Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
mr. chan
ever since i've turned 24 years old two days ago, more people are starting to call me 'sir' or 'mr. chan'. like 'thank you sir' or 'how are you doing mr. chan' ... before i was getting called 'buddy' or 'pal' or even 'kid'... it was pretty weird at first. people have always been telling me that i look young... maybe i'll start growing a beard.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Doodle 4 Google
Doodle 4 Google is a competition where Google invited K-12 students to reinvent Google's homepage logo. This year Google asked U.S. kids to doodle around the theme "What if...?"
The winning doodle, selected from over 16,000 entries, was created by Grace Moon, a 6th grader at Canyon Middle School from Castro Valley, California. Grace's lovely doodle, "Up in the Clouds," has graced the homepage, Google.com, on May 22nd, 2008.
The winning doodle, selected from over 16,000 entries, was created by Grace Moon, a 6th grader at Canyon Middle School from Castro Valley, California. Grace's lovely doodle, "Up in the Clouds," has graced the homepage, Google.com, on May 22nd, 2008.
Up in the Clouds
My doodle, "Up in the Clouds," expresses a world in the sky. This new world is clean and fresh, and people are social and enlightened. Every person here is treated as family no matter who they are. The bright sun heats this ideal place with warmth, love, and brightens everyone's day.
- Grace Moon
- Grace Moon’s perfect world is a place full of bright colors and sunshine, a place without violence or natural disasters, a place of peace and happiness. And on Thursday, it was a place that 100 million people got to visit. Hmmm, I like this idea of happy thoughts. Just perfect.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Boston Celtics vs Detroit Pistons (GM 1)
so yesterday night me and jazzy jane went to check out the celtics game. amazing. the seats were amazing, $250 per seat. well worth the value. i've actually never sat so close before and neither has jane. so naturally, we were pretty excited being up so close to the action. you can see the players sweat and hear them swear. everytime garnett scored, he would yell out something that contained the f word. haha...neither me or jane brought a camera so no pics were taken to show how close we were as well as the good time we were having. boston is in the eastern conference finals too so the whole arena was going wild everytime a celtics basket was scored, including me. afterwards, we were stuck in traffic ...in a parking lot for an hour... yes a parking lot. that was interesting, ha. overall, great game and what a nice quickie break from the cape.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
May 18th, 2008 . . . Graduations Galore
today marks a momentous day of achievement for many people. for some, this could be a celebratory end of a long and ardous academic career. and of course, there are always the over-achievers who will continue school and all the power to them. i remember when i graduated BU 2 years ago; that day seems like an eternity ago, almost fading from memory.
today, my brother and a few close friends are graduating. it's sunday and sunny and summer is just around the corner; what a perfect day to graduate. congratulations to everyone and much luck in future endeavors. today's plan should be to wake up, shake hands, get that expensive piece of paper, then graduate, and oh yeah, celebrate like there's no tomorrow (get shitfaced).
congratulations to the class of '08.
today, my brother and a few close friends are graduating. it's sunday and sunny and summer is just around the corner; what a perfect day to graduate. congratulations to everyone and much luck in future endeavors. today's plan should be to wake up, shake hands, get that expensive piece of paper, then graduate, and oh yeah, celebrate like there's no tomorrow (get shitfaced).
congratulations to the class of '08.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Las Vegas...the show
I'm talking about the television show. It is funny, clever, and wildly entertaining. I'm surprised it's not as popular as it should be. The plots are always interesting and the endings leave me wanting to watch more. It's about living the fast-paced and exciting life in sin city. What more can you ask more of a show: gambling, non-stop action, and a smokin' hot cast. Every time I watch the show, it makes me wanna visit LV again.
and the gorgeous Vanessa Marcil who plays "Sam" ... what a knockout ~
more more more . . .
and the gorgeous Vanessa Marcil who plays "Sam" ... what a knockout ~
more more more . . .
Lisa Ling: Intelligent, Passionate, and Extremely Sexy.
Is it just me, or does anyone else think that lisa ling is an incredible woman? Lisa Ling is a Chinese American journalist, best known for her role as a co-host of ABC's The View, host of National Geographic's Explorer, and special correspondent for the Oprah Winfrey Show. Recently, I've had the chance to catch some of her investigative reports on National Geographic. Her reports are fascinating, whether it be examining the harsh life in North Korea or investigating a meth epidemic that has spread worldwide. She takes upon issues that the everyday media fails to address and brings these issues in detail straight to the television set so the rest of the world can see. Her work inspires me. She is talented, smart, and exceptionally opinionated. What I noticed about her the most is her relentless passion to make changes and unveil the realities and truths about what's messed up in this world. She is a do-gooder. If only more women were like her...
From http://www.lisaling.com/ ~ "My Mission"
I want to raise consciousness about issues and stories that don't always make the headlines. I believe that global awareness makes a person smarter and ultimately more human. I'm grossed out by what "news" outlets masquerade as news. Mainstream media focuses on international locations only when there's catastrophe or war. It's a shame. There are so many fascinating people doing important things out there. As a journalist I've been blessed with the opportunity to travel all over the world. I want this to be a place for everyone to find out about people and organizations that I've encountered that are doing good work. I want to share some of my experiences and invite all of you to share your thoughts and stories you think should be told. Let's expand our horizons together.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Boston Celtics vs Cleveland Cavaliers (GM 3)
The Upside of Being Down
To be in a state of melancholy . . .
. . . maybe isn't such a bad thing afterall.
Melancholia forces us to think against the status quo. It thrives in unexplored middle ground between oppositions. It encourages new ways of conceiving and naming mysterious connections. It returns us to innocence, to irony, to that ability to play in potential without being constrained to the actual. Such revalations refresh our relationship to the world, grant us beautiful visions, energize our hearts and our minds. We are called to forge untested links to our environments. We are summoned to be creative and innovative.
Given these virtues of melancholia, why are thousands of psychiatrists and psychologists attempting to "cure" depression as if it were a terrible disease? Obviously, those suffering severe depression, suicidal and bordering on psychosis, require serious medications. But what of those millions of people who possess mild to moderate depression? Should these potential visionaries also be asked to eradicate their melancholia with the help of a pill? Should these possible innovators relinquish what might well be their greatest ability?
Right now, if the statistics are correct, about 15 percent of Americans are not happy. Soon, perhaps, with the help of psychopharmaceuticals, we shall have no more unhappy people in our country. Melancholics will become unknown.
This would be an unparalleled tragedy. With no more melancholics, we would live in a world in which everyone simply accepted the status quo, in which everyone would simply be content with the given.
Why are we pushing toward such a hellish condition?
The answer is simple: fear. Most hide behind the smile because they are afraid of facing the world's complexity, its vagueness, its terrible beauties. If they stay safely hidden behind their painted grins, then how is it are we suppose to improve the present?
To foster a society of total happiness is to promote a culture of fear. Do we really want to give away our courage for societal conformity? Are we ready to relinquish our most essential hearts for a good night's sleep, a season of contentment? We must ignore the seductions of our blissed-out culture and somehow hold to our sadness. We must find a way, difficult as it may be, to be who we are, sullenness and all.
To be against happiness, to avert contentment, is to be close to joy, to embrace ecstasy. Incompleteness is the call to life. Fragmentation is freedom. The exhilaration of never knowing anything fully is that you can perpetually imagine sublimities beyond reason.
. . . maybe isn't such a bad thing afterall.
Melancholia forces us to think against the status quo. It thrives in unexplored middle ground between oppositions. It encourages new ways of conceiving and naming mysterious connections. It returns us to innocence, to irony, to that ability to play in potential without being constrained to the actual. Such revalations refresh our relationship to the world, grant us beautiful visions, energize our hearts and our minds. We are called to forge untested links to our environments. We are summoned to be creative and innovative.
Given these virtues of melancholia, why are thousands of psychiatrists and psychologists attempting to "cure" depression as if it were a terrible disease? Obviously, those suffering severe depression, suicidal and bordering on psychosis, require serious medications. But what of those millions of people who possess mild to moderate depression? Should these potential visionaries also be asked to eradicate their melancholia with the help of a pill? Should these possible innovators relinquish what might well be their greatest ability?
Right now, if the statistics are correct, about 15 percent of Americans are not happy. Soon, perhaps, with the help of psychopharmaceuticals, we shall have no more unhappy people in our country. Melancholics will become unknown.
This would be an unparalleled tragedy. With no more melancholics, we would live in a world in which everyone simply accepted the status quo, in which everyone would simply be content with the given.
Why are we pushing toward such a hellish condition?
The answer is simple: fear. Most hide behind the smile because they are afraid of facing the world's complexity, its vagueness, its terrible beauties. If they stay safely hidden behind their painted grins, then how is it are we suppose to improve the present?
To foster a society of total happiness is to promote a culture of fear. Do we really want to give away our courage for societal conformity? Are we ready to relinquish our most essential hearts for a good night's sleep, a season of contentment? We must ignore the seductions of our blissed-out culture and somehow hold to our sadness. We must find a way, difficult as it may be, to be who we are, sullenness and all.
To be against happiness, to avert contentment, is to be close to joy, to embrace ecstasy. Incompleteness is the call to life. Fragmentation is freedom. The exhilaration of never knowing anything fully is that you can perpetually imagine sublimities beyond reason.
In an absolut world . . .
In an absolut world, we are without limitations. We are uncontrolled, unrestricted, and unconditioned. Everything is perfect and everything is complete in itself.
In an absolut world, everyone is a visionary. We believe that someonewhere in our minds, in all of us, there's things we would like to change, invent, innovate, or turn upside down. And in an absolut world, these visions happen.
In my absolut world, there are no rules. None. Money is worthless. True love exists. Moments in time are frozen. And in my absolut world, what seemed impossible before is now easy.
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