So I am gonna go home in 10 minutes....
Here is the quote of the day.
"A good salesman can sell ice to eskimos!"
But what if my ice was not as good as the competitors? Than what would I do?
Friday, December 05, 2003
Turkey Bowl II (Da Playoffs)
So here it is. Another day for another chance for us the CPC warriors to go out and show all what we are made of. I haven't really blogged about this experience because we sucked last week. and if we do well in the playoffs, I am gonna be in pain.... No doubt about it. This is gonna be madness if you ask me. It's gonna hurt.... Oh the bad attitudes that people get when we go out there.... May be this is the reason that so many "Christians" don't want to particpate. I don't really know. I am certain that I will retire after Saturday. SO I am gonna go out playing the best that I can. Most people think that I am this crazy guy that want to hurt people out there. I am not. I just want to play my best and sometimes I hit someone hard and everyone calls me this killer. But I hope we do well.
So here it is. Another day for another chance for us the CPC warriors to go out and show all what we are made of. I haven't really blogged about this experience because we sucked last week. and if we do well in the playoffs, I am gonna be in pain.... No doubt about it. This is gonna be madness if you ask me. It's gonna hurt.... Oh the bad attitudes that people get when we go out there.... May be this is the reason that so many "Christians" don't want to particpate. I don't really know. I am certain that I will retire after Saturday. SO I am gonna go out playing the best that I can. Most people think that I am this crazy guy that want to hurt people out there. I am not. I just want to play my best and sometimes I hit someone hard and everyone calls me this killer. But I hope we do well.
Christmas is around the corner. ANother Christmas will be here and gone. just like everything. Here and gone. I am seriously getting the tar kicked out of me here at work. Things are pretty bad. Nothing really works here and I am just getting killed out there. I am so tired of this. Talk about shooting ourselves in the foot. That is what we do. We are killing ourselves. It sucks. All the visions and dreams getting crushed right in front of my eyes. I am hoping that someone buys us out or something. One great thing about right now is that it is Friday. But even that does not get me excited right now. This is bullsh*t. (pardon my French) But I just feel like saying that right now. It is not that I don't have joyful momments these days. I have plenty of them. But I also have extreme amount of stress bogging me down. I am so sick of it. I was ready to quit the other day. Just walk in and say that I quit! But I didn't. I am starting to lose my motivation to be here....... The light at the end of the tunnel is getting dimmer and dimmer........
Thursday, December 04, 2003
My mother is coming
I haven't seen my mom for over a year now. I miss my mom. She is not the most
loving of all the women in this world. But she does love me alot in her
funky way. I think this is the first time I blogged about my mom! Haha. I
love my mom. She is fiesty, short and funny. She used to tell me dirty
jokes when I was a kid. Isn't that awful? She and I were best friends when
I was a kid. She took me everywhere with her. My mom has been the strong
one of the family for a long time now. My mom is a terrible cook. But it
is because my mom is not interested in cooking. hahaha. The irony is that
I am bigger. I can't wait to see her.
I haven't seen my mom for over a year now. I miss my mom. She is not the most
loving of all the women in this world. But she does love me alot in her
funky way. I think this is the first time I blogged about my mom! Haha. I
love my mom. She is fiesty, short and funny. She used to tell me dirty
jokes when I was a kid. Isn't that awful? She and I were best friends when
I was a kid. She took me everywhere with her. My mom has been the strong
one of the family for a long time now. My mom is a terrible cook. But it
is because my mom is not interested in cooking. hahaha. The irony is that
I am bigger. I can't wait to see her.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Niche Market
I was talking with Kimmay about marketing ourselves to the opposite sex. Yesterday I met P. Jin and afterwards I met Kim. I was telling P. Jin that I did not think I was mature enough to handle a woman. He gave some good advice. He was saying that most guys say that they want this that and the other in a woman. But when you see them they are a mess. P. Jin said he was pretty certain that some woman is going to completely change my views of the world. Well we will see about that. So Kim and I was discussing about marketing ourselves. PR for Da Fevah. Well I need a lot of help. Kim and I both felt that we had no idea where to start. But I am gonna have to come up with a way to get some hottie intersted in Da Fevah. I figure my marketing aproach would have to be pretty agressive. Like I am this fun loving guy that also has an edge.... but that is really not me. If truth was exposed, you will see that Da Fevah wasted his youth with stupidity and madness. May be I need to come up with a niche market. Like what kind of woman would be intersted in a guy like me. The sad thing is that the day that I meet Da One, my alter ego D. Fevah would die..... anyways that is a long time from now. What is important is what kind of women belong to Da Fevah's niche market. Who's eyes would sparkle when seeing Da Fevah..... A Korean/Asian Women all have there favorite brands of shoes or clothes or handbags. All the fashion company have a Niche Market. So what would Da Fevah be if Da Fevah was a brand?
Louis V?
Gucci?
Nah... Not me. I think I am more like Samsonite.... Not too fancy yet practical. Kinda bulky but working on a slim line. I wil tell you though. I may not be as pretty as these hand bags, but you can carry alot more woth me. So there is my marketing! I am Samsonite!
On Andy Lee's blog site, he asked if someone thinks that I look like a celebrity. I said people compare me to Chow Yun Fat. But I wish I was Chow Yun Fit... I think God will send some one my way to rescue me.
Who wants to rescue this luggage and take me home?
I was talking with Kimmay about marketing ourselves to the opposite sex. Yesterday I met P. Jin and afterwards I met Kim. I was telling P. Jin that I did not think I was mature enough to handle a woman. He gave some good advice. He was saying that most guys say that they want this that and the other in a woman. But when you see them they are a mess. P. Jin said he was pretty certain that some woman is going to completely change my views of the world. Well we will see about that. So Kim and I was discussing about marketing ourselves. PR for Da Fevah. Well I need a lot of help. Kim and I both felt that we had no idea where to start. But I am gonna have to come up with a way to get some hottie intersted in Da Fevah. I figure my marketing aproach would have to be pretty agressive. Like I am this fun loving guy that also has an edge.... but that is really not me. If truth was exposed, you will see that Da Fevah wasted his youth with stupidity and madness. May be I need to come up with a niche market. Like what kind of woman would be intersted in a guy like me. The sad thing is that the day that I meet Da One, my alter ego D. Fevah would die..... anyways that is a long time from now. What is important is what kind of women belong to Da Fevah's niche market. Who's eyes would sparkle when seeing Da Fevah..... A Korean/Asian Women all have there favorite brands of shoes or clothes or handbags. All the fashion company have a Niche Market. So what would Da Fevah be if Da Fevah was a brand?
Louis V?
Gucci?
Nah... Not me. I think I am more like Samsonite.... Not too fancy yet practical. Kinda bulky but working on a slim line. I wil tell you though. I may not be as pretty as these hand bags, but you can carry alot more woth me. So there is my marketing! I am Samsonite!
On Andy Lee's blog site, he asked if someone thinks that I look like a celebrity. I said people compare me to Chow Yun Fat. But I wish I was Chow Yun Fit... I think God will send some one my way to rescue me.
Who wants to rescue this luggage and take me home?
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Finally back in paradise.....(and I am not talking about Disneyland)
As some of you know I call my work place Paradice! I was not here yesterday due to my little visit to da 909. I am now sitting at my desk thinking about when to take my vacation. Cause I will lose a whole week if I don't take them by the end of the year.... Talking about vacation, Sam Keener, my old friend came out here with his new wife from New Hampshire. A terrible little state that I road a train through once. Anyways, they went to Disneyland and they told me that it was the busiest they of the year. Day after Thanksgiving.... Hearing that reminded me of my awful trips to Da Tragic Kingdom. The unhappiest place on earth. Disneyland.......
Here is Walt Disney. A man with a great vision who wanted to create the happiest place on earth. He loved children (not like Michael Jackson, who by the way loves Disneyland and disguises himself when he goes... Creepy).
Here is Michael Eisner. The man who is behind making Disneyland what it is today. A Multi-Billion dollar company who represents greed with that sadistic mouse.
My first trip to Disneyland was a very forgettable experience. Before I tell the story, I will tell you this. I loved Disneyland once in mylife. When I was in Korea, my friends who has been to California would tell me what a great place Disneyland was. So with this HUGE expectation, I went to Disneyland for the first time when I was ten years old with my parents. First of all here is the problem. Going with my parents... My dad hates places like disneyland. And we entered Disneyland at 11 AM on a dreadful summer day of 85'. A day that will live in infamy at least in my heart. Every ride that had a long line, my dad would say "That ride is not fun." So we went on line to lame rides like tea cup or other stupid rides with short lines. We waited in line for an hour for a moonburger. After that we went to Tom Sawyer Island. So I was going through the caves and what not. But I got lost.... So here is the situation. I don't speak a lick of English and I lost my parents. There are thousands of people just walking around the Island and I am in Panic mode. After 30 minutes of searching for my parents I had terrible thoughts of losing my parents forever. Than I heard this "Yah, Imma!" It was the voice of my dad! I was saved from becoming an Orphan! So I was walking back and I saw my mother teary eyed... I gave her a hug. ANd she first embraced me and than she smacked me in the forehead. Than my dad said "lets GO home!" So we left at 3 PM. So in total I was at Disneyland for 5 hours. I thought that Disneyland was the worst place on earth.
But when I went again with my friends, I thought it was great.... But here comes the tragedy. Everytime a cousin or a relative came from the motherland I went to Disneyland. Whether it was my aunt or anyone else. More and more I went, less and less I liked that God Fosaken place. I knew that place from corner to corner. What about the terrible crowd there. Lines after lines. And the people who work there... They have this unbelievable pride about working there. They are so sadistic. I am sure that many Korean American can understand why I HATE Disneyland.
I think I saw Captain EO like 70 times. The only redeeming part of Disneyland. I use to be able to say the lines verbatim. I must admit with shame, I was a big fan of Captain EO. It was great cause it represented my youth. Obviously I was a huge Michael Jackson fan. Who wan't? and I can just sit there for 20 minutes or so and relax from the madness that is Disney. No mouse, No duck or Goofy. But last time I went to Disneyland, it was honey I shrunk the audience. Which is not even nearly cool as Captain EO.
My final statement about why liked Captain EO : It was just another part of me... Woo HOO! (some of you who don't get this might be to young)
As some of you know I call my work place Paradice! I was not here yesterday due to my little visit to da 909. I am now sitting at my desk thinking about when to take my vacation. Cause I will lose a whole week if I don't take them by the end of the year.... Talking about vacation, Sam Keener, my old friend came out here with his new wife from New Hampshire. A terrible little state that I road a train through once. Anyways, they went to Disneyland and they told me that it was the busiest they of the year. Day after Thanksgiving.... Hearing that reminded me of my awful trips to Da Tragic Kingdom. The unhappiest place on earth. Disneyland.......
Here is Walt Disney. A man with a great vision who wanted to create the happiest place on earth. He loved children (not like Michael Jackson, who by the way loves Disneyland and disguises himself when he goes... Creepy).
Here is Michael Eisner. The man who is behind making Disneyland what it is today. A Multi-Billion dollar company who represents greed with that sadistic mouse.
My first trip to Disneyland was a very forgettable experience. Before I tell the story, I will tell you this. I loved Disneyland once in mylife. When I was in Korea, my friends who has been to California would tell me what a great place Disneyland was. So with this HUGE expectation, I went to Disneyland for the first time when I was ten years old with my parents. First of all here is the problem. Going with my parents... My dad hates places like disneyland. And we entered Disneyland at 11 AM on a dreadful summer day of 85'. A day that will live in infamy at least in my heart. Every ride that had a long line, my dad would say "That ride is not fun." So we went on line to lame rides like tea cup or other stupid rides with short lines. We waited in line for an hour for a moonburger. After that we went to Tom Sawyer Island. So I was going through the caves and what not. But I got lost.... So here is the situation. I don't speak a lick of English and I lost my parents. There are thousands of people just walking around the Island and I am in Panic mode. After 30 minutes of searching for my parents I had terrible thoughts of losing my parents forever. Than I heard this "Yah, Imma!" It was the voice of my dad! I was saved from becoming an Orphan! So I was walking back and I saw my mother teary eyed... I gave her a hug. ANd she first embraced me and than she smacked me in the forehead. Than my dad said "lets GO home!" So we left at 3 PM. So in total I was at Disneyland for 5 hours. I thought that Disneyland was the worst place on earth.
But when I went again with my friends, I thought it was great.... But here comes the tragedy. Everytime a cousin or a relative came from the motherland I went to Disneyland. Whether it was my aunt or anyone else. More and more I went, less and less I liked that God Fosaken place. I knew that place from corner to corner. What about the terrible crowd there. Lines after lines. And the people who work there... They have this unbelievable pride about working there. They are so sadistic. I am sure that many Korean American can understand why I HATE Disneyland.
I think I saw Captain EO like 70 times. The only redeeming part of Disneyland. I use to be able to say the lines verbatim. I must admit with shame, I was a big fan of Captain EO. It was great cause it represented my youth. Obviously I was a huge Michael Jackson fan. Who wan't? and I can just sit there for 20 minutes or so and relax from the madness that is Disney. No mouse, No duck or Goofy. But last time I went to Disneyland, it was honey I shrunk the audience. Which is not even nearly cool as Captain EO.
My final statement about why liked Captain EO : It was just another part of me... Woo HOO! (some of you who don't get this might be to young)
Monday, December 01, 2003
Business at Da 909
So I was at San Bernadino this this morning. It was obviously for work. And right next to the Minolta was a strip club anf their slogan was, "Stop imagining and start indulging!" Only in the 909 can you have a respectable business right next to a strip club..... Anyways, the weekend was intersting. Turkey day was great and so was seeing my old friends Fro and Sam. Turkey bowl was intersting. We barely made da playoffs. But going back to San Bernadino..... Oh the dreadful 909.... I think da Valley, and da Inland Empire is good for nobody. I see the people walking and talking just like people in LA and OC. But there is something different about them. There is a small bit of misery about the 909 and the 818. I feel that everytime I go to these places. Oh the 909.... I hate the 909. It's like regular people go there and get their souls ripped out. You will notice that people are just a little more rougher. Their manners are a little different. Absolutly no one has pride about living in da 909. To think that i'll be going to da 909 and da 818 often.... Jeez.
So I was at San Bernadino this this morning. It was obviously for work. And right next to the Minolta was a strip club anf their slogan was, "Stop imagining and start indulging!" Only in the 909 can you have a respectable business right next to a strip club..... Anyways, the weekend was intersting. Turkey day was great and so was seeing my old friends Fro and Sam. Turkey bowl was intersting. We barely made da playoffs. But going back to San Bernadino..... Oh the dreadful 909.... I think da Valley, and da Inland Empire is good for nobody. I see the people walking and talking just like people in LA and OC. But there is something different about them. There is a small bit of misery about the 909 and the 818. I feel that everytime I go to these places. Oh the 909.... I hate the 909. It's like regular people go there and get their souls ripped out. You will notice that people are just a little more rougher. Their manners are a little different. Absolutly no one has pride about living in da 909. To think that i'll be going to da 909 and da 818 often.... Jeez.