I saw this shirt at shirt.woot.com
Many years ago, Joey asked a question in the middle of one of his sermons. “What are the hardest wrinkles to iron out?”
Then she turned to the person to her left and gave him the most dorky know-it-all look.
Unfortunately for me, I was that person to her left.
To this day, when I iron, the image of her oddly contorted face burns into the projection screen of my brain.
I do my own ironing and I’ve been doing so for as long as I can remember. Ironing is easy stuff. I love the sound of the steam blasting through the fabric and the thick smell of it in the air.
I generally started with the front. There’s a certain pleasure I get when the wrinkles near the pockets and near the buttons smoothen out.
Then I do the arms/sleeves. I don’t put too much time into them because I usually roll up my sleeves anyway.
I iron the back. Every shirt has one or two of those creases that need to be iron delicately to create the perfect line. After the back, I do the shoulder. I always find this part to be the hardest. Ironing boards seem to lack the area to do this in one swoop. Tedious.
Last, the collar. Compared to the shoulders, this is child’s play.
Ironing is interesting. When I do it myself, I look at the finished product and I marvel at the changes. This wrinkly badly-placed piece of fabric has been molded to become presentable, smooth, fashionable.
I like to iron my own shirts. When someone else irons them, I can’t help but notice the places they missed, the forgotten areas maybe around the armpit or the difficult parts around the shoulders. But when I iron my own shirt, I see those places, but I’m willing to disregard them.
Sometimes, I have to iron my wrinkle-free dress pants. That process is harder than the shirts.
Then there’s life, which is a whole another story.
Jessica and I found ourselves in Palos Verdes with time to spare craving donuts. After driving to, to our dismay, a phantom Krispy Kreme, we settled for this no-name donut shop Jessica thought was named Douche Boys. This little ghetto hole-in-the-wall turned out to serve quite delicious donuts. I savored every bite of my raspberry-filled glazed donut. Even now, as I reminisce my mouth waters.
After “ruining our appetites,” we headed to a California Pizza Kitchen we had passed on our journey to the donut. CPK holds claim to be our unofficial favorite. Why not! I don’t even look at the menu when we sit down. I want my Pepsi, Yes, I want bread, and I want the brocolli/sun-dried tomato fusilli, no chicken.
After dinner, we had a post-meal dessert, Tiramisu. It seems Jessica and I have many desserts through out the day. We have pre-meal dessert, post-meal dessert, between-meal dessert. She lets me assuage my sweet tooth and that’s why suki desu.
This Saturday didn’t really turn out any way near how I thought it would. But it started great, ended great… and in-the-between, no one died, so that was great, too.
It’s been a tough last couple of months.
Driving home from church, my car lost her legs. Revving at 6000 rpm, I crawled down the 10 freeway. (I burned out the clutch). I stood in the parking lot of a laundry mat next to the Walnut Grove off ramp getting my bearings. My car had come to a dead stop about 10 yards away from the parking space. It was 12 midnight.
After installing the newest service pack from Windows, my computer would blue-screen during load. I’m usually pretty good at troubleshooting problems but this problem wouldn’t even let me boot to safe mode. After a few days of trying different things, I gave up and tried to reinstall old windows.
While the installation was in process, my computer started rebooting randomly.
Finally, after my computer rebooted one last time during installation, I literally saw my hard drive spark, then smoke. The hard drive was having issues earlier, but I never expected this. The hard drive was completely fried. It contained all my mp3’s and movies I’ve amassed in the last half year or so.
My hatred for Windows increases.
I went significantly over on my phone bill last month. The culprit was internet use. I had been checking mail, facebook and sports far too often during class. Now I had to pay.
I’ve been gaining weight like crazy. A little over a year ago today, I weighed myself at 155 pounds. A few days ago, the scale told me I was 176.4. I wasn’t even surprised.
My brown slippers, the slippers Jennifer Cha got me years ago have finally started to fall apart. I think I’m known for wearing these islanders. It’s so hard to find replacements.
As I write, I think Jessica’s buying me slippers from Nordstroms.
My weight has plateau-ed. For the past month, I’ve been able to eat anything and my weight has stayed at a consistent 175. It’s a relief actually.
While my computer was under, Jessica lent me her Macbook. I’m using it now to write this blog. Althought it was difficult in the beginning, I’m starting to really appreciate the little nuances a Mac offers. (Kind of like the Jetta). The great thing is this campus is full wireless. No more overminute charges.
Class time flies by.
I’ve always loved apples. But now I like Apple.
I had been meaning to install a new hard drive for my computer. My hard drives, DVD-rom and CD writer were all IDE and my motherboard had only one IDE connection. That meant, I could only use one hard drive at a time if I wanted to use a disk drive as well. When my hard drive fried it was the perfect excuse for me to buy a new one. I found a 500 gb SATA hard drive at Fry’s for 89 bucks and I jumped on it.
I had bought my motherboard from Fry’s last October and I always had some issues with it. Before I installed Windows on the new hard drive I updated my BIOS. Now i have no problems whatsoever.
After building my Core2Quad last fall, I never reinstalled Windows. I had been meaning to, but I always made excuses not to.
Now, my computer runs faster than before.
Because of my new love for Macs, I’ve been using ObjectDock, Safari, and Open Office. It feels like I’m using a new computer.
While driving home from church, my car began to struggle to keep 65. I pulled to the right lane and revving at 6000 RPM passed the 710 freeway, I drove 55 to my freeway exit. I called my dad.
“AhPah, my car is about to die.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m on the freeway.”
“Call me if it gets worse.”
By the time, I got to Walnut Grove, the clutch was gone. I cruised down the Walnut Grove exit. There were no cars in front of me so I didn’t need to stop. The two exit intersections were green so I didn’t have to stop there. My car cruised into an empty parking lot without any incident.
I called my dad and told me where I was.
A few moments later, my dad arrived with the AAA to tow me to my house.
Later, he gave me the keys to his car and I’ve been driving it since.
The last couple months haven’t been so bad.
Souplantation has two dishes: Baja Bean & Cilantro and Roasted Potato w/ Chipotle Chile Vinaigrette. It’s those dishes you see placed oddly between the the salads and the dressings. As a veteran of the Souplantation line, I know to take two dishes with me on my tray instead of the one the newbies take and people “on a diet” take.
To sample, I spooned a very small portion of each dish plus some Tabouli onto my second dish. (Tabouli is disgusting). My first dish is always spinach salad. Oh, how I love spinach. Let me count the ways. I love it in my salad, in my Subway sandwich… hmmm… Two ways. I love it in two ways…
At the table it take a bite of the Baja Bean. MMMmmm… good.
I take a bite of the Roasted Potato… MMmmm.. delicious.
I go back to get more and clump them onto a new plate with pickles. Oh, how I love pickles.. I come back and look at my plate. So many beans. Suddenly the beans don’t taste as good. There’s just too much. I end up just taking a few bites and leaving the rest.
When I was in elementary, my dad would make me a turkey sandwich for lunch. I’d carry it in my lunch bag that had a drink and possibly a fruit of some sort.
The sandwich was bread, mayo, lettuce, tomato, lettuce, turkey meat, mayo, bread.
It was good.
I had this same lunch every day even when I was in high school. Of course in high school instead of one sandwich, my dad would make me two.
When I was short on cash, I could sell my sandwich for 2 or 3 dollars. Once I sold one sandwich for a Magic Card that was worth 20 bucks. Yes, magic card… A season of my life I rather forget.
Someone once asked me if I ever got sick of it. Of course not. It was good.
I went to study at Starbucks last night with Jessica. I ordered a Grande Caramel Frappucino and a cup of water. When my name was called, my barista told me he made a mistake and made me two Grande Caramel Frappucinos. He asked me if I wanted both. I said sure..
I take it to my table.
I contemplate the calories in both drinks. I feel guilty of the upcoming calorie intake.
I don’t enjoy the first one. I barely finish it.
Tears bead down the face of the second drink. Her heart melts in the sunlight. Poor neglected drink. She gets tossed away like a piece of trash.
Jonathan – You know what I hate about mangoes, watermelon and other types of melons. That itchy feeling you get at the back of your throat.
Tim – What itchy feeling?
Jonathan – You know, that itchy feeling.
Tim – I get an itchy feeling when I eat avocados and some nuts but not from mangoes and melons. I think you’re allergic to them
Jonathan – No…
(Now I’m a little perplexed to)
Tim – Joey, do you get an itchy feeling when you eat mangoes and melons
Joey – No.
Tim – I think you ARE allergic
Jonathan – But my brother gets the same thing
Tim – Maybe your brother is allergic too.
Apparently, Jonathan and Aaron had talked about it with each other before and because both of them experienced it, they figured that’s how it was for everyone else.
The last topic of discussion in my Child Developmental Psychology class was the egocentric development of children from ages 2 to about 5. They place a child at a table and the table has three objects going left to right as red, white, and blue. Then they have someone sitting at the table opposite them. They ask the child from left to right, what colors are there.
Red, White and Blue.
Then they ask the child, from the other person’s point of view, what are the colors from left to right.
Red, White and Blue.
Because they have only a monoperception of the world, they can’t fathom that for the other person, it could be another way.
Another example is with children and sharing toys. When a child plays with a toy, he’s happy. Because he’s happy, hey thinks everyone is happy. When another child plays with the toy, he’s unhappy. The child wants to take the toy because he thinks if he’s happy then the other child would be happy as well.
Egocentrism isn’t just a child thing, however.
Dr. Kent Yamauchi gave an example for the class. When a teacher asks a hard question in class, the students start to slouch in their chairs and try to hide their faces. Their eyes go to other places into the distance. Their egocentric belief is that if the student doesn’t see the teacher, the teacher wouldn’t see them and call on them.
My conversation with Jonathan made me think. What’re my mangoes? What do I perceive to be true but isn’t actually.
I hear this occasionally in sports. I remember the Dodgers had a shortstop named Jose Offerman in the 90’s. The Dodger coaches couldn’t understand why he always took an unusual route to the ball when he fielded it. He was a terrible fielder.
They realized his eyes were terrible, and he could barely see the ball coming to him. When asked why he hadn’t gotten glasses, he said he just didn’t know they were bad.
They got him glasses. What happened? Well, his defense never really got better (He was just a poor defender), his hitting did, however, improve.
Former Dodger pitcher Mark Hendrickson has a similar story.
Later on, Jonathan asked me if I used the back of my phone to file my nails (because the phone case grooved).
Tim – I don’t file my nails
Jonathan – Then your nail is sharp
Tim – When I use my nail clipper, I cut using the derivative till it’s smooth.
Jonathan – I cut once on one side, then the other side, then down the middle then I file it to be smooth. That’s how Aaron and I do it.
We concluded that this is probably why Jonathan and Aaron’s nails are so pretty.
“In Cambodia, the average salary for a worker each day is only 1 or 2 dollars.”
– Ken Pak on his missionary trip.
I suppose the reality of it is that I can’t see my own mango.
And when other people do point out my mango, it seems unreal.
Jonathan’s picture is from captured by jean
i sleep alone on a bed built for two.
i close my eyes so no one can see.
when i lay still and listen to the silence
your presence overwhelms
who am i, the one to complain.
love is a journey, a lesson, a game.
to trust is to live with my heart looking forward
holding sand in my hands.
the darkness hides truth
eyes with age tell of tragedy
scars adorn the back of my heart
the forgotten embrace
echoing eternally in my thoughts
yesterday murders hope
the burden placed on your perfect shoulders.
a life sentence for anothers’ sin
better to lie alone?
better to die alone
I woke up so abruptly this morning, I’m not sure what to do with my time.
I’ve noticed a reoccurring problem on the Cal Poly campus that I’ve never had problems with anywhere else. It’s walking into people. On this campus, I see someone walking toward me from the opposite direction and I start to get anxiety. I know, when I start moving to my right or left, the other people will start moving in that same direction. Eventually, we continue this little dance until we narrowly miss hitting each other.
I don’t know why it happens. It’s to the point that sometimes I make very abrupt changes of direction to avoid the near misses.
The concert was a lot of fun. I arrived an hour late coming from Jennifer’s birthday bowling bash but a part of me is glad that I did because I stood for the whole concert. (That sentence was long)
Some of my favorite songs of the night were: Cary Brothers – Blue Eyes. Ingrid Michaelson – Die Alone
At one point, Ingrid Michaelson sang with the ukulele Radiohead’s Creep. It was pretty novel to play the song with a ukulele but overall the song itself was somewhat pedestrian.
My On-The-Go Playlist
.Ludo – Love Me Dead
.Meiko – Hiding
.Ingrid Michaelson – Die Alone
.Ingrid Michaelson – Far Away
.Cary Brothers – Blue Eyes
.Foo Fighterse – The Pretender
.Gnarls Barkley – Whatever
.LCD Soundsystem – Time to Get Away
.Muse – Time is Running Out
.Muse – Supermassive Black Hole
.Muse – Soldier’s Poem
.Paolo Nutini – New Shoes
.Red Hot Chili Peppers – Snow (Hey Oh)
.Red Hot Chili Peppers – 21st Century
.Red Hot Chili Peppers – Hump De Bump
.Seether – Rise Above This
.Spoon – Rhthm and Soul