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Warmth for the Heart

It’s okay Eddie, I’ll never call you a bitch.

You’re still my favorite bastard.

LOL, I love you too best friend.

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The Charles Schultz Philosophy

Who doesn’t know Charles Schultz? He’s the guy that writes the “Peanuts” comic strips. Anyways, this was a pretty amazing revelation to me. Me, aiming to be maybe a little famous in my field. I’m trying to cover all the bases of… life. While I’m still young of course. This gave me a startling realization that… I knew it the entire time, but I never consciously realized.


You don’t have to be able to answer the questions. Just read it straight through and you’ll get the point.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and best actress.

6. Name the last decade’s worth of World Series winners.

How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. They are not second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here’s another quiz. See how you do with this one.

1. List a few teachers who have aided your journey through school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you through difficult times.

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated or special.

5. Think of five people who you enjoy spending your time with.


The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are NOT the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones who care.

Well it’s getting late, so I think I’ll blog more when I have time… perhaps tomorrow.

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Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves that we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

-St. Augustine

What I wouldn’t give to go through the entire process.

Hmm, I’ve read through this epic quote closely, and I change my mind.

Actually, I have. I absolutely have gone through this process. It was fucking amazing. I’ve “fallen in love” with someone before (although according to the quote, any of us can convince ourselves that we are). And out of this, a close bond made us closer together. But St. Augustine never really said that the other person had to love you back for this magical process to occur. Whether or not the recipient of your love is oblivious or not, if you have the guts, you should walk up and talk to her. No, not for the sake of tapping that. Sure, you can do that for fun on your own time. But I mean talk to her as a friend. (Oh and by the way, if you’re really shy and have a hard time talking to new people, the next time you see somebody you’d like to talk to, imagine that person as your best friend. You become more confident, natural, and less… closed) If you talk to her as a friend, maybe you’d be able to validate your feelings.

Because what St. Augustine talks about in the falling “in love” part is what we today call passion. And passion, from what I’ve heard, is overrated. It fizzles and burns out. But hopefully what you’re left with is trust, security, and something much much deeper than the falling in love part. Unfortunately I really can’t describe what this is, having never been there myself. I wish I had a grown up to explain this better.


<—- Interestingly, this really is how I approach college essays and even my blog entries sometimes, only I don’t go as far overboard as Calvin. Weak ideas can be made stronger if you use the right words and argue correctly. It’s all smoke and mirrors though, magicians’ tricks to obscure the weakness behind a flawed theory. However, as your writing skills develop, you could find that an idea that you thought was weak in the beginning will end up being… well, brilliant!

Anyways, this is one of my favorite strips and I’m sure Calvin will grow up to be an elite, professional b.s.-er. He already has a killer vocabulary for an elementary school student.

That’s it for now.


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Watch my writing drift. It’s difficult for me to stay on subject.

I’ve heard many rules of thumbs for having a good blog. One of them is to dedicate your writing to someone. It could be a friend, one of your readers, a famous person… it shouldn’t matter. Just write for him or her and assume that they actually read it. I’ve tried this method once and it worked, although how I did it probably wasn’t what it was intended for in the first place. Yes, I wrote for someone. I hoped that they would read it. But in it was sorrow, hatred, jealousy… a classic Pandora’s box. And from somewhere else, I’ve recalled that the only weapon stronger than a nuclear weapon (besides a fucking Star Destroyer) are words; you can utterly destroy someone with them. More than that, words alone have aroused entire countries to dedicate their entire resources for a cause, be it a World War II holocaust or sending three astronauts 239,000 miles away to the moon.

So I looked over that post and was in awe at how much better my writing became. And I was sure the person the post was intended for did read my blog on random occasions. But it didn’t seem worth it. Still, that post was the most beautiful and amazing piece of weaponry I have ever made. So it was published. It lasted about a day before I decided to take it down. The next day, I put it back up with a password protected lock.

I’ve learned how to craft and hone. Now I’ve learned about restraint. I thought about employing this method from now on, but towards less nefarious purposes. Maybe for fun. So I wrote something that I thought might have made someone a little bit jealous. And it worked! They even left a comment saying that they were jealous. I was utterly amazed. (The story was true by the way)

Another way I’ve becoming the blogger I was today was that I read… a lot. I’m always a bit proud when someone thinks my vocabulary is crazy or that my sentence structure contains more variety than trail mix. I don’t know how to accept these compliments. Do I say, “Yeah, thanks! I’ve been working towards this goal for awhile!” Or do I say, “Psh, it’s really nothing.” Actually, I know that in Japanese culture, it’s rude to use the first option and gracious to use the second. It’s kind of odd how the best way to accept a compliment is to deny it or insult yourself. Well, there’s one tidbit you should take with you to the Land of the Rising Sun if you ever do visit. The first option makes you sound arrogant.

So I always say, “Psh, it’s really nothing.” I just… read.

Guess that’s all for now. And a small side note: I didn’t think of anyone specifically while writing this.

…and Eddie has until the end of this week to post something before I take his name off.

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The Sky Crawlers

A 2008 film released in Japanese theaters… this is definitely the type of film I would see. It’s sad and thought-provoking… plus the entire plot is pretty fucked up once you realize what’s going on. It might be a film I’d only watch once though, since it’s a bit slow. But I’ve said that about a lot of things and I’ve been wrong before.

(Oh yeah, there’s a bit of blood near the beginning. Just warning you!)

Interesting side note… well, interesting for me at least (:D) is that the planes used in this movie are actually based on Japanese World War Two aircraft that never saw combat. They were either prototypes or still in the planning stage. So YES, they’re real!

Kyushu Shinden:

Found at

Kawasaki Ki-64

Found at

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It’s time for me to think smaller

When was the last time I went to the cafe, got a warm drink, and just read a book? When did you? As for me, the answer is “too long ago to recall.” Tomorrow’s forecast predicts a good chance of rainfall. A storm even. I think I’ll head to Starbucks tomorrow, order a scalding white mocha, sit in a soft chair, and immerse myself in the world of fantasy. Come to think of it, I don’t remember the last time I read anything that wasn’t a textbook or newspaper or something that came from the screen of my laptop. Kind of sad, huh?

So this will be the promise I make to myself tomorrow. Buy a legit breakfast… something that isn’t from McDonald’s. A chocolate croissant sounds like heaven at the moment, or maybe I’m just hungry. Hmm. Yeah, how the hell is it that I always get a bad case of the munchies when 11 pm strikes?

Yeah, I think I’m out of touch with the little things. Lately I’ve been overly excited about plans that have spent several days in the works. The heroes of Zombieland would be appalled that a fellow human being has forgotten about enjoying the little things. When was the last time I sat at the park and did nothing?

I think I have tomorrow morning full 😀

And I hope this serves as a reminder for you to enjoy the little things if you haven’t already.

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Ran across this video. I did NOT make it.

Red from Hyunjoo Song on Vimeo.

It’s pretty awesome! But it’s too bad stuff like this only happens in movies…

On a second note, I was at the superior courthouse in downtown San Jose from 8:00 in the morning until 4:30. I didn’t get chosen as a juror. So that’s it; I’m officially free for winter break!

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Alright, alright!

It’s officially winter break for me! Which could either mean a lot of blogging or barely any at all. Huh… kind of like that all the time now isn’t it? But winter break this time is going to be anything but dull.

This week, I’m on call for jury duty. They finally found me after three years. I actually can’t wait to go, although I wish jury duty would’ve come at a more opportune time. Winter break is precious to me, especially this one. This year would be our first secret Santa. We’ve already met to draw names. We’re going to meet once to window shop. And we’ll meet once more to exchange gifts.

I’m also going to be visiting friends who are pretty far away… from out of town at least. This is actually the first time I’ve been able to do that!

Christmas caroling at Christmas in the Park is going to be on Saturday. I always go, but last year I just hung out with a close knit group of friends and we didn’t sing… at all actually. And it’ll probably be the same case this year as well. So it’s Christmas in the Park on Saturday!

Hmm, these are actually the only plans I see in my winter break future.

Oh damn, I’ve ranted and ranted but didn’t really stop to ask how you’re doing!

So how are you??

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Bedtime story

Once upon a time, there was this dashing young teenager who was afraid of love. He thought he was a nice person, and maybe he was overall. But he broke several hearts and burned some bridges that he deeply regretted. He fell into a deep pit full of depression and self doubt. But thankfully, he had many friends who would lend a shoulder whenever needed. However, this teenager was… proud. He would almost never accept any help unless it was an emergency.

So these break ups and refusal to accept help and his deep pit full of dark and evil stuff followed him throughout his life. He probably could’ve gotten out of this evil pit if he had grabbed any of the helping hands that offered to pull him out… there were so many!

Anyways, that was the background. This story really begins like how a lot of other stories begin… when two teenagers feel a spark. This story begins when our dashing young teenager couldn’t find a table at the library. Sure, there were plenty of tables out there, but none of them had a plug for his laptop. A little exasperated, he looked at the tables that he needed. One of the occupants, a young and fair maiden, looked up. And they happened to make eye contact.

“Do you need a plug?” she asked with a polite smile.

Their relationship sparked to life at that moment. Their first outing alone as friends was at an arcade where he would beat her at racing and she would embarrass him at shooting. Their first unofficial date was at the City By the Bay where they spent a horrendous amount of time in the cold. By the time their first date started, they were pretty comfortable with each other… well, almost! Even though they’ve known each other for several weeks now, his hands still became sweaty whenever she held them (he was pretty annoyed by it). Her face would sometimes grow red whenever she caught him focusing on her face instead of his coffee.

Their first date ended on a stormy night. They pulled up to her driveway and ran to the door even though there’s nothing above to shelter them there anyways.

“Listen,” he said. “I swear I didn’t know it was going to rain. The forecast said it would pour tomorrow.”

She laughed a little. “It’s fine.”

“No, I feel like a total idiot. This was our first date!”

“Oh it’s okay. I’m not going to let a little rainy first date mess things up with the guy I’m falling in love with.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you next time.” Then his cellphone rang. “Oh. Hey I… I have to go. Bye.”

And she smiled and went inside as he ran to the car. He had an amazing time.

The horror. As he was checking his voice mail, something felt awry. Then he figured it out.

He ran out of his car as fast as he can and rang the doorbell. She opened the door. His heart was beating like crazy and the butterflies made it harder for our hero to breathe.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“You… forgot… something.” He took a deep breath. “In my car.”

She gave him a bemused expression.

“Um, I think I have everything.”

“Not everything.”

He stared deep into her eyes and steadied himself .

And he kissed her.

And even though they both got the sniffles the next day… the craziest journey these teenagers ever had only just begun.

…haha now go to sleep.


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