Friday, March 14, 2003

yesss.... that's what i'm takin' about. now THAT'S rain.

"slapping (bass) is like farting in attracts lots of attention but usually stinks." - Dan Glenn.

self-discovery on a thursday night...

it's a good thing... 'nuff said.

After all that (i'm not going into details):

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight,
O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.

- psalm 19:14 -

Thursday, March 13, 2003

New quote (as requested by J.Low):
"Dude, I'm slow. Leave me alone." -Vicky Wong, after not having understood Nate's joke, written below.

What do you call a bear with no ears?


if it's gonna rain... it should rain really hard, or not at all. None of this misty stuff. It makes it very difficult if you don't have good windshield wipers on your car. Grrr....

Yay. Hebrew tonight.

Tuesday, March 11, 2003

Quote of the day....
"Dude... I like it." - Albert Yu, referring to the "Monster Ballads" CD.

Monday, March 10, 2003

well, i had a long post, but i lost it all, so i'll try to recapture a sense of it now.

big long weekend.


Wake up in the B.C. for class, and struggle through five hours of the gospel of John. Begrudgingly hand in my paper. Don't get me wrong. It's all good stuff. It's just so junkin' early in the morning. So, I get home, and as soon as my head hits the pillow on the couch... *ding dong*. It's NY and BK. Naomi was coming over to do dress stuff with K-Tea, so me n' ben just chilled out while they went fabric shopping. good times, good times.

After eating beef bowl for lunch, I start screwing around in photoshop.

Naomi falls asleep on the couch during "10 things I hate about you" while ben and I are looking at toys online.
more practical drool...

She wakes up at around nine, and we decide to go out and eat. We drive around until we hit ariake, and we eat japanese. I got nabeyaki udon. mmmm.....

We get back, and start a very competitive game of scrabble. Final score: NY - 143, BK - 142, NW - 140. Grrr... stupid Q.


Church. After a run-of-the-mill Sunday School class, everyone that passes by me is saying... "it's good to see you" and "i'm glad you're okay" and "wow, that was a close one, eh?" I'm HECKA confused. Anyway, it turns out my dad had shared about my near miss (see entry on March 3).

So we have a ministry meeting at our house, and the food isn't there. (there's a grumbly in my tumbly). I stick around for the food, give my ministry report and head off to SF to meet up with NY and VW. After playing phone tag all around Union Square, I finally catch up to them at BR. Not finding anything, the hunt for "dressy" clothes moves on to (drumroll please...) ANTHROPOLOGIE. Nate's walking around, trying to look like he fits in....

NY: "Here, you can walk with me, so it looks like you fit in..."
NW: "No need. No one here thinks I look out of place here." (as the clerk who walks by gives me the cocked eyebrow)

Later on:

NY: (holding up a red sweater) "Couldn't you see me wearing this?"
NW: "Yeah."
VW: "Yeah, it's totally cute."
NW: "Yeah, totally."
NY: "But I shouldn't."
VW: "Just get it." (Horns come out.)
NY: "I shouldn't."
VW: "Do it! Do it! Or... you could put it on hold."
NY: "I shouldn't."
NW: "..."

she didn't get it.

So, we move on to J-Crew. Very productive.

NY spends an undisclosed amount, but very judiciously. NW and VW share a conversation about everything from Africa to durable shoes.

From there, we meet Mr. Bert at the front of the SF center. We trek over to the "king of thai" where they seat us upstairs, ALL ALONE. Either they don't like us, or they trust us too much. Mmm.... food. Bert and Naomi tell me n' viv about which hotel we're staying at in NY, and we say... "ok."

Then we go out to the Palace of Fine Arts, after a short drive over to the Sunset to pick up Greta. (VW's VW). Take some pictures:

and go on to the beach for some windy goodness. We see some people looking for something on the floor of their car.

Then we call it a night. I hope you enjoyed reading about it.

Oh, one more thing...
I had a small crisis of conscience on the way home... I stop at a gas station to use the bathroom, and use the last of the TP. I was gonna tell the cashier at the counter, but he looked kinda surly, so I didn't say anything. I figured he would figure it out later, anyway. But... on the way out the door, I pass a guy who's going INTO the bathroom... ooops. I hop into my car and speed off into the night. Oh well.

That's all.


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