEiR6gXXaW-W0qJ/s1600-h/2008full.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 49px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt114JqMYGIwNmoNMLOO_RzCkwCSM1xRmpw36FKN2ykJc2XEpKunpCUlxIm5W3pFGoI1O28QlA7SABrZ8vhnjwObBGOeYkNHrr7fo_7rDihN019l0heLqU5X6aMagPHPEiR6gXXaW-W0qJ/s400/2008full.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283256129305367954&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. DFC elementary teacher&lt;br /&gt;02. Vince&#39;s passing&lt;br /&gt;03. Baptism&lt;br /&gt;04. Giving Kathy the credit she demands&lt;br /&gt;05. John Terry shanks a penalty&lt;br /&gt;06. Graduation&lt;br /&gt;07. Angy&lt;br /&gt;08. LSAT&lt;br /&gt;09. LSAT&lt;br /&gt;10. Jon and Kathy get engaged&lt;br /&gt;11. 21st &amp;amp; Vegas for the 1st time&lt;br /&gt;12. NYCity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01-12, praise God for all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHuDYkdkxOfkTSgqKK9tI9JHAhPNmPxL780w0H9GDtJ4iO8zQrBPb7V9c7W8RWiRVY7n63JzuDe4rOozMRaftkmePDQ6Rcq66vjJzCT1zEVHmSnfp_RpQgTW05R_9XclxhHfz2tSVwS1_b/s1600-h/20081.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-year-in-lists.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt114JqMYGIwNmoNMLOO_RzCkwCSM1xRmpw36FKN2ykJc2XEpKunpCUlxIm5W3pFGoI1O28QlA7SABrZ8vhnjwObBGOeYkNHrr7fo_7rDihN019l0heLqU5X6aMagPHPEiR6gXXaW-W0qJ/s72-c/2008full.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-6043879836627113284</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 07:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:17:36.230-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NYC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>To the Moon and Back if You&#39;ll Be...</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Tij93r0NHh1C6nU_fxC9UtzuHQ6jGKrlVE7N1RTVSJ-DBXPmWimi1Zx6BhFJoOxA6uOAqPH4oDLCHjOMZhvGsfBFVUXyKnPIcJcbwr5u9_Gsxc2BHax9bAd5XVQpqxL-eI8-xkoorRg6/s1600-h/full_moon_large.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Tij93r0NHh1C6nU_fxC9UtzuHQ6jGKrlVE7N1RTVSJ-DBXPmWimi1Zx6BhFJoOxA6uOAqPH4oDLCHjOMZhvGsfBFVUXyKnPIcJcbwr5u9_Gsxc2BHax9bAd5XVQpqxL-eI8-xkoorRg6/s400/full_moon_large.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281036986354448706&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Conversation between a ~6yr old and his dad at the American Museum of Natural History in NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Hey look at this scale! If you step on it, it tells you what you weigh on the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(Steps onto the scale)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: I weight 5.6 pounds! Now you try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(~6 yr old steps on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Oh, it looks like you don&#39;t weigh anything on the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6yr old: Why??? &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(in a very distraught voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-moon-and-back-if-youll-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Tij93r0NHh1C6nU_fxC9UtzuHQ6jGKrlVE7N1RTVSJ-DBXPmWimi1Zx6BhFJoOxA6uOAqPH4oDLCHjOMZhvGsfBFVUXyKnPIcJcbwr5u9_Gsxc2BHax9bAd5XVQpqxL-eI8-xkoorRg6/s72-c/full_moon_large.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-6639542722994266194</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 19:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:17:54.207-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NYC</category><title>Piecing Together the Rotten Apple</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_mnXhjx6mPHJpJIptQ6GAf20g5UJmwBpfAGE2qUy0z7uLkPCpPkQad8DH7tqzjVxemcpOAsH-GQdpncV0u0sChnVXrNaymmiI3u6_5QTJKAuWoq0B2iLCrDefRoiY0KC7BUYuj2nbK6F/s1600-h/Picture+1.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_mnXhjx6mPHJpJIptQ6GAf20g5UJmwBpfAGE2qUy0z7uLkPCpPkQad8DH7tqzjVxemcpOAsH-GQdpncV0u0sChnVXrNaymmiI3u6_5QTJKAuWoq0B2iLCrDefRoiY0KC7BUYuj2nbK6F/s400/Picture+1.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270454047691916882&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything I&#39;m missing from the list? Let me know people! &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2008/11/piecing-together-rotten-apple.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_mnXhjx6mPHJpJIptQ6GAf20g5UJmwBpfAGE2qUy0z7uLkPCpPkQad8DH7tqzjVxemcpOAsH-GQdpncV0u0sChnVXrNaymmiI3u6_5QTJKAuWoq0B2iLCrDefRoiY0KC7BUYuj2nbK6F/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-5870564629345196437</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:18:09.613-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sports</category><title>Does Stu Lantz have ESP? (or maybe he just has amazing hearing)</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwlwPz1GpImBEQDbqvySu7Q3mXtqrFJEcThs2Bd2osDdv-XM2LmGR31omfiu6l0GwX3AKqHgjXtPbiTAqREiOQtGzscZad4ya8IHeXq7OArJGSXXYtnpuo8JT1cC2yHdfwLcx4sM8YTlL/s1600-h/285055542_0b6ee4fa71.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwlwPz1GpImBEQDbqvySu7Q3mXtqrFJEcThs2Bd2osDdv-XM2LmGR31omfiu6l0GwX3AKqHgjXtPbiTAqREiOQtGzscZad4ya8IHeXq7OArJGSXXYtnpuo8JT1cC2yHdfwLcx4sM8YTlL/s400/285055542_0b6ee4fa71.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270429455398103394&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever you watch Laker games on KCAL9, you are graced by the voices of Stu Lantz and Joel Meyers. They&#39;re not exactly the best commentating team (how awesome would it be to have Tommy Smyth commentating NBA games) but they do say some bizarre things that keep the games entertaining during the lulls (e.g. away @OKC). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m sure many people have picked up on this but Stu Lantz loves to make up dialogue for what&#39;s happening on the floor. He likes to make up for KCAL&#39;s lack of TNT&#39;s &quot;Wired&quot; (where they put a mic on a player) by sticking in his own dialogue about what they are saying (or sometimes...gasp...what they are THINKING).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a fast break play with Kobe and Ariza vs. the Bulls. Kobe throws a lob up backwards for Ariza to finish at the rim but Ariza passes it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;what&gt;&lt;/what&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;What probably happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KB24: This n00b better finish this alley-oop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TA3: F&amp;amp;*#* what kind of retard pass is this, now I have to try and save it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KB24: My team sucks, time for a trade demand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;what&gt;&lt;/what&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;What Stu says happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TA3: I don&#39;t want it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KB24: Ok, I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On an alley-oop from Gasol to Kobe vs. the Pistons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;what&gt;&lt;/what&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;What probably happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PG16: !Tomar la bola saltando hombre negro¡ &lt;translation&gt;&lt;/translation&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KB24: WTF you say to me? Ship your ass out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;What Stu says happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;what&gt;&lt;/what&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PG16: Go get it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kobe: Oh? Go get it? That&#39;s my nickname!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make sure to listen for it next time. Nothing says &quot;Stu-ism&quot; like faux, corny dialogue between Laker teammates. &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2008/11/does-stu-lantz-have-esp-or-maybe-he.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwlwPz1GpImBEQDbqvySu7Q3mXtqrFJEcThs2Bd2osDdv-XM2LmGR31omfiu6l0GwX3AKqHgjXtPbiTAqREiOQtGzscZad4ya8IHeXq7OArJGSXXYtnpuo8JT1cC2yHdfwLcx4sM8YTlL/s72-c/285055542_0b6ee4fa71.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-2546312433370401031</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:18:25.136-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">†</category><title>Ephesians 4:22</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Thursday, November 14th, 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;4:04 pm - henry&#39;s mu&#39;ffuckin birfday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was henry&#39;s birthday and he wanted grand theft auto vice city cause that&#39;s what we got for joel for his birthday on sunday. me, joel, and joseph chipped in money to buy henry&#39;s present and in algebra class, i had to wrap it in a book cover because joel bought the gift and he also let me borrow the money for my share. on my first try, it wasn&#39;t very successful because i had excess paper leftover and it looked all crinkled and ghetto. then i got a hall pass from the teacher and walked to the bookroom to get another book cover. it took me all period cause the rapper guy kept on telling jokes and i kept cracking up. then i wrote &quot;happy mu&#39;ffucking birthday nigga&quot; on the front and wrote &quot;from: joel (with 2 big ears on the sides of the o), vincent (=X =X =X =X =X =X), and joseph (with a -_- on the o). all in all it looked pretty nice but stupid joel erased &quot;mu&#39;ffucking&quot; and on the back he wrote &quot;joel paid for the whole thing.&quot; stupid flip. he thinks he&#39;s all smart but he&#39;s fucking dirty and ashy. i scratched his arm and all this ash fell from it and it felt like i was scratching an old lady or somethin. then at lunch there was a packet of taco sauce on the floor and i stepped on it cause i was wondering if there were anymore left in there. and then i guess i stepped on it too hard, and coincidentally, henry was standing right in front of me, and instead of going on his shoes or his pants, it went on his new sweater! damn i felt so bad and then joseph tried to be funny and kept on trying to stone-cold stun me. Happy birfday you nigga. HA stupid joel try to erase that u dirty filipino. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is an entry from my friend Vince&#39;s livejournal. The date on it was over six years ago, when I was a sophmore in high school. I think I can speak for absolutely everyone when I say that we are very different from how we were six years ago. There&#39;s the obvious physical and circumstantial differences. I don&#39;t have that stupid haircut anymore, I put on a little (but not much more) weight, and my brother hit a borderline unfair growth spurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But things are different in much more significant matters as well. The person who wrote that entry six years ago is no longer alive. The question that I&#39;m left with after reading this entry is, is the subject of the entry still alive as well? Is the same impulsive, hedonistic, duplicitous, arrogant, pugnacious 15-yr old still around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What makes this question important is that in Ephesians 4:22, Paul emphasizes the importance of laying aside the old self. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Prima facie&lt;/span&gt;, I think it&#39;s easy for me to say that I have set aside the old me. I spend my Sunday mornings and Friday nights in way that my 15-yr old counterpart never would have, I have the &quot;religious views&quot; box filled in on my Facebook profile, and I know who Chris Tomlin is. But that&#39;s nothing more than what&#39;s on the surface - &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;prima facie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Unfortunately, I think I fail when it comes to Paul&#39;s urging. Just because I hold my tongue doesn&#39;t mean that I am rid of the bitterness I harbored before. Just because I haven&#39;t choked off a bong rip in years doesn&#39;t mean I have stopped letting the worthless objects of the world have such a profound influence on me. And just because I pray before I sleep doesn&#39;t mean that I am truly repenting of my sin-ridden self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But, in Christ, I will always have hope. The single most important event of my life from Nov. 14, 2002 until now was when I came to know Christ, and I&#39;m going to redouble my efforts to truly show that it is. No matter what the world throws at me, it will be an awesome year. Praise God, and bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In the entry I quoted above, my French II teacher saw the GTA: Vice City game that was wrapped in the book cover and she was reading what my friends wrote on it. When she got to the &quot;Happy Birthday Niga&quot; part (it was missing a second &quot;g&quot;), she kept reading the &quot;Niga&quot; over and over trying to figure out what it was. She then asked another student what a &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;nye-gah&quot;&lt;/span&gt; was and the student replied &quot;try pronouncing it another way&quot;. She then looked at it again, said &quot;oh my&quot; and handed it back to me with a shocked look on her face. Classic Vince.</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2008/11/ephesians-422.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-7492077917857939341</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 07:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:19:09.825-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>Yes, I Did</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6prajjq0wJk5SZ7h5_fuAnT8MXw6ePJxz6vTAcsOJy3JtKPgnWu4AFSxzbzUL07SQ_y2txZjcXPd3QAC9ZsoYZK0UlraercENsfwmVFf3PVo0Q2O1uVw0B5F1nBx8OdWWIAsdIJ3w7mD/s1600-h/ifyouarecleverenoughtofindthismessage.youaresmartenoughtovote.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6prajjq0wJk5SZ7h5_fuAnT8MXw6ePJxz6vTAcsOJy3JtKPgnWu4AFSxzbzUL07SQ_y2txZjcXPd3QAC9ZsoYZK0UlraercENsfwmVFf3PVo0Q2O1uVw0B5F1nBx8OdWWIAsdIJ3w7mD/s400/ifyouarecleverenoughtofindthismessage.youaresmartenoughtovote.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265072142206431730&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-small;&quot;&gt;from &lt;a href=&quot;http://postsecret.com/&quot;&gt;Postsecret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m excited about what the future holds for this country. I desperately hope that the 44th President will be more than an empty suit speaking forceful words. I&#39;m not completely sold on Obama yet, but I am looking forward to being proven wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite an experience voting for the first time today. I woke up early enough so that I could go to my polling place as soon as it opened. The day started by digging through my dirty clothes and picking the ones that smelled acceptable. I was tired but I read about the free coffee ad Starbucks so I was running on some form of pseudo-caffeine when I walked into the polling place. My heart skipped a beat when the poll worker couldn&#39;t find my name on the list of registered voters. I had been bugging Angy to register and go out and vote and I threatened to kill Jasmine if she didn&#39;t vote the night before so, needless to say, I would have looked incredibly stupid if I didn&#39;t cast my own ballot. Fortunately, the absence of my name on the list was just a minor oversight and I stamped a couple bubbles here and there and jammed my ballot into something that looked like the bastard child of a paper shredder and R2D2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt a little embarrassed asking for the cashier for a free tall of coffee, not because I was embarrassed about asking for free stuff but because of the evil eye and curt nod she gave me. However, the barista who handed me my coffee was friendly enough such that I felt only slightly pathetic. Then I took a step outside, felt the temperature drop a good 20 degrees, glanced at the overcast skies, and felt damn proud to be an American.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voting is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-postsecret-im-excited-about-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6prajjq0wJk5SZ7h5_fuAnT8MXw6ePJxz6vTAcsOJy3JtKPgnWu4AFSxzbzUL07SQ_y2txZjcXPd3QAC9ZsoYZK0UlraercENsfwmVFf3PVo0Q2O1uVw0B5F1nBx8OdWWIAsdIJ3w7mD/s72-c/ifyouarecleverenoughtofindthismessage.youaresmartenoughtovote.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-409293930627242718</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:19:37.474-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">†</category><title>The Burger Court and Why You Can&#39;t Always Have it Your Way (or Why I am Flip Flopping on the 11th Hour)</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgieWZlFiu7RJxOre95a1uP4fAA6JeSV6pDWJtHvMU-8DGbWflpmPjgHQRfjAqIERhtGzL1Vrw6wzjdSNLWxdnmOA_KG5Z8ORV7KblVCGM1usWq6K1Wt-Q-MsslLO2KWNdmhV33KHRSzeEh/s1600-h/segregation.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgieWZlFiu7RJxOre95a1uP4fAA6JeSV6pDWJtHvMU-8DGbWflpmPjgHQRfjAqIERhtGzL1Vrw6wzjdSNLWxdnmOA_KG5Z8ORV7KblVCGM1usWq6K1Wt-Q-MsslLO2KWNdmhV33KHRSzeEh/s400/segregation.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264673859313762594&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What to do with Prop 8...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &quot;yes&quot; vote entails - ultra-conservative, narrow-minded fascist who endorses discriminatory practices to preserve a status quo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &quot;no&quot; vote entails - godless homosexual with no respect for traditional family values which potentially opens the floodgates for all sorts of abhorrent sins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not voting at all entails - coward who should move to Saudi Arabia where all legislative agendas will comfortably be picked for you by the royal powers that be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, these are all gross exaggerations (except for &quot;not voting at all&quot;. if you don&#39;t want to do your basic duty as a citizen, then you are a motherf****** p*****). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who has talked to me about the issue, overheard me talking  about the issue, talked to another person about my opinions on the issue, or inferred from my facial expressions my opinion on the issue knows that I am a &quot;no&quot; voter on Prop. 8.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?  Simply, it is unconstitutional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our government&#39;s job is to protect, preserve, and enforce the rights we enjoy for all citizens, regardless of race, ethnicity, religion, hair color, favorite sports team, geographic location, and SEXUAL ORIENTATION. I enjoyed attending schools with Chinese, White, Black, Mexican, Indian, Persian, etc. students and I have Brown v. Board of Education to thank for it. I like not looking for the &quot;Koreans only&quot; bathroom when my bladder is about to burst. Equal rights is an awesome thing and it&#39;s one of the things that makes me so proud to be an American. I think it is absolutely IMPOSSIBLE to not see a ban on same-sex marriage as anything other than discrimination.  You are creating a second-class of citizens that don&#39;t enjoy the same rights as the majority on the basis of one feature - their sexual orientation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, there is the kicker - the &quot;volta&quot; if you will. Homosexuality is SIN. Not just because it is an uncomfortable notion or just because it deviates from the norm but because biblically, it is what you would classify as a sin. And therein, lies the bottom line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is same-sex marriage rights a price I have to pay for enjoying the freedoms that I do now? I think it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does &quot;yes&quot; on Prop. 8 go against the Christian mantra of unequivocal love for all, including sinners? It might. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it make me a hypocrite to enjoy these freedoms and tolerate discrimination against others based on sexual orientation? ABSOLUTELY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what else can I do? It seems there&#39;s no middle ground in this case. &quot;Civil unions&quot; is Plessy v. Ferguson for the 21st century. My pastor said that whenever you are caught in a dilemma, side with grace. Am I really showing grace by voting &quot;yes&quot; on Prop. 8? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of questions about the issue that I have no idea how to answer. But I do know what the Bible says about homosexuality, and the day I came to know Christ was the day I vowed to serve Him. So it seems I have no other choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am going to vote &quot;yes&quot; on Prop. 8. I am going to say &quot;yes&quot; to discriminate and establish a status quo that seems incredibly undemocratic and fundamentally unamerican. Just like Warren Burger, I am going to take a stand against equality.  Not because of the ludicrously IDIOTIC arguments about gay marriage being taught in schools and the floodgates opening for all sorts of social deviants and the concept of family being destroyed (see &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slippery_slope&quot;&gt;Slippery Slope Fallacy&lt;/a&gt;), but because I am going by the only thing I know for sure. I think it is the &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; way to justify voting &quot;yes&quot; on Prop.8, because it is a sin and there is nothing more to be said on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether I vote &quot;yes&quot; or &quot;no&quot;, I will be disgusted with myself so it is better that I side with God, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I am not advocating you to vote any certain way. The only way a democracy will truly represent the will of the people is if the people vote according to what they think is important, not what some blogger tells them. So do your part, think about the issues, and cast your ballot with your OWN views in mind.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2008/11/burger-court-and-why-you-cant-always.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgieWZlFiu7RJxOre95a1uP4fAA6JeSV6pDWJtHvMU-8DGbWflpmPjgHQRfjAqIERhtGzL1Vrw6wzjdSNLWxdnmOA_KG5Z8ORV7KblVCGM1usWq6K1Wt-Q-MsslLO2KWNdmhV33KHRSzeEh/s72-c/segregation.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-5588369225391081671</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 08:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:19:50.537-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>Let me put you on the Game</title><description>Here are the rules for the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person who tagged you  &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;janjanntravels.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on the blog. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Write six random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag six people at the end of your post. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;tag yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;why is this even a rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six Random Things About Myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am an absolute sucker for bands with male/female vocal duos (Belle and Sebastian, Stars, Los Campesinos, etc.), even if they suck really bad (e.g. Shiny Toy Guns)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Although my quant analysis leaves something to be desired, I live and die by numbers. Numbers never lie (but the people who use them certainly do). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I love the Christmas season. (Mid November to the end of the year). The ambience, the weather, the lights, the old faces, and Love Actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I get a real kick out of telling people they are wrong or telling people I disagree with them (which makes me a vindictive prick) , but I have toned it down a lot in recent years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am not picky, but man, there are a lot of things I don&#39;t like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I live my life for He who has saved me, but I fall on my face a lot of times while trying.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-me-put-you-on-game.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-6102216532134710464</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:20:20.182-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">†</category><title>&quot;Here I Am&quot;</title><description>Out of everything in Genesis 22, I found the reply &quot;Here I Am&quot; to be the most striking. We all know about how God repaid Abraham&#39;s faithfulness and trust when he offered up Isaac. It&#39;s not a small nor insignificant lesson by any means but the main sticking point for me is how Abraham responds to God&#39;s call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Here I Am&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find &quot;living for God&quot; and &quot;walking with Christ&quot; to be just as cliché as Obama&#39;s call for &quot;change&quot;. I find that too many times, rather than responding to God with &quot;here I am&quot;, I respond with &quot;hold on a minute, I&#39;m busy&quot; or &quot;..., I&#39;m tired&quot; or &quot;..., I&#39;m hungry&quot; or &quot;...., I have to go to the bathroom&quot;, and you get the point. Maybe that&#39;s why it&#39;s so hard for me to hear what He is telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s all too easy to think of dying for Christ when there are the angels spilling their bowls filled with blood and what not upon the earth. If you saw all this happening, then of course you would respond the same way Abraham did. But what makes today any different? What makes it so hard to respond, right now, with a firm, resonant, &quot;here I am?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money?&lt;br /&gt;The new Macbooks?&lt;br /&gt;The World Series?&lt;br /&gt;The election?&lt;br /&gt;The new episode of Heroes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Most men forget God all day and ask Him to remember them at night&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&#39;s all fix our eyes upon what really matters.</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-3530322080847124367</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 01:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:20:31.399-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><title>Posers Can&#39;t Stop It</title><description>&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/WO_hkWn56GY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/WO_hkWn56GY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;True geek rap fashion with thick frames, big digital watches, and supras/nike SB high tops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That handshake is sick nasty, anyone want to partake in it with me?  &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2008/10/posers-cant-stop-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418015628847453675.post-6192583716574282214</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 08:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:20:43.800-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>It&#39;s OK my will is good.</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oXeEf9_0um-jHCi4B7e_XPSb_TawEr_sNDp9upV59ecBLbONyPr0QeJolgEijy9dHPzZ4zIKmpAHT2LWZKU2qccrCthAyet5feLZZPAM3zXLWC_yx0DpjjUMDp4-wvWVxtmF8KUHf417/s1600-h/tunnel.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oXeEf9_0um-jHCi4B7e_XPSb_TawEr_sNDp9upV59ecBLbONyPr0QeJolgEijy9dHPzZ4zIKmpAHT2LWZKU2qccrCthAyet5feLZZPAM3zXLWC_yx0DpjjUMDp4-wvWVxtmF8KUHf417/s400/tunnel.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248050519183539330&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hears through the Holy Spirit who was given to us&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Romans 5:3-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the time just flew, and test date is now officially two weeks away.  LSATs are grueling to say the least.  There is a huge sense of uneasiness that is setting in but at the same time, I am looking forward to the prospect of being done (with this phase of the process at least).  Though I don&#39;t feel quite ready, I will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that through this whole process, my prayer life has gotten a lot stronger than before.  Part of it has to do with those moments when I&#39;m just completely sick of doing logic games, or assumption questions and I want to take my eyes off 12pt. Times New Roman for a bit.  But, the bigger part of it is that I feel I am becoming more cognizant of my role in God&#39;s &quot;big picture&quot;.  To clarify, I am beginning to understand what is required of me as a part of the bigger picture, and one important realization is that there is absolutely nothing I can do without God.  There is no characteristic I possess that allows me to be less reliant on God than any other person, and in light of this fact, I have been seeking God much more fervently.  The joy of realizing how little I can do on my own comes from knowing that I can always seek an audience with God to ask for help.  It is not on the basis of this alone that I glorify Him, but it does strengthen the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I descend into the last two weeks of LSAT fun, I ask for your prayers.  Don&#39;t pray that I get a 180 on test day, but pray that whatever I do is God&#39;s will.  If I do get a 180, awesome.  If I get really sick and throw up on my test and get banned from all administrations of the LSAT for life, great.  I will praise God either way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;P.S. The title of this post is a song by The Smiths.  It&#39;s not related to anything in this post, but it is an awesome song (very much worth an illegal download).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://henr0.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-light-and-it-never-goes-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (h.chung)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oXeEf9_0um-jHCi4B7e_XPSb_TawEr_sNDp9upV59ecBLbONyPr0QeJolgEijy9dHPzZ4zIKmpAHT2LWZKU2qccrCthAyet5feLZZPAM3zXLWC_yx0DpjjUMDp4-wvWVxtmF8KUHf417/s72-c/tunnel.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>