soccer tourney

i pretty much did that all day. got to the soccer field by 7, started playing@9? stayed until.. 4? i played for a half and half of a half. that’s what.. 30 minutes?

it’s been some time.. and i was planning on not saying anything about the tournament.. but after seeing this picture on the rosemead website.. i felt i should..

it really disgusted me how competitive people can be at a church event. every game you watch, you hear grown men twice my age, cussing at each other in korean. it kills me how dirty some of the players are. (let’s not mention number 32 of la central – makes my blood boil). i don’t remember the first touney i played in being so bad.

the rosemead youth’s agent.. mike.. is discussing practice times with the adults.

i suppose to sway a better deal, mike told the adults i was going to play for the la central team. andrew’s dad told me he’d give me more playing time and a personal jersey. if i get to shake hands with the other team, it’s more playing time for me

i really enjoy playing soccer. one of my more memorable times when i was younger was playing in that one soccer league for a year. KYST. apparently bora was in that league too? weird..

originally, i was going to ask kange’s dad if i could play for la central. my only stipulation.. if i saw number 32 or that one coach playing dirty or being stupid, i’d walk off the field. i’d much rather play for rosemead though. they started me up playing soccer again and i feel an obligation/comradry with them.

seems soccer cuts into my surfing time though..

we’ll see what happens..

**odd moment on that day – that one glendale guy.. the oldest one.. he came up to me and hugged and smiled at me randomly in the middle of the day.




happy birthday baby

well yah..

i’m glad.. i got.. to know.. you..



a weekend of firsts

the waves were unusual last sunday. they were long waves that would sometimes suddenly wall up. anyways.. on the first wave i caught.. i was struggling to get up. when i got to my knees, my board suddenly shot up in the air. and i, in turn shot up with my board.. and for a brief moment…

woooOOOooo! i was flying through the air.

my arms flailed in the air… mike said he heard me yelp. honestly.. i’m sure it didn’t last more than a brief moment… but it was the most awesome feeling.

coming back down… i landed back on my board on my knees. i was able to get on my feet and ride it for brief moment more..

on what i made the last wave of the day, i was trying to catch a wave. in the last second it walled up on me. now.. if you’ve never surfed before.. i’m sure you don’t know the experience of looking down from the top of a wave right before it breaks. it’s.. quite a scary thing.. well.. i was looking down, and i went over the top.. and dropped headfirst more than a couple feet onto my board… headfirst.

at that point i was swept up by the wave.. and i became totally disoriented not knowing which way was up. i realize.. whenever i get swept under a wave and it takes longer than i expect to get out of the water, at a certain point, i struggle with my fate. will i find the surface? will i die here today?…

i came out of the water after that. when i first came out, i thought there was a patch of seawead stuck on my board. i later came to realize it was a patch of my hair. i wish i had a camera at the time. now the only remnants is a pressure dent from my head…

sunday was the most fun surfing i’ve had in a while..

saturday was the first time we used the new sound system for praise. i must thank mr. hong for everything. he’s put so much work into it. and it’s amazing what he can do with wire and pliers. just incredible.

i thought praise sounded awesome too

on friday night, the power shorted during practice so we had practice a capella. it was the first time in a long time i heard vivian sing. it made me realize why i wanted her in the praise team when i first started. if only she’d sing like that with a mic.


goodbye ross porter

here’s an article i read on the dodgerthoughts website that struck a chord with me. if you want the complete article, you can find it there.

ross porter has been a dodger announcer since before i was born.


And so it is today that I return from a weekend away at my college reunion, a weekend all about connections made and lost, to learn that Ross Porter has officially been told not to return to the Dodger broadcasting booth.

This is not a tragedy, not a death in the family. Some fans won’t even miss Porter, though I think even most of those, as has been written elsewhere, cringe at how callously his departure was handled. (Among other insults, did not even do a news story on the event, instead publishing only that feeble press release.)

But for me and many others, when we think of the Dodgers right now, there is that hole where Porter sat, where his friendly drawl floated through the air. There is that emptiness.

For selfish reasons, I feel this even more than a few others. Porter, as you might know, became a friend to me and this website this year, friendships that I consider among my highlights of 2004. Those won’t end with his departure, but I will certainly regret the distance as he moves on to his next job.

We can cherish the fact that Vin Scully is still around, but the hole of Porter’s absence remains.

For now.

From where I sit today, what saddens me the most about Porter leaving the Dodgers is not that it leaves a hole, but that the hole will eventually close up. And what we’ll be left with are just the hair’s-width memories of what it was like to listen to him talk about the Dodgers with some of the same passionate level-headedness that I try to bring to this site.

Today, people feel Porter’s departure. Tomorrow, all they’ll do is remember it.


i’m going to miss ross porter. i remember calling and emailing him on his dodger radio show back when he used to do the post game shows.

anyways.. that’s not why i’m posting this.. it’s the last few words that jon weisman writes in the end. “it leaves a hole, but that the hole will eventually close up”

i take this in two ways..

one. i find it sad it’s so easy to move on. i’ve done this countless times in the past and i don’t doubt that it’s something i’m going to do in the future. it’s something i wish i’d stop.. i’ve been reading “what’s amazing abou grace?” in bible studies. it has countless stories of love lost and never returned because petty things. in each story, people move on but carry a certain bitterness with them.

two. i realize it’s too easy to live in the present. a lot of times, i sacrifice what would be better for me later for some small satisfaction now. i guess a short term example would be not doing my homework to watch tv. a long term would be, i suppose, heaven.

i realize these two ways of taking the quote contradict themselves… i’m not sure what the point of me posting this was.. it just.. something that struck me and i’m not sure if completely makes sense either


go us


as i lay me down to sleep

i came home from church dead tired.. that was more than two hours ago.. and i’m still up.. i’m not sure why that is. not that i’ve been doing anything productive… not that i ever do anything productive late at night..

but here i am.. staring at my computer screen.. writing another blog..

i actually read my bible today.. it’s the first time in so long.. you know i started going to rosemead church… 6 months ago?.. and i left my bible in the adult church on the first week.. and it’s been there since 2 weeks ago. i feel hypocritical that i can be up there, leading praise every week with my own spiritual life dead inside.

so i read the bible. when i don’t read for a long time, i look for inspiration from up above and i open my bible at random to look for random verses. Maybe God will show me a good verse.

first cut – last chapter of mark… hmm… go into all the world and preach the good news.. etc etc.. that.. doesn’t quite apply to how i feel right now..

second cut – ezekiel.. hmm.. i don’t even want to read this book

3rd cut – 2 chronicles – “Give thanks to the Lord, for his love endures forever.” 2 Chr 20:21

hmm… i know crystal told me to read a book in the bible… i can’t remember what…

4th cut – last book of hosea – repentance to bring blessing…


dear God,

i’m sorry i don’t pay as much attention to you as I should. please make me want to


i’ve got a lot of things on my mind right now. so much i can’t put it to words. so i’ll end the blog here



alright.. well instead of going surfing, i spent the whole day updating the la central website. now it looks like a simple generic blog.. if you want to see it, it’s at we’ll see how long this version lasts.




i miss crystal



ethan me josh





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