I miss 90's hip-hop.
I still love today's climate of music, but when I listen to these albums from the 90's, I get nostalgic.
I wish I was my current age back in the 90's, just so I could be more appreciative of all the classics that 90's hip-hop gave us.
Sit back, light up a joint and spin 'Midnight Marauders' from beginning to the end.
That's what I want right now.
I don't want to deal with any of this bullshit.
I just want...that.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Earth Intruders
Essays are the death of me.
I am not motivated AT ALL. This is really bad.
It's Thursday, 5:18AM, and I am nowhere near finishing any of these essays.
Instead, I'd rather watch 'Martin' and roll around in my bed with a book across my stomach.
I am not motivated AT ALL. This is really bad.
It's Thursday, 5:18AM, and I am nowhere near finishing any of these essays.
Instead, I'd rather watch 'Martin' and roll around in my bed with a book across my stomach.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Doctor Who?
DOCTOR GU!!!!!!
Congrats Wendy Gu.
I mean...
Congrats Dr. Wendy Gu!
You know what this means right?
FREE PHYSICALS FOR EVERYBODY!!!! AHHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
iJokes.
Congrats Wendy Gu.
I mean...
Congrats Dr. Wendy Gu!
You know what this means right?
FREE PHYSICALS FOR EVERYBODY!!!! AHHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
iJokes.
Monday, April 23, 2007
SLEEP WALKER.
You'd think that learning about the effects of sleep deprivation over and over again would make an individual more aware about his sleeping habits.
HA.
Yesterday night, due to Helen Kim's nagging (ijoke), I managed to come across my old xanga from 2002-2003. Quite a blast from the past, if I say so myself. Reading through old entries about your life during your adolescent years makes you feel ancient. While I only updated that xanga once or twice a month, it was interesting to read the shit I would whine about. Here are some funny things that I said on that xanga, paraphrased:
- Speech is fun.
- My friends are falling apart.
- I dislike my father.
- SAT classes were horrible.
- I hated being called 'fat' while I was in Korea.
- I LOVE 50 Cent.
- I have a lot of 'internet' friends from the forum I use to post at.
- I am probably depressed.
- My parents party more than I do. (This has not changed. Hahaha)
Yea. I tried to find my other xanga from 2000-2002, but I can't remember the fuckin user name. All I know is that those entries will be depressing as shit because I was going through my awkward, fat, lonely, Lineage-playing, new to California phase.
I'm glad that I can look back at these things and laugh it off. However, it's a bit creepy as well, because I remembered all my angsty emotions as I was writing those entries. It's hard to believe that I was that angsty back then. I don't think I've changed DRASTICALLY since my younger days, but I've definitely grown. If you read those entries, they all give off the 'Jason Chung and his bad grammer' vibe that you get when you're reading the entries on this blog.
(I've accepted the fact that I don't remember anything about proper sentence structure and grammer.)
I even went through the old entries on this blog and found myself feeling ancient. I think I'm mostly shocked by how fast a year has gone by.
Anyway. If y'all got old blogs and shit like that, take some time to browse the old text that you wrote back in 2003, 2002, or 2004. Trust me. It's fun. Or horrifying. Or...sexy.
PS: I have officially changed my flight to the 21st of June. My flight arrives at LAX at 18:35. Yay.
HA.
Yesterday night, due to Helen Kim's nagging (ijoke), I managed to come across my old xanga from 2002-2003. Quite a blast from the past, if I say so myself. Reading through old entries about your life during your adolescent years makes you feel ancient. While I only updated that xanga once or twice a month, it was interesting to read the shit I would whine about. Here are some funny things that I said on that xanga, paraphrased:
- Speech is fun.
- My friends are falling apart.
- I dislike my father.
- SAT classes were horrible.
- I hated being called 'fat' while I was in Korea.
- I LOVE 50 Cent.
- I have a lot of 'internet' friends from the forum I use to post at.
- I am probably depressed.
- My parents party more than I do. (This has not changed. Hahaha)
Yea. I tried to find my other xanga from 2000-2002, but I can't remember the fuckin user name. All I know is that those entries will be depressing as shit because I was going through my awkward, fat, lonely, Lineage-playing, new to California phase.
I'm glad that I can look back at these things and laugh it off. However, it's a bit creepy as well, because I remembered all my angsty emotions as I was writing those entries. It's hard to believe that I was that angsty back then. I don't think I've changed DRASTICALLY since my younger days, but I've definitely grown. If you read those entries, they all give off the 'Jason Chung and his bad grammer' vibe that you get when you're reading the entries on this blog.
(I've accepted the fact that I don't remember anything about proper sentence structure and grammer.)
I even went through the old entries on this blog and found myself feeling ancient. I think I'm mostly shocked by how fast a year has gone by.
Anyway. If y'all got old blogs and shit like that, take some time to browse the old text that you wrote back in 2003, 2002, or 2004. Trust me. It's fun. Or horrifying. Or...sexy.
PS: I have officially changed my flight to the 21st of June. My flight arrives at LAX at 18:35. Yay.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Que Sera Sera
I might be coming home on the 21st of June.
My parents want me to come home early because they want to me attend one of those dull family weddings. You know the ones I'm talking about. They are the distant cousins that you've never met or heard of until the wedding was announced. You have no clue what they look like, no clue who they are and no clue as to how they are intertwined in your family lineage.
I can already guess that the wedding will be at a church of some sort, so I'll have to sit through a dry sermon about God and his amazing and undying love for the couple getting married. On top of that, the choir will start singing Christian hymms in Korean that everyone happens to know the lyrics to, except me.
The food will taste like typical catered Korean food. Cold 갈비 (kalbi), tasteless 김치 (kimchi), salty 미역국 (seaweed soup), watery 만두 (dumplings) and rock hard 떡 (rice cakes).
If I end up getting hitched, I will make my wife plan a bomb ass wedding. None of this churchy, Asian crap. No offense to the church lovers and Asian embracers, but I want a wedding somewhere out in the open with an open bar and a massive massive buffet table full of dead animals. RAW DEAD ANIMALS. We can feast like a pride of lions. IT WILL BE GLORIOUS!! LEAVE NONE FOR THE VULTURES I SAY!!
That was a joke.
I think my dad told me the wedding will take place in Santa Barbara. And I think he said it wasn't at a church.
I know. I made you think it was at a church. Sucka. I just wanted an excuse to rant about weddings.
Actually, I don't think my dad told me anything about the wedding, except that it's going to be near Santa Barbara. I probably made up the whole 'not at a church' thing in my head.
If this wedding ends up being at a church....hahaha. The jokes on me.
My parents want me to come home early because they want to me attend one of those dull family weddings. You know the ones I'm talking about. They are the distant cousins that you've never met or heard of until the wedding was announced. You have no clue what they look like, no clue who they are and no clue as to how they are intertwined in your family lineage.
I can already guess that the wedding will be at a church of some sort, so I'll have to sit through a dry sermon about God and his amazing and undying love for the couple getting married. On top of that, the choir will start singing Christian hymms in Korean that everyone happens to know the lyrics to, except me.
The food will taste like typical catered Korean food. Cold 갈비 (kalbi), tasteless 김치 (kimchi), salty 미역국 (seaweed soup), watery 만두 (dumplings) and rock hard 떡 (rice cakes).
If I end up getting hitched, I will make my wife plan a bomb ass wedding. None of this churchy, Asian crap. No offense to the church lovers and Asian embracers, but I want a wedding somewhere out in the open with an open bar and a massive massive buffet table full of dead animals. RAW DEAD ANIMALS. We can feast like a pride of lions. IT WILL BE GLORIOUS!! LEAVE NONE FOR THE VULTURES I SAY!!
That was a joke.
I think my dad told me the wedding will take place in Santa Barbara. And I think he said it wasn't at a church.
I know. I made you think it was at a church. Sucka. I just wanted an excuse to rant about weddings.
Actually, I don't think my dad told me anything about the wedding, except that it's going to be near Santa Barbara. I probably made up the whole 'not at a church' thing in my head.
If this wedding ends up being at a church....hahaha. The jokes on me.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Days and Nights...
...passed as I sat in front of this macbook screen, typing a long entry about my thoughts on a few subjects. However, blogspot decided to be a 'nappy headed ho' and deleted my entry.
I'm too aggrivated to type it all out again, so I will be brief and concise.
1) Don Imus, Hip-Hop & Oprah.
Don Imus called a female basketball team "nappy headed hos" and then goes on to say that black rappers say it all the time and they don't get a penality. Get the fuck outta hea IMUS. Imus deserved to be fired. That's like white people saying 'Black people use the word 'nigga' all the time, why can't I?!' So of course, in predictable fashion, the white media decides to shift the whole focus onto hip-hop culture and its horrible effects on society and mainstream culture. What do I say to that?
STOP BLAMING HIP-HOP AND STOP BLAMING RAPPERS. Y'ALL KNOW YOU'RE USING HIP-HOP AS A SCAPEGOAT. Misogyny didn't pop up when hip-hop was born! Misogyny has been deep rooted in this country's history since those ships escaped from the British. Don't get me wrong. I acknowledge that there is a problem in the hip-hop community, but you know what? It is not the fault of rappers. The problem is with the music industry. They are the ones that promote these songs degrading women.
What's the solution? Bring balance to the airwaves. Play the shit that makes money, but make sure you play the shit that sends a message. Trust me. There is so much hip-hop out there that y'all don't know about, yet y'all are quick to judge on shit you don't know. I like the songs about bitches and hos and I like the songs sending positive messages. There is a market for both! Get to know this OPRAH.
Oprah's two part 'town hall' meeting was such bullshit. Nothing got resolved, she had the hip-hop panel cornered and everyone in that show didn't listen to the one sensible man who pointed out the real problem (shout outs to you, Mr. Entertainment Lawyer). If you wanted a real panel, you invite Snoop, Ice Cube, Ludacris, Lyor Cohen, Jimmy Iovine and the VP of BET! You don't call in Russell Simmons and Common! Your critics on your stance were Ice Cube and Luda, not Common and Russell. Come on Oprah. Stop worrying about the soccer moms who desperately want to 'understand' this and try to actually create an environment for intelligent discourse and discussion on the show. I love what Oprah has done for the world, but come on. COME ON.
*edit* If you don't want your kids listening to these songs and watching these videos, be the parent and stop them from doing that. It is ultimately your responsibility as a parent to teach him about the world as best as you can. If your kids are developing an understanding of women through rap, then you fucked up.
2) Cho.
Why are Koreans apologizing on his behalf? Okay. I can understand that you don't want a bad public image, but what do you have to be embarrased about? Does Cho define who you are as a Korean American? No, he doesn't. Stop making this about Cho and make it about the victims of this tragic event. Cho made a stupid decision that affected many lives. Don't be selfish by making this about the embarrasment of the community.
Another thing. THE WHITE MEDIA DOES IT AGAIN. They take everything and spin it out of control. NYTIMES saying that Cho could have been influenced by violent South Korean movies like 'Oldboy'. Jack Thompson saying some bullshit about Cho playing violent games like Counter-Strike which trained him through hypervirtualreality. GET THE FUCK OUTTA HEA! What happened to being CRAZY? If y'all saw those videos that NBC had up for a good couple of hours, you can obviously tell that the kid missed a few hugs growing up. Counter-Strike, Oldboy and (it better not come to this) music had nothing to do with Cho.
Another thing part2. He's been in the states since 8. Accept it. He sounds like Napoleon Dynamite for God sakes. Stop saying 'Cho Seung Hui from South Korea.' Also, whats with putting the last name first? It's Seung Hui Cho, Korean American male.
If anything, the lesson we learn from this event is that crazy people come from all backgrounds, and we have to work together in recognizing the signs.
Also, these types of mass murders happen 3 times a day in Iraq. Register that.
3) On A Brighter Note...
-I think I have a hemorrhoid.
ijoke.....*cough*
-Let's see. Don Imus is happy that the news is off his ass.
-I will soon be rolling in the pound sterlings. It will be painful, but the rolling will commence nonetheless.
-I hate academia. I feel like I wasn't meant for this.
-I WANT TO BE IN LONDON. OR AMSTERDAM. OR PARIS. SOMEWHERE.
-I'm nervous about going back home. It will be quite awkward.
-I'm going to reinvent myself in the next 2-3 years. WATCH OUT WORLD!
-I think they should give me a radio show.
-I hate the American news programs. I do. Donald knows what I'm talking about.
-I'm never gonna get any work done.
-THE WEATHER IS SO NICE!
I'm too aggrivated to type it all out again, so I will be brief and concise.
1) Don Imus, Hip-Hop & Oprah.
Don Imus called a female basketball team "nappy headed hos" and then goes on to say that black rappers say it all the time and they don't get a penality. Get the fuck outta hea IMUS. Imus deserved to be fired. That's like white people saying 'Black people use the word 'nigga' all the time, why can't I?!' So of course, in predictable fashion, the white media decides to shift the whole focus onto hip-hop culture and its horrible effects on society and mainstream culture. What do I say to that?
STOP BLAMING HIP-HOP AND STOP BLAMING RAPPERS. Y'ALL KNOW YOU'RE USING HIP-HOP AS A SCAPEGOAT. Misogyny didn't pop up when hip-hop was born! Misogyny has been deep rooted in this country's history since those ships escaped from the British. Don't get me wrong. I acknowledge that there is a problem in the hip-hop community, but you know what? It is not the fault of rappers. The problem is with the music industry. They are the ones that promote these songs degrading women.
What's the solution? Bring balance to the airwaves. Play the shit that makes money, but make sure you play the shit that sends a message. Trust me. There is so much hip-hop out there that y'all don't know about, yet y'all are quick to judge on shit you don't know. I like the songs about bitches and hos and I like the songs sending positive messages. There is a market for both! Get to know this OPRAH.
Oprah's two part 'town hall' meeting was such bullshit. Nothing got resolved, she had the hip-hop panel cornered and everyone in that show didn't listen to the one sensible man who pointed out the real problem (shout outs to you, Mr. Entertainment Lawyer). If you wanted a real panel, you invite Snoop, Ice Cube, Ludacris, Lyor Cohen, Jimmy Iovine and the VP of BET! You don't call in Russell Simmons and Common! Your critics on your stance were Ice Cube and Luda, not Common and Russell. Come on Oprah. Stop worrying about the soccer moms who desperately want to 'understand' this and try to actually create an environment for intelligent discourse and discussion on the show. I love what Oprah has done for the world, but come on. COME ON.
*edit* If you don't want your kids listening to these songs and watching these videos, be the parent and stop them from doing that. It is ultimately your responsibility as a parent to teach him about the world as best as you can. If your kids are developing an understanding of women through rap, then you fucked up.
2) Cho.
Why are Koreans apologizing on his behalf? Okay. I can understand that you don't want a bad public image, but what do you have to be embarrased about? Does Cho define who you are as a Korean American? No, he doesn't. Stop making this about Cho and make it about the victims of this tragic event. Cho made a stupid decision that affected many lives. Don't be selfish by making this about the embarrasment of the community.
Another thing. THE WHITE MEDIA DOES IT AGAIN. They take everything and spin it out of control. NYTIMES saying that Cho could have been influenced by violent South Korean movies like 'Oldboy'. Jack Thompson saying some bullshit about Cho playing violent games like Counter-Strike which trained him through hypervirtualreality. GET THE FUCK OUTTA HEA! What happened to being CRAZY? If y'all saw those videos that NBC had up for a good couple of hours, you can obviously tell that the kid missed a few hugs growing up. Counter-Strike, Oldboy and (it better not come to this) music had nothing to do with Cho.
Another thing part2. He's been in the states since 8. Accept it. He sounds like Napoleon Dynamite for God sakes. Stop saying 'Cho Seung Hui from South Korea.' Also, whats with putting the last name first? It's Seung Hui Cho, Korean American male.
If anything, the lesson we learn from this event is that crazy people come from all backgrounds, and we have to work together in recognizing the signs.
Also, these types of mass murders happen 3 times a day in Iraq. Register that.
3) On A Brighter Note...
-I think I have a hemorrhoid.
ijoke.....*cough*
-Let's see. Don Imus is happy that the news is off his ass.
-I will soon be rolling in the pound sterlings. It will be painful, but the rolling will commence nonetheless.
-I hate academia. I feel like I wasn't meant for this.
-I WANT TO BE IN LONDON. OR AMSTERDAM. OR PARIS. SOMEWHERE.
-I'm nervous about going back home. It will be quite awkward.
-I'm going to reinvent myself in the next 2-3 years. WATCH OUT WORLD!
-I think they should give me a radio show.
-I hate the American news programs. I do. Donald knows what I'm talking about.
-I'm never gonna get any work done.
-THE WEATHER IS SO NICE!
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Nature Sounds.
It has begun again.
I am now addicted to nature shows. I started watching this British nature show called 'Planet Earth'. WOW. AMAZING. The cinematography of the show is quite astounding. Shows like this remind me of how beautiful this giant rock really is. Trust me on this one.
http://tv-links.co.uk/show.do/1/912
1. Copy and paste that link into your browswer
2. Enjoy. Learn. Live.
On a more serious note, I feel like I have to address something about Don Imus, this attack on Hip-Hop, Cho the VT shooter and Asian American stereotypes. I might make my next entry on those subjects. I might.
Anyway. Back to 'Planet Earth'.
I am now addicted to nature shows. I started watching this British nature show called 'Planet Earth'. WOW. AMAZING. The cinematography of the show is quite astounding. Shows like this remind me of how beautiful this giant rock really is. Trust me on this one.
http://tv-links.co.uk/show.do/1/912
1. Copy and paste that link into your browswer
2. Enjoy. Learn. Live.
On a more serious note, I feel like I have to address something about Don Imus, this attack on Hip-Hop, Cho the VT shooter and Asian American stereotypes. I might make my next entry on those subjects. I might.
Anyway. Back to 'Planet Earth'.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
You Know You're Korean When...
I miss my Korean-ness. I've decided to post some random things about Koreans, entitled 'You Know You're Korean When...'
Feel free to add on. This entry took some brainpower, but it was fun to type up. Enjoy.
- you think anything soup or stew thats spicy and hot is the best cure for a hangover.
- you're convinced that South Korea won the World Cup in 2002.
- you remember to bring the jar of kimchi to the camping trip but forget the sleeping bags.
- you wake up in the morning and have soju for breakfast.
- you think that leaving a fan on throughtout the night while having the windows closed will kill you.
- you disregard pedestrians
- you get deeply emotional from a Korean drama, even though the story line makes no sense at all.
- you think picking your nose in public (while your hand is covering your nose) is fine.
- you think that Seo Taiji is analogous with Michael Jackson.
- you smell someone's juicy fart and your mouth starts to water.
- you genuinely believe that kimchi can cure anything.
- you eat certain foods because they will increase your sexual stamina from 3 thrust finishes to 4 thrust finishes.
- you open up a business and close it down 2 years later because there are 12 other businesses in your block with the same exact services.
- you deny that Koreans eat dog, even though you yourself have eaten dog on many occasions (and enjoyed it).
- you think eating eel will give you a hard-on, but eating bean sprouts will make you lose it, and the reasoning behind both is: "the shape".
- you take pictures of everything you see while you're on vacation. A picture of you in front of a shop, of you in front of a house, of you in front of a bush, etc.
- you think Koreans are superior because we are descendents of a bear that ate garlic. (look this up)
- you are convinced that this new super medicine pill will help you look younger, lose weight and help your sex drive.
- you stick a needle in your thumb to relieve indigestion.
- every friend you made in any grade level is still your friend and you meet them at least once a year, especially the ones that you sat next to in your classes.
- you ask questions like 'Are you sure you can handle it?' while you warn people how about spicy Korean food is, even when they are almost done with their bowl of kimchijjigae.
- you're convinced that everyone in the world knows that Nong-Shim makes some of the best ramyun.
- you have 20 pictures on your highly advanced camera phone, and it's all pictures of you.
- you think Hyundai makes classy, affordable cars.
and finally,
- you find yourself hating the Japanese.
Feel free to add on. This entry took some brainpower, but it was fun to type up. Enjoy.
- you think anything soup or stew thats spicy and hot is the best cure for a hangover.
- you're convinced that South Korea won the World Cup in 2002.
- you remember to bring the jar of kimchi to the camping trip but forget the sleeping bags.
- you wake up in the morning and have soju for breakfast.
- you think that leaving a fan on throughtout the night while having the windows closed will kill you.
- you disregard pedestrians
- you get deeply emotional from a Korean drama, even though the story line makes no sense at all.
- you think picking your nose in public (while your hand is covering your nose) is fine.
- you think that Seo Taiji is analogous with Michael Jackson.
- you smell someone's juicy fart and your mouth starts to water.
- you genuinely believe that kimchi can cure anything.
- you eat certain foods because they will increase your sexual stamina from 3 thrust finishes to 4 thrust finishes.
- you open up a business and close it down 2 years later because there are 12 other businesses in your block with the same exact services.
- you deny that Koreans eat dog, even though you yourself have eaten dog on many occasions (and enjoyed it).
- you think eating eel will give you a hard-on, but eating bean sprouts will make you lose it, and the reasoning behind both is: "the shape".
- you take pictures of everything you see while you're on vacation. A picture of you in front of a shop, of you in front of a house, of you in front of a bush, etc.
- you think Koreans are superior because we are descendents of a bear that ate garlic. (look this up)
- you are convinced that this new super medicine pill will help you look younger, lose weight and help your sex drive.
- you stick a needle in your thumb to relieve indigestion.
- every friend you made in any grade level is still your friend and you meet them at least once a year, especially the ones that you sat next to in your classes.
- you ask questions like 'Are you sure you can handle it?' while you warn people how about spicy Korean food is, even when they are almost done with their bowl of kimchijjigae.
- you're convinced that everyone in the world knows that Nong-Shim makes some of the best ramyun.
- you have 20 pictures on your highly advanced camera phone, and it's all pictures of you.
- you think Hyundai makes classy, affordable cars.
and finally,
- you find yourself hating the Japanese.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
My Mother's Hymm Book
I'm convinced.
If Al Green was my church Reverend and Johnny Cash was the praise leader who sang all the hymms, I would go to church every damn day. I would gladly empty my pockets for the building fund, missionary fund, food drive fund, the pastor needs new shoes fund, the fund for funds or whatever other fund that the church was collecting money for. I just imagine Al Green singing the words of the Lord during his whole service. Actually, I wish that James Brown (RIP) was also a Reverend at this church, so he could make any word of the Lord impactful after every 2 or three sentences by saying 'HA!'. (For those of you who listen to James Brown and know what I'm talking about, kudos to you).
So.
I know I don't have a massive following on this blog, but I'm bored, so I shall propose a novel idea. Well, it's not novel, nor is it about a novel, and really, it wasn't even my idea, but shutup and participate anyway. Sorry, you don't have to shutup. I was just being demeaning. (sidenote on the word 'Demeaning'. Shouldn't that word mean 'to un-mean'? I don't understand why that word means degrading. The mysteries of the English language. Sounds like a PBS Documentary).
Ask me questions. Curious about anything? My stance on affirmative action? The way I dress in the morning? What my favorite smell is? Come on. Get to know me. I'm fun. I think.
Give me entry ideas. I know it's weird, but I'm addicted to blogs and blogging. I have a million things I want to blog about, but when the time comes, I forget them ALL. ALL. I don't want to look like a loser and write down these ideas and save them for later. That's just lame. Besides, I think I'm a comment whore. I like to check my Gmail, especially when it tells me that I have a new comment on this blog or on facebook or something. WHY LORD WHY?! WHY MAKE ME A COMMENT WHORE?!?!
Yeah, so...If there are any readers who don't comment but read this mess, please, give me something to blog about.
Until next time,
Jongphil.
If Al Green was my church Reverend and Johnny Cash was the praise leader who sang all the hymms, I would go to church every damn day. I would gladly empty my pockets for the building fund, missionary fund, food drive fund, the pastor needs new shoes fund, the fund for funds or whatever other fund that the church was collecting money for. I just imagine Al Green singing the words of the Lord during his whole service. Actually, I wish that James Brown (RIP) was also a Reverend at this church, so he could make any word of the Lord impactful after every 2 or three sentences by saying 'HA!'. (For those of you who listen to James Brown and know what I'm talking about, kudos to you).
So.
I know I don't have a massive following on this blog, but I'm bored, so I shall propose a novel idea. Well, it's not novel, nor is it about a novel, and really, it wasn't even my idea, but shutup and participate anyway. Sorry, you don't have to shutup. I was just being demeaning. (sidenote on the word 'Demeaning'. Shouldn't that word mean 'to un-mean'? I don't understand why that word means degrading. The mysteries of the English language. Sounds like a PBS Documentary).
Ask me questions. Curious about anything? My stance on affirmative action? The way I dress in the morning? What my favorite smell is? Come on. Get to know me. I'm fun. I think.
Give me entry ideas. I know it's weird, but I'm addicted to blogs and blogging. I have a million things I want to blog about, but when the time comes, I forget them ALL. ALL. I don't want to look like a loser and write down these ideas and save them for later. That's just lame. Besides, I think I'm a comment whore. I like to check my Gmail, especially when it tells me that I have a new comment on this blog or on facebook or something. WHY LORD WHY?! WHY MAKE ME A COMMENT WHORE?!?!
Yeah, so...If there are any readers who don't comment but read this mess, please, give me something to blog about.
Until next time,
Jongphil.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Day Old Blues
I must be going through a mid-life crisis. I FEEL like I'm going through one. Does this mean I'll die when I'm 42?
Lately, I've been having these immense urges to reconnect and discover my roots. I want to learn about my Korean roots, and weirdly enough, my Southern roots.
The idea of wanting to discover my Korean roots is understandable. I'm Korean after all, and I've been void of Korean culture for quite some time. Don't get me wrong, I know some of my shit. I can understand subtle undertones about Korean society in Korean movies because I've experienced it off and on during my childhood. However, I can't seem to understand why I feel like I need to go back to the South and discover my Southernness. I haven't thought too much about the South since I left the place in '99, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that the South played a massive part in making me the person I am today, good and bad. I have experienced a lot of shit living in California during my growin' years, but the South has left a lasting impression. I know. It's probably because I think fondly of my odd childhood. It's probably because thats where I grew up. It's probably because a lot of stuff happened there that still affect me and all that shit.
All I know is, I need to go back. I want to visit Charleston. I want to visit Goose Creek. I want to drive around Dorchester County. I want to go to Columbia. I want to enjoy the 5 hour drive from Charleston to Atlanta. I want to visit the strip mall where my parents opened their first beauty supply store. I want to track down old friends and maybe make new ones. I want to go to Ryan's Buffet one more time, even though I can't eat 2/3 of the shit they serve (because theres so much meat). I want to see if the Korean church that I wrecked havoc in is still there. I want to know if the PK's (Pastor's Kids) ended up being fucked up teens, because they sure were when I was hangin' with them. I want good ol' Church's chicken from the place right across our store. I want to see if Ann is still runnin' a salon. I want to see Shanene and her mom. I want to see the Haiwaiian girl and her family that let me crash their place from time to time while my parents worked after school (I'm pissed that I forgot her name. I think I had a crush on her too. Shoot.) I want to get in touch with Wakeem, probably my best friend from back in the day. I want to see what Soonam has been up to, and knowing him, hes probably a golf champion in his league or a major nerd. I want to see Sang and Tae hyung (hyung = brother in Korean) and see if they are still 'thuggin' it out. I want to see Natasha again (apparently shes an aspiring singer now) and eat at her mom's restaurant. I want to see Travis (even though I heard he's kind of insane. Really.) and talk about our top ten Pokemon fansite we ran. I want to see if those playboys are still in our woodland fort. I could go on and on yo.
That sure is a lot of wants.
I hope to reconnect with the South sometime before I die (42?).
but damn, I wish I retained some of my light southern accent. Imagine how much of a pimp I would be.
Lately, I've been having these immense urges to reconnect and discover my roots. I want to learn about my Korean roots, and weirdly enough, my Southern roots.
The idea of wanting to discover my Korean roots is understandable. I'm Korean after all, and I've been void of Korean culture for quite some time. Don't get me wrong, I know some of my shit. I can understand subtle undertones about Korean society in Korean movies because I've experienced it off and on during my childhood. However, I can't seem to understand why I feel like I need to go back to the South and discover my Southernness. I haven't thought too much about the South since I left the place in '99, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that the South played a massive part in making me the person I am today, good and bad. I have experienced a lot of shit living in California during my growin' years, but the South has left a lasting impression. I know. It's probably because I think fondly of my odd childhood. It's probably because thats where I grew up. It's probably because a lot of stuff happened there that still affect me and all that shit.
All I know is, I need to go back. I want to visit Charleston. I want to visit Goose Creek. I want to drive around Dorchester County. I want to go to Columbia. I want to enjoy the 5 hour drive from Charleston to Atlanta. I want to visit the strip mall where my parents opened their first beauty supply store. I want to track down old friends and maybe make new ones. I want to go to Ryan's Buffet one more time, even though I can't eat 2/3 of the shit they serve (because theres so much meat). I want to see if the Korean church that I wrecked havoc in is still there. I want to know if the PK's (Pastor's Kids) ended up being fucked up teens, because they sure were when I was hangin' with them. I want good ol' Church's chicken from the place right across our store. I want to see if Ann is still runnin' a salon. I want to see Shanene and her mom. I want to see the Haiwaiian girl and her family that let me crash their place from time to time while my parents worked after school (I'm pissed that I forgot her name. I think I had a crush on her too. Shoot.) I want to get in touch with Wakeem, probably my best friend from back in the day. I want to see what Soonam has been up to, and knowing him, hes probably a golf champion in his league or a major nerd. I want to see Sang and Tae hyung (hyung = brother in Korean) and see if they are still 'thuggin' it out. I want to see Natasha again (apparently shes an aspiring singer now) and eat at her mom's restaurant. I want to see Travis (even though I heard he's kind of insane. Really.) and talk about our top ten Pokemon fansite we ran. I want to see if those playboys are still in our woodland fort. I could go on and on yo.
That sure is a lot of wants.
I hope to reconnect with the South sometime before I die (42?).
but damn, I wish I retained some of my light southern accent. Imagine how much of a pimp I would be.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Sunday Morning
I cleaned the whole house today.
It took me a good 6 hours. The Saudi housemates left unexpectedly at 3am yesterday, for their new uni at Brighton, so I got stuck with all the mess they made in our kitchen.
The kitchen was so nasty. SO NASTY.
Dirty plates, unfinished food, cigarette butts, meat grease, burnt veggies, sour milk, rotten mayo, leftover burgers, pans with grease burnt on to it, unwashed pots, pistachio shells, orange skins, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Did I mention ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! ?
At least the mothafucka is clean now. I can finally cook in the kitchen without having to look around for giant rats or killer tomatoes.
I wish I knew Captain Planet, so he could come, and in one swift and sweet breath, magically make my kitchen spotless and have the dishes cleaned and organized neatly in the cupboards.
EARTH FIRE WIND WATER HEART, BY YOUR POWERS COMBINED, I AM CAPTAIN PLANET! BE PREPARED DIRTY KITCHEN! I SHALL ATTACK WITH MY MIGHTY AND SWIFT BREATHE OF CLEANING, SPONSORED BY FEBREEZE!
Okay. Sorry. That was very lame. There's no excuse for what I just typed.
Yes. I've been watching cartoons. I am also reading comics again. People actually take the time to scan each issue and put them up on torrent sites for download! YES. hahah. Now comics are added to my list of addictions as well as the list of reasons why I have no life and why I'm single.
It took me a good 6 hours. The Saudi housemates left unexpectedly at 3am yesterday, for their new uni at Brighton, so I got stuck with all the mess they made in our kitchen.
The kitchen was so nasty. SO NASTY.
Dirty plates, unfinished food, cigarette butts, meat grease, burnt veggies, sour milk, rotten mayo, leftover burgers, pans with grease burnt on to it, unwashed pots, pistachio shells, orange skins, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Did I mention ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! ?
At least the mothafucka is clean now. I can finally cook in the kitchen without having to look around for giant rats or killer tomatoes.
I wish I knew Captain Planet, so he could come, and in one swift and sweet breath, magically make my kitchen spotless and have the dishes cleaned and organized neatly in the cupboards.
EARTH FIRE WIND WATER HEART, BY YOUR POWERS COMBINED, I AM CAPTAIN PLANET! BE PREPARED DIRTY KITCHEN! I SHALL ATTACK WITH MY MIGHTY AND SWIFT BREATHE OF CLEANING, SPONSORED BY FEBREEZE!
Okay. Sorry. That was very lame. There's no excuse for what I just typed.
Yes. I've been watching cartoons. I am also reading comics again. People actually take the time to scan each issue and put them up on torrent sites for download! YES. hahah. Now comics are added to my list of addictions as well as the list of reasons why I have no life and why I'm single.
Friday, April 06, 2007
I Gotta Say What UP!!!
I want to master the Korean language.
I will do this. I will.
I realized that I need to learn more Korean to better understand Korean culture. I want to read history, folklore, proverbs, stories and all that good shit, IN KOREAN. Not no translated/subtitled shit. AND I want to UNDERSTAND it, in Korean.
Shoot.
Time to download the Rosetta Stone Korean Learning package. ahahah.
I could support my Korean people by hiring a Korean tutor, but nahhhh. I'm cheap. ahahah.
I will do this. I will.
I realized that I need to learn more Korean to better understand Korean culture. I want to read history, folklore, proverbs, stories and all that good shit, IN KOREAN. Not no translated/subtitled shit. AND I want to UNDERSTAND it, in Korean.
Shoot.
Time to download the Rosetta Stone Korean Learning package. ahahah.
I could support my Korean people by hiring a Korean tutor, but nahhhh. I'm cheap. ahahah.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Strange Bath
Absolutely nothing going on in my life.
Besides music.
I've been listening to a lot of music lately. While I sit on my bed, staring expressionlessly at the cream slash rotten eggnog colored wall, my ear cells constantly swivel around like tornados to absorb the music blasting from my housemate's overly powerful speakers (of which I temporarily rented).
A list of some vibrations that have sent me traveling without moving:
D'Angelo - Voodoo (This album is getting so much action from me.)
Al Green - Let's Stay Together
Jon Brion - Meaningless
Antibalas - Security
Final Fantasy - He Poos Clouds
Joanna Newsom - Ys
Fishbone - The Reality of My Surroundings
Fu-Schnickens - F.U. Don't Take It Personal
Elton John - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
The Jackson 5 - ABC
2pac - Me Against The World
J Dilla - Donuts
and...the new Maroon 5 single. That's right. THAT'S RIGHT. Maroon 5.
sigh.
Besides music.
I've been listening to a lot of music lately. While I sit on my bed, staring expressionlessly at the cream slash rotten eggnog colored wall, my ear cells constantly swivel around like tornados to absorb the music blasting from my housemate's overly powerful speakers (of which I temporarily rented).
A list of some vibrations that have sent me traveling without moving:
D'Angelo - Voodoo (This album is getting so much action from me.)
Al Green - Let's Stay Together
Jon Brion - Meaningless
Antibalas - Security
Final Fantasy - He Poos Clouds
Joanna Newsom - Ys
Fishbone - The Reality of My Surroundings
Fu-Schnickens - F.U. Don't Take It Personal
Elton John - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
The Jackson 5 - ABC
2pac - Me Against The World
J Dilla - Donuts
and...the new Maroon 5 single. That's right. THAT'S RIGHT. Maroon 5.
sigh.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Love Hater
Conversations with many have lead me to this conclusion:
We all need some good lovin'.
Let us not be Love Haters.
(This post was brought to you by a day of watching romantic comedies while drinking hot chocolate.)
We all need some good lovin'.
Let us not be Love Haters.
(This post was brought to you by a day of watching romantic comedies while drinking hot chocolate.)
Monday, April 02, 2007
Bored.
I AM BORED OUT OF MY FUCKIN' MIND.
SWANSEA IS DEAD.
AIN'T NO FRIENDS AROUND.
AIN'T NO FOOD IN MY FRIDGE.
AHHHHHHHH.
Someone cook for me. *tear*
SWANSEA IS DEAD.
AIN'T NO FRIENDS AROUND.
AIN'T NO FOOD IN MY FRIDGE.
AHHHHHHHH.
Someone cook for me. *tear*
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Mommy, What's a Funkadelic?
I've already used up a week of my spring break doing absolutely nothing productive.
Movies, movies, movies and alcohol.
Shieeeet.
Tomorrow, I will get my shit together. I'll get my study on, my eatin' on and my normal sleep schedule on.
I just realized, today is the worst day to be planning my productiveness. You know what day it is right?
April Fools Day.
bwahaha.
I'mma drink this wine and go to sleep. I'll provide more insightful entries soon. I just like blabbin' about my daily routines right now.
Movies, movies, movies and alcohol.
Shieeeet.
Tomorrow, I will get my shit together. I'll get my study on, my eatin' on and my normal sleep schedule on.
I just realized, today is the worst day to be planning my productiveness. You know what day it is right?
April Fools Day.
bwahaha.
I'mma drink this wine and go to sleep. I'll provide more insightful entries soon. I just like blabbin' about my daily routines right now.
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