Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

is getting injured even interesting anymore?

hey homies!

it's been a while, and what could be more fitting as a return post than another iteration of "preston gets hurt snowboarding!", eh, eh? (the third iteration, though the first two aren't documented on this here blog)

yesterday, i faceplanted on a flat rail at mountain creek.

a little bit of background history: a few seasons ago, i decided to try out a flat rail, and then i hit my hip on it. ow. from then on, i vowed never to go on rails again.

back to the present: yesterday was the first time this season that i went to south at mt creek, with all of its new terrain park shenanigans. it was pretty cool.

my first run down south, i rode down the right side of the trail, scoping out the jumps and features and landings and whatnot. the problem is, the trail is wider than just one line of features, so i didn't get to scope out the interior of the trail.

my second run down south, in the middle of the trail(!), i see a medium lip that i want to jump off of. key point: you can't see any of the landings on the other side of the jumps.

i go off the jump, get some air, nothing crazy.

i'm in the air.

WHY HELLO THAR FLAT RAIL rightinthemiddleofmylanding!

i was struck with terror by the sight of that flat rail. and more terror as i instantly realized i was going to land square on it, though i guess that's better than not landing square.

in my head flash a few thoughts.
"crapcrapcrapcrapcrap"
"oh, it'd be convenient if i landed on it and rode off of it nicely like i knew it was there all along"

NOPE.

i land on the rail. i estimate i ride half of the rail. bam! i hit my face on the rail lolol.

i knew i hit my head because, just like when i hit my head in the past, i lost that one second of memory prior to the collision, the memory of me actually falling down.

i'm on my tummy on the ground, and quickly ride out of the landing towards the fork of the trail in front of some trees. oh yeah, textbook bailout procedure.

i'm laying on the snow and i wave arnold over (at this point i'm glad i went first, before arnold and jon[tsui]), and jon stops by shortly after.

i ask arnold, "assess the damage." the left side of my face hurts in general, there's some bleeding, my left contact fell into my goggles, but MY EYE IS FINE!

my goggles are fine, too. here's the crazy part. since the day was kind of overcast, i was considering not wearing my goggles (putting them on my helmet) so i could have extra visibility on the snow. whewwww, i'm sososososo glad i wore them, because my goggles took the brunt of the impact and saved me from a broken nose or cheekbone or something worse. my goggles have saved me twice now, this incident and last time's.

at this point, i put the contact into my mouth to keep it from drying out, and i snowboard down the trail with only one contact. by the time i get to the bottom of the mountain, i've already accidentally eaten my contact. oopsies.

at EMS, i get the scrapes on my face wiped with alcohol, and ice is given to me for the swelling of my left cheek and the area surrounding my left eye. somehow, whenever i get injured, i always hit my face, and always the left side.

all in all, i'm fine. it doesn't really hurt, it just looks worse than it is. it'll be better in a few days! and going to camelback tomorrow will make me feel better :]

today's lesson: always scope out jumps to make sure there isn't a rail hiding behind waiting to be nomnom-ed by your face.

also:
A person with hands crossed over their head while on or near a feature means:
d) It's time to get X-treme!

Saturday, October 30, 2010

poomf goes the pigeon

some time ago, i was driving on i-287, going a cruising 75mph.

as i was driving along, i saw a pigeon standing on the ground right ahead of me in my lane, with my car fast approaching it. keep in mind that i saw it for all of one second before i .. well, hit it with my right tire. poomf.

a wave of guilt and sadness hit me immediately, as abrupt as the pigeon's death.

yes, i felt sad. and guilty. and that feeling stayed with me for a little bit.

but, it got me thinking. i feel bad about accidentally killing this pigeon. why? because this pigeon was alive. and now its life is no longer in existence. but how many other animals have i killed and not even given a thought to?

is all animal life created equal?

puppies. penguins. jellyfish. spiders. giraffes. ants. hamsters. goldfish.

i'm sure that as you read over that list, you and i both naturally see the lives of certain animals as more valuable than others. is this right?

is it okay to treat spiders as the spawn of the devil while we love on bunnies because they're so adorable?

do people (who care at all about animal life) eat chicken instead of beef because cow lives are more valuable than chicken lives?

does the animal being bigger mean its life is worth more than the smaller animal?

also, i believe that while animals are alive and feel pain and have emotions, only humans have souls.

what do you guys think?

Saturday, May 15, 2010

bike > trike

my parents do this cool thing where they travel places together every now and then. and, whether out of obligation or not, they invite me to go along with them. this brings up the all-too-familiar dilemma of whether or not i should tag along and be a third wheel.

this past Christmas, they decided to go to NYC on a two-day trip to see the sights, and stay at a hotel for the night. i decided not to go.

a few months ago, they went to washington d.c. to see the cherry blossom festival. didn't go here either.

this week, they're going to atlantic city. now, i haven't been to atlantic city before, unlike the other two places above, so i'm interested in checking it out.

however, the reason i usually don't go with my parents on these mini-vacations is because i want someone to hang out with! i feel like it would just end up being me and my music and be mad boring.

my parents are cute, though.

i want to do this when i get married.

:]

what do you guys think?

Sunday, April 4, 2010

pw plz

my computer is freeeee to use.

my computer used to have a password on the log-in screen, but i gave it to everyone who asked anyway. that, and i only ever had to enter it whenever i had to restart my computer for whatever reason (which was rare because i never turn my computer off or lock it or have it set to ever go into standby or sleep or whatever). that made me realize that there was no point to have it. so i removed it.

when i moved into the suite at the beginning of this year, i made an interesting realization: everyone locked their computers when not in use and required a password to unlock them. and also had a need to incessantly lock it when not in use (to varying degrees).

i didn't think much of it at first, until i realized that no one (save for matthew) would actually tell me the passwords to unlock their computers if i wanted to quickly use it for something. he might unlock it for me, but nope, wouldn't give me the password no matter what. most of them also made it a point to lock it whenever they weren't going to use it, some the instant he left the computer, others only when leaving for an extended period of time.

i didn't, and still don't, quite get the point of these passwords and incessantly locking.

to a small extent, it makes me feel like there's no trust here! that, or we have some weird stuff we wanna hide. most everyone leaves their computer in his own room (as opposed to using it often outside of the suite), so that rules out the reasoning of strangers using their computers.

and yeah, i guess i wouldn't want anyone reading my emails or chats or something, but i trust everyone enough to know they wouldn't read through all my archives of conversations and go out and tell the world or anything. and in the case someone does glance upon a snippet of a conversation, so what? i know they wouldn't make a big deal out of it.

on the other hand, just because my computer is an open book to everyone else doesn't mean i'm going to treat their computers the same way if they kept them unlocked. at most i use it to look something up, and only when necessary.

the bottom line is, i just don't get the big deal about passwords and locking computers. i'm sure you all have your own reasons and such.

i'm really curious as to what your take is on this subject. do you constantly keep your computer locked?

about [we shot the moon - tunnel vision] -- i really like this group. why? 'cause it's the new group that jonathan jones (the lead singer of waking ashland) started after waking ashland split up. i was pretty sad that waking ashland split up because i loved their composure album, and even some songs of their final (and not as good) album, the well. and i only found out a few days ago that he started this group! AWESOME! i am so happy.

[r]
-when i was younger, my handwriting was pretty bad and for important things, like putting my name with sharpie on something i owned, i asked my sister to write it for me. and i would always marvel at how neat her handwriting was. i think my handwriting can now hold its own against katie's. >:]
-i have this thing where i like to fart in little bits at a time. some of you know this. heeheehe.
-i have this other thing where when i burp, i keep it in my mouth to suppress the sound, and then i blow it away so it doesn't get on anyone. ehheehee.

Friday, March 12, 2010

all too familiar ..

(11:21:43 PM) Eric Chen: yo
(11:21:45 PM) Eric Chen: questino
(11:21:54 PM) Preston Chang: sups
(11:22:03 PM) Eric Chen: say you were walking to class
(11:22:12 PM) Eric Chen: and in the distance
(11:22:16 PM) Eric Chen: you saw someone you know
(11:22:23 PM) Eric Chen: walking towards you
(11:22:29 PM) Preston Chang: you didn't ask me this already?
(11:22:31 PM) Preston Chang: but keep going
(11:22:32 PM) Eric Chen: when do you say hi/wave?
(11:22:43 PM) Eric Chen: cause if you do it when ur really far away
(11:22:45 PM) Preston Chang: LOL
(11:22:46 PM) Eric Chen: what would you do
(11:22:53 PM) Eric Chen: when they were like right in front?
(11:22:53 PM) Preston Chang: WOW!
(11:22:56 PM) Preston Chang: i always have that dilemma too!
(11:22:56 PM) Eric Chen: do you say hi again?
(11:23:04 PM) Eric Chen: dude i'm freakin distraught
(11:23:07 PM) Preston Chang: alrihgt
(11:23:10 PM) Preston Chang: here's how you do it
(11:23:28 PM) Preston Chang: 1) you see them from far away
(11:23:41 PM) Preston Chang: if they don't see you yet
(11:23:45 PM) Preston Chang: avoid eye contact
(11:23:47 PM) Preston Chang: until you're closer
(11:23:50 PM) Preston Chang: and then pretend you just saw them
(11:23:54 PM) Eric Chen: OMG
(11:23:55 PM) Preston Chang: and be like, oh HEY!
(11:23:56 PM) Eric Chen: thats what i do
(11:23:59 PM) Preston Chang: SCORE
(11:24:04 PM) Preston Chang: if they see you too while you're still far away
(11:24:08 PM) Preston Chang: say hi
(11:24:09 PM) Preston Chang: and wave
(11:24:16 PM) Preston Chang: (because it'd be awkward now to in this case)
(11:24:16 PM) Eric Chen: yes of course
(11:24:20 PM) Preston Chang: and then make small talk when you get closer
(11:24:24 PM) Preston Chang: if you actually WANT to talk
(11:24:27 PM) Preston Chang: slow down or stop
(11:24:30 PM) Eric Chen: omg so much pressure
(11:24:30 PM) Preston Chang: otherwise keep walking
(11:24:34 PM) Eric Chen: thinking of small talk
(11:24:35 PM) Preston Chang: kind of "on an agenda" feeling
(11:24:35 PM) Eric Chen: topics
(11:24:40 PM) Preston Chang: not really
(11:24:41 PM) Preston Chang: go with easy ones
(11:24:45 PM) Eric Chen: like how are you
(11:24:47 PM) Preston Chang: where you going
(11:24:48 PM) Preston Chang: what class
(11:24:52 PM) Preston Chang: and they'll usually ask the same
(11:24:56 PM) Eric Chen: true
(11:24:58 PM) Preston Chang: and that's it!
(11:25:08 PM) Eric Chen: do you know what i did once?
(11:25:15 PM) Preston Chang: and if you keep walking then by then you won't even have time to talk about all that
(11:25:16 PM) Preston Chang: what?
(11:25:32 PM) Eric Chen: i said hi twice once
(11:25:34 PM) Eric Chen: it was hialr
(11:25:46 PM) Eric Chen: to someone
(11:25:48 PM) Preston Chang: YOU WOULD
(11:25:50 PM) Eric Chen: got mee
(11:25:57 PM) Eric Chen: this was freshman year
(11:26:12 PM) Preston Chang: how awkward was it, on a scale of 1-10?
(11:26:17 PM) Eric Chen: 7
(11:26:20 PM) Preston Chang: 10 being "oh my gosh i want to run away" awkward
(11:26:41 PM) Eric Chen: LOL
(11:26:43 PM) Eric Chen: oh yeah
(11:26:47 PM) Eric Chen: i found out who the girl was
(11:26:50 PM) Eric Chen: that i saw on the bus
(11:26:57 PM) Eric Chen: but didin't know if she knew me
(11:27:02 PM) Eric Chen: it was kimberly or something
(11:27:15 PM) Preston Chang: haha nice
(11:27:35 PM) Preston Chang: eric you ask the questions that everyone (including me) is thinking
(11:27:37 PM) Preston Chang: i like that
(11:27:43 PM) Preston Chang: like the one you asked before
(11:27:45 PM) Eric Chen: aw tnaks
(11:27:46 PM) Preston Chang: what was it?
(11:27:49 PM) Eric Chen: thanks*
(11:27:51 PM) Preston Chang: oh like the bus situation?
(11:28:18 PM) Preston Chang: if you're facing someone you know but don't know their name so you didn't say hi to them?
(11:28:31 PM) Eric Chen: omgosh!
(11:28:32 PM) Eric Chen: i hate that
(11:28:59 PM) Eric Chen: and i dont' know whether to do a head nod, wave, or just say hi
(11:29:07 PM) Eric Chen: if i see somone
(11:29:11 PM) Eric Chen: i usually stick with wave
(11:29:20 PM) Eric Chen: more obvious then head nod
(11:29:26 PM) Preston Chang: yep
(11:29:34 PM) Preston Chang: head nod i reserve for people i don't know that well
(11:29:43 PM) Preston Chang: or like, those people you always see in your classes but don't actually know their name
(11:29:52 PM) Eric Chen: LOL
(11:29:57 PM) Eric Chen: i ignore those ppl

about [a rocket to the moon - life of the party] -- i like this song. 'tis all. :]

[facts about me, 3]
-when i was younger, i used to go to the bathroom and love making myself pee until i got to a full stream, and then immediately stop as fast as i could, and then pee full stream, and then stop, and continue that cycle until i couldn't pee anymore. i loved that feeling of relief.
-in the same vein, i LOVE that feeling of falling asleep when i'm mad tired. so, when i was younger, i used to set my alarm clock for like, 4 in the morning on a weekend. this way, when it woke me up in the middle of the night, i would be able to turn it off and then feel that GLORIOUS feeling of falling asleep again. kind of like waking up to your alarm clock in the morning, except in this case, it's so much more awesome-feeling because you're allowed to fall back asleep.
-when i was younger, and i slept in a sleeping bag, my dad told me that if i ever put my head under the covers for an extended period of time, i would die. i believed him, and was deathly (no pun intended) afraid of putting my head under the covers. one time, i was crawling around in my [zipped up] sleeping bag and i lost my way out, and for those 20 seconds as i was looking for the opening, i thought i was going to die. that was mad scary.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

a wave tossed in the ocean

what's playing: playradioplay! is a band i discovered recently. their music is trance-y.. and very interesting. not quite like anything i've heard before.

what defines each of us as a person?

is it what we do? what we say? what we think?

for every person that i know, i can think of something for which i would think, "that's so ________!" (like robert with his "something iffy is going on here..." face of skepticism, or eric with his spontaneous "HAHA GOT ME!" expression)

people have their own personality traits, characteristics, and mannerisms, that's for sure. but are those what define a person?

which brings me to the question.. can people change?

here. think about your younger 5-year old self. and then your 12-year old self. and now your present self.

are you the same person?
have you changed?
have you grown?
does growth imply change?
are you still the same you back then?

i wonder if i've changed.. i often hear people say that i've grown, but what does that actually mean?

compared to, say, five years ago, i can think of a few differences. i've gotten more comfortable with social situations, more outgoing. i've gotten more "mature" by learning from different experiences that i've been through. i've gotten more knowledgeable through the regular intake of information around me, and school and stuff.

but am i different? i'm still the same old me, right? really, i'm asking you that. for however long you've known me, have i changed at all? after all, you would be the one to notice, not myself.

let's say for example you have a car. and say you replace each part of the car piece by piece, until every piece of the car has been swapped with a new one. you still end up with a car, "your" car, but now it has entirely different pieces. is it still your same original car? at which point (which piece?) did it change?

this analogy kind of misses out on the whole aspect of the human mind, which is kind of a big deal, but you get what i'm saying. when it comes to a human being, is there an "essence" or "soul" of a person that doesn't change, even if their external surface (words, actions) changes?

over time, we mature and adjust the way that we think about things. the way that we make decisions. the way that we prioritize. the way that we live, quite frankly.

but sometimes, i hear the line, "you're a good person. don't ever change."

what does that second part mean exactly?
do we have the choice to change ourselves into bad people?
is that supposed to be encouragement to not do bad stuff, going off of the assumption that what we do defines us?
does that mean we should only make good changes to ourselves?
what makes a good change "good"?

what do you think?
can someone change?
what makes someone who they are?
is there a concrete and permanent identity for each person?

.. have you changed recently?

[wouldn't you like to know]
-when i was younger, i often went with my parents to chinese restaurants. i would see other people have cans of soda, and i would ask my parents if i could get one too. they always told me that other people brought it themselves, because then i would know i couldn't get one since the restaurant didn't have any, and that i would never have thought ahead enough to ask to bring a soda before we left for the restaurant. tricky. very tricky.
-i always cherish gifts i receive. and so, when i receive gifts that are use-able or edible, i always hold onto it and put it on my shelf or something so i don't use it up. that's why i tend to not like "perishable" gifts, because then i feel bad not using/eating the gift, but then i would personally feel bad if i did because the gift is gone! but eventually, it'll go bad and go to waste, so then i'd feel bad again! because of internal conflicts like these, i end up with uneaten chocolate penguins in their original packaging that i got for christmas maybe two years ago .. and i JUST might get around to eating them. but probs not.
-you know the kneepits of jeans, where the creases are? and when you sit down and you stretch out your legs and you can feel them? i love feeling them.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

counting--oh, the fun

in the first grade, i lived in oregon, because of my dad's work. we had a bichon frise named eddie, as well. anyway! i went to fisher's landing elementary school, and that was where i learned to count. funny thing is, though, they had an interesting way of teaching us first graders how to count. here's a little diagram explaining it..
the blue dots represent that "point" being counted once. the red dots represent that "point" being counted twice.

as you can see, the system doesn't really make too much sense for the majority of the numbers, except maybe 3 and 4.

the sad thing is, i think this actually hindered my mental math abilities, because i remember counting the dots in my head (including double-counting each red one), when adding numbers. and yeah, this was up until sometime in high school. from there, i gradually made a change to actually learning and REMEMBERING simple mental math instead of counting dots.

oregon.

in a similar vein, one of the things i'm excited for when/if i get to heaven is the FUN FACTS.

by fun facts i mean, since God knows everything, in heaven, we'll be able to know every single fact there is to know about our lives! i would totally want to be able to see and compare stuff with other people and see how we rank up in terms of statistics. 'cause you know, statistics are always fun.

a few examples of some things i would like to ask, see, and compare with other people..

[distance traveled..]
on bike
by foot

[time spent..]
watching movies
playing video games
pooping

[volume of..]
blood lost
mountain dew consumed

oops, the list came out to be much shorter than expected. yeah, i guess i never really had to sit down and make a list of stuff. but these are definitely biggies that i've thought about randomly.

[pic of the day!]

fiercest picture. i've ever seen. in a calc book.

[yofavfax]
-my favorite color shirt to wear is navy. however, it happens that navy shirts, given the dark color, also fade easily and noticeably after multiple washings. as a result, i never (rarely) wear my navy shirts anymore, because i don't want them to fade. funny how that works, huh? it's like the saying, "no one goes to that restaurant anymore because it's too crowded."
-when i drop food (like snacks) on the floor (that's not too dirty) and there are people around, i pick it up as if i'm going to throw it out, hold it for a few seconds, and then eat it. that way, when people are watching me to see what i do with it, they'll think i'm going to throw it out and not eat it, but i still do when they're not watching! score!
-when i'm by myself in a public bathroom, and the option is available, i like to hit the buttons on both of the hand dryers and dry one hand under each. yeah. sup.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

cute kids, cool cars, close call, and a cleaaaaan cookie

i think my blog makes you guys read too much. here, a change of pace. (also no new music. sorry.)

these two kids are isaac and enoch, respectively.

i know them from church, and i went to their house and taught them piano for a while up until i had to go to college.

enoch is the older brother, but i don't remember exactly how old they are. they're ridiculously cute and cool at the same time, and i love hanging out with them.

fun fact!: enoch and isaac have beaten me in checkers every time that we've played. in my defense, i've only played checkers a handful of times as a kid, and haven't touched the game since.

isaac has two swirls!

i have this thing where i point out every nissan 350z that i see. and if i can, i take a picture of it. (which isn't creepy, 'cause they're just cars, not like people or something.)

i saw this sweet black one as i was biking on my way to mr. kevin yuey's house, and stopped to take these two pics, but not for too long, for fear of neighbors being suspicious.

i saw this tricked-out 350z as i was leaving rockaway mall.

i'm particularly proud of these shots that i got here, waiting for the traffic light at 46/beverwyck.

at rutgers. DIG the blue.


rutgers again. orange is pretty legit, too.

check it ouuuuut.

before i came to college, i mowed four lawns regularly, and carried the lawn mower to their houses in our mazda suv, pictured on the left. for these next pictures, even though i had full intention for this to happen, i'm not sure whether to describe it as something that i did or something that happened to me. i'll let you decide.

and last but not least.

SHO NUFF

[those 3 fax]
-when i was younger, i used to think i was clever by pointing my middle finger down at the ground. i don't recall doing it much, though.
-for as long as i can remember, i've slept on my tummy. on the rare occasion, i would sleep on my side. however, it wasn't until college that i actually deliberately slept on my back. still rare, though. it feels so weird.
-my favorite soda is mountain dew: code red. it doesn't have to do with the color red, that's for sure, because that's one of my least favorite colors. but i dunno. i'm a big mountain dew fan in general. all the mountain dews i've had: regular, code red, live wire, pitch black, pitch black ii, voltage, supernova, revolution, baja blast, and halo3 game fuel edition. i have yet to try the two world of warcraft ones. i still have an unopened can of the halo3 game fuel edition on the shelf in my room. :D

Friday, October 2, 2009

pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

i SAW OWL CITY IN CONCERT, the same venue as the one i saw amber pacific at. IT WAS AWESOME. adam sang and played some electric guitar (two different ones!). there was also a celloist, violinist, drummer, and a female vocalist who also played keyboard and synth. it was AWESOME. oh wait i said that already, lols. they didn't stick around afterwards, unfortunately. i didn't get any merch this time, because the wristband was $10, t-shirts were expensive ($20), and the poster wasn't interesting enough on its own (meaning without autographs).

i'm planning to go see ANBERLIN in concert sunday, october 25th. allentown, pa. 1hr20min drive, daaang. BUT IT WILL BE AWESOME. ANBERLIN = AWESOME.

---

what IS integrity?
what does it mean?
what is it comprised of?

some questions..

is it okay to do something illegal if no one sees?
what if everyone else is doing it, too?
are some laws not as important as other ones?

these days, i think it's tremendously hard to have good integrity.

it's hard in the sense that a lot of things push us to cheat or cut corners or bend the rules, perhaps to get ahead, to make things easier, or because it's an easy source of enjoyment.
it's also hard in the sense that even if we put a ton of effort into trying to maintain our integrity, there are so many little subjective things that an outsider could pick at if trying to pinpoint cracks and faults.

some thoughts..

one thing that comes to mind for me is music piracy. yeah, it's illegal, but it's also widely prevalent. you'd be hard-pressed to find someone who adheres strictly to not downloading music.

now this isn't some self-righteous post about how i purchase [almost] all my music and everyone else downloads everything illegally and i'm so right and i hate piracy and blalhbalhhlab, it's just meant to get your mind crankin'.

even though i like to purchase music and support the artists, i'm conflicted a lot of the time, too.

as one (okay, probably more) of my friends said, "BUY music? that's such a waste of money, since it's so easy to get it from anywhere!" and it's true! why buy music?

i think one of the reasons that people don't feel bad, or as bad, about breaking the law, is when it relates to something that isn't monitored. you know, download a few songs, or a few thousand, no one's gonna know or catch you.

or, they feel like it's okay because it's not something physical. "it's not like i'm stealing the CD from the store!"

or, better yet, it's okay because everyone else is doing it, too, or they're more illegal! "i'm only downloading a few songs that i like since the rest of the songs on the CD are crappy, and other people download so much more than me! i'm GOOD compared to them."

or, some people say, if it's a big corporation, or someone wealthy, it's not as bad to steal from them. "it's okay, kanye's mad ballin', he doesn't need my money and it won't affect him at all if i don't buy his music."

or, that the law is unfair and a rip-off. "CDs are way too expensive, they overcharge for them! $10 for a movie ticket? get real!"

here's a thought: who ever even officially said that music should be cheap, let alone free? is it easy or cheap to write and produce and publish amazing music?

owning music that we can listen to whenever we want is not some right that we have, and i think we've grown to feel like it is.

just because a flatscreen plasma HDTV is expensive and is awesome and you want it, is it okay to steal it?

but this makes the situation most real for me.. even though i've never worked on a movie, or wrote any kind of great music, i know i can't even imagine how much work it takes to put it all together.

put yourself in their shoes.
if you wrote an original song.. if you designed a beautiful piece of art..

would you want someone to steal that from you?

[randoms]
-i will never use 0.7mm lead. i don't know why. i just grew up with 0.5mm and stuck with it. but that's only for lead pencils. as for pens, i will practically never use blue ink. i dunno why i just don't like it. my preferred is black, and i don't have any other colors.
-now that i live in a suite with five other doods, i re-discovered one of my shower hobbies. re-directing water from the showerhead to wash away random strands of hair stuck on the wall, the shower curtain, or anywhere on the bathtub. it's so addicting! and fun! maybe that's my slightly-OCD side of me talking.
-ever since i was younger, one of my dreams was to be trapped in shoprite. with a few friends, of course. i would wanna see how long we would be able to survive, only living off of what we could find in the store. we could last for months! more! YEARS?! hooohoo awesome, i'm laughing just thinking about it. if you steal that idea for a reality show after reading the post above, you have no heart.

Monday, September 14, 2009

too ninja for civics

I GOT T-BONED BY A CAR TODAY ON MY BIKE lols

[prep] [today, monday 9/14]
today, me and matthew took a bike ride together to college ave, 'cause i had to go to the public safety building to pick up my parking permit, and also to the university bookstore so i could pre-order an iclicker.

we biked to the rutgers student center and got on the F bus (bikes too), which brought us to the public safety building where i picked up my parking permit.

from there, the plan was to bike back to the scott hall stop and take the bus, or bike directly back to busch.

[set-up] [1:10pm]
at the intersection of hamilton and college ave, me and matthew were waiting to cross the crosswalk. i waited as i usually do until pedestrians start crossing, in order to ensure that cars would be stopping for at least the pedestrians, and i started my way across. a black civic was stopped nearby and the first in the row of cars, and as i started to cross, he started to accelerate. at that point, i was already square in front of his car, but i was just thinking to myself, "yeah, he'll stop. yeah.. okay, he's not stopping oh crap this is really happening --"

[action]
BAM! since i'm very aware when i ride my bike, i was already watching his car and anticipating the collision, and i was able to jump off my bike like i just messed up landing a bmx trick and proceeded to land square on my feet. TOO NINJA.

[aftermath]
i think both me and the driver took a few seconds to collect ourselves and take in what just happened. he steps out and apologizes and says some other stuff that i didn't take notice of, but then i'm just like whatever, and i pick up my bike and move it over to the sidewalk to check it out. the bike is fine, except that the back wheel is a little crooked where the car's bumper hit it. i had to disengage the rear brakes because they would touch a part of the tire on each revolution. it's okay, i never really used those crappy rear brakes anyway! my bike just got even ghetto-er, and i didn't even think that was possible.

[questions?]
you probably have a lot of questions. lemme give it a shot.
-the driver was male
-he was going straight
-yes, he had a green light
-no, i wasn't on the crosswalk, because his car was already stopped ON the crosswalk before i even attempted to cross it
-pedestrians were crossing despite the "red hand no walk" sign over the crosswalk
-no, i didn't get his info or plates or anything
-yeah, i know, i'll get it in the future from now on no matter the severity of the situation
-a handful of people probably saw, though it wasn't a big scene because a) the collision wasn't that big, and b) i landed on my feet
-he had [quickly] accelerated for about a second and then hit the brakes just a split-second before hitting me
-no, i wasn't scared
-matthew was behind me watching the whole thing and was greatly concerned for my health. what a good friend! not once on the entire bus ride home did he even do so much as crack a smile about the situation.
-my bike still runs well, and you wouldn't even be able to tell there was something wrong with the back wheel

[morals]
snowboard. it gives you a good sense of balance and teaches you how to fall well in impromptu situations.

[modnarrandom]
-maybe two years ago or so, i was at home taking out the trash. i was barefoot and took a step out the front door, and with the first step that landed on the ground outside, i stepped on something squishy. IT WAS A SLUG. i immediately freaked out and limp-ran upstairs to the bathtub to start scrubbing my foot with as much soap as i could. after a few minutes of soaping and scrubbing, i realized that the sole of my foot was squeaky clean, except for the one sliver print of where i stepped on the slug. MAD NASTS. i asked my mom what to do and she said to use baking soda. so i did, and it came off, just like that. moms are so smart.
-once, i stole a contacts case from baldwin pharmacy. i needed one, and it was like a ridiculous $4. not that that was what i used as my rationale, but it was my incentive. i don't remember ever stealing anything else.
-one time, i was in my room (the room which is now the guest room) and staying up late. it was like 4am. i needed to pee, but didn't want to open the door because it was gonna make a lot of noise. so, i stood up on my bed, opened the window, and peed out. the window was facing the back of my house, and i heard the long splatter on the pavement 20 feet or so below.

Monday, September 7, 2009

thank yous to my homies

thanks for reading my blog, doods.

all of you out there. the rare visitors, the occasional visitors, and the visitors that hound my gmail/aim status every day waiting to see when i update again.

i appreciate all of you very much.

(but i love you the most if you're in the last category :P)

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living in a suite is mad cool. i'm in mccormick low-rise, 304. in through the main mccormick doors, make a left, make a right, and you're in low-rise!

i'm not used to ever having to wait to use the bathroom, since there were always plenty of stalls/showers in the dorm public bathrooms last year. however, our partial solution to this is just to leave the door unlocked while showering so that others can pee if need be. genius, i know.

HANGING POSTERS UP IS GREAT. but i don't have enough room. :[

i'm definitely understanding why once upperclassmen have a suite, they're so much more inclined to spend like all their time in the suite and ask YOU to visit THEM. why? because it's comfortable, easy, and everything you need is in your suite! except for food, which is just a trip to the dining hall.

the thing is, in a suite of six people, if you wanna chill with only a small number of people, like one or two others, you can have that. on the other hand, if you wanna hang out with a larger number of people, like three to five others, you can have that, too! in terms of friendships, the suite is self-sufficient! thus, it's so much easier to simply want to stay in all the time and ask other people to visit. heehee.

i'm not saying i'm stuck in that mentality, though, because i've done my share of visiting other people's dorms. along the same lines, i'm pushing myself each day to step out of my box more and meet people i normally wouldn't talk to, and it's been really cool.

I LOVE WORD GAMES. not exactly games that have to do with knowing vocabulary, because the size of my vocabulary is decent at best, but i'm talking along the lines of manipulating words and such. games like prolific on FB (which if you haven't heard of, i've been told is like boggle), word challenge which also on FB, and speed scrabble!

just yesterday, i played this game called bananagrams with robert, steph, and vincent. it's funny because it's simply speed scrabble. however, the differences are.. there are 144 tiles. and the tiles are square. AWESOME.

this seriously makes me consider getting bananagrams just to have the extra 44 tiles, and the convenience of the square tiles. plus, the tiles are beige and come in a zippered banana peel bag. $14? HMM.

scattergories is also really fun, especially in big group settings. i think playing on teams (of two) is the most fun, because winning is always more fun with a friend.

with the whole meeting new people and having fun hanging out, i definitely plan to stay on campus a lot more these weekends. i really don't have anything to do at home.

!!! i'm also going to see OWL CITY in concert at the school of rock in south hackensack. it's the same place i went to see amber pacific at in may. if anyone is interested in going, lemme know, it's on sep17th, thursday at 7pm. YAY OWL CITY!!!

so here's the part where you help me with my blog. lemme know what you think about it, what you like, what you don't like. anything!

i always try to picture what my blog would look like as if i were a third-party viewer, but that only goes so far.

some sample questions to get you started:
how do you like the music?
do you like that it auto-starts?
what are you interested in reading more about?

[randomizer]
-when i played neopets back in the day, my favorite neopet was the meerca. i'm not sure what about it attracted me so much to picking it, probably its ridiculously long tail or something, but it was my favorite neopet by far, and the only one i kept. i think. i also painted it gold (and paid a lot for it!) for some ridiculous reason that i can't understand now.
-whenever i pee in a urinal, i always mentally judge the quality of the urinal. by quality, i mean how good it is at re-directing and absorbing my pee stream so that it doesn't splash back at me.
-at fisher's landing elementary school in 1st grade in oregon, i rode the bus to school. one day, on the bus ride there, i was sitting with my best friend. i forget his name. as we approached the school, a bully told the bus driver that i was picking my friend's nose. the bus driver believed him over me, and i got in trouble for it. WHAT THE HECK!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

ivory

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.


that, above, is written on the wrapping of a bar of ivory soap. how cool! that line really makes me think about my life in perspective. lately, i've started to feel myself actually growing up and getting older, and man, it is a scary thing.

i specifically remember one moment at the beginning of my sophomore year of high school. i said to myself, "preston, high school is going to go by really quickly, but it's a good thing you're not at the halfway point, and you're only going to be a sophomore. you could throw away this year and still have enough time to redeem your high school years, but make the best of it now."

i'm not gonna say any of that "it felt like i was young just yesterday!" stuff, because when i think about middle school, all that feels REALLy far back in the past. i like school, because the education provides something to do, something to achieve.

is it bad if that is the "main" purpose of my life now, with everything else such as friends, games, life experiences, as "side" enjoyments? to think that in a few years there won't be anymore school!? scary.

i was talking with chris chu a while ago, and the way he described things to me put things in a scary kind of perspective for me.

a few things i remember:
after college, there won't be time to hang out with friends anymore, and if there is, it'll be limited. because "4/5" people will move to another area to work, and/or they'll get married.
church won't be nearly the same because the english young adults is nothing like college group which is already much different from regular youth group.
without a purpose or "thing to go after" once college is over, what'll i seek out and fill my life with, besides work?

which brings me back to the quote above.

"Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things."

i hope i've made the best of enjoying little things in the past. i think, if you take time to look around, you'll see your life filled with lots of little things that you may take for granted. but hey, youth is what it is, and it doesn't last forever.

every sunday school, every sermon, every "routine" worship team set, every applebee's get-together, every sleepover, every settlers game. make the best of it.

preston, college is going to go by really quickly. make the best of it now.

what are your little things that you enjoy now?

[randumz]
-when i was younger, i would go apple picking every year around october. one time, i brought a steak knife with me, and slashed up apples as they hung on the trees as if i were a samurai or something. i had a BLAST.
-DCLA. in DC. in 2006. at the beginning of one of the concerts, i was heading to the bathroom. and before i even got close to the door, guess who i SAW! DAVID CROWDER! a ton of other people were there and crowding him at the entrance to the bathroom, the poor guy. the point is, I GOT TO SHAKE HIS HAND HEHEH.
-one time in middle school, i got a nosebleed. i went to the nurse's office and it kept going for a long while. eventually, the nurse called my dad and he came to get me since my nose wouldn't stop bleeding. i went to see a doctor/private-physician-dood on the spot, and he stuck this solder-like thing up my nostril, and the bleeding stopped. he said my nose would never bleed again. that wasn't true.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

are you holding back like the way i do?

sometimes, i wonder how my life would be different if i were in a different grade.

the most immediate alternative i think of would be the grade above me, since i'm really old for my grade and on the borderline to a grade older.

i know every once in a while i thought about it in terms of school friends, but usually it was with my church friends, because they're the ones that have been the most consistent throughout the years since i was waaaay young.

i think about the people i would be friends with, and wonder how that would change me as a person.

would i have different hobbies?

would i be a better student?

would i be more disciplined?

would my spiritual life be better?

would i still be good friends with these people who are in my grade right now?

would i be going to the same college?

ultimately, that's not to say, though, that i don't really like where i am now with the awesome people in my grade. :]

if you have some time [which you do because i have a short entry today], think about it for yourself. it's kind of interesting!

lemme know what you think up. :]

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i'm watching my sister's dog (daisy) and one of her three cats (MCA). daisy is fun. and this is my first time taking care of MCA, and man, this cat is kind of whacky in the head. it likes climbing on everything, going through every nook and cranny it can find, knocking stuff over, and randomly sprawling out on the ground. but dood, it is so cool and whacky, hahah. i'm having fun. :]

[YOUR FAVORITE RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME TIME YAY]
-when i was younger, i would always watch my parents move the gear-shifter stick thing in the middle and get really curious about it myself. so, one day, while my mom was driving, i was riding shotgun. when i noticed she wasn't looking, in one quick motion, i pressed the button on the gear-shifter and gave it a pull downwards. looking back, i think i put it directly into park. lols. my mom quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road and scolded me etc etc. yay for curiosity!
-when i was younger, my parents had this blue car. one day, we were waiting at a stoplight, maybe like 5-6 cars back from the light. my mom was driving, and i was sitting in the backseat right behind her. a truck+trailer was on our left, the one that carries like eight cars on it. it was making a left turn, and the rear right end of the trailer slowly and seemingly painstakingly scraped up the left side of our car. my mom was honking furiously but i think the truck driver was too far away to immediately hear. what an experience. heehee.
-once, i cooked ramen on the stove. i boiled clean water that i scooped up from the toilet bowl. it tasted normal. :]

Saturday, July 25, 2009

SETTLERS

i love playing settlers. the simple gameplay with multiple underlying layers of depth and strategy played on a randomized game board with different dynamics every game.. golden.

recently, though, i've encountered some settlers controversy with me and my good friend, matthew. we played a lot of settlers together, and it got to the point where we'd be at each other's throats over in-game disputes on "how to play correctly" or "what the right thing to do is" and stuff like that, and we decided that we shouldn't play together. yeah, it was that bad.

ironic, because just a few weeks ago, i was amused by something matthew said:
"i love playing settlers because i get to hate you for those 45 minutes"
this makes me think a bit. what IS it that makes settlers enjoyable? what makes it "ruthless" as many people put it?

there are probably infinitely many different reasons, but here are some of my thoughts..

apparently, there are some unwritten "rules" to settlers.

"i'm sorry, but i have to!"

one of these rules that some people strongly believe in is that you must always do whatever you can in your power to help yourself to win. use the robber whenever you have the chance to, and everything and anything else that can benefit you, you must do.

another of these rules is that you have to target whoever is winning. it's not "right" to target people who aren't winning, because you're upsetting the natural balance of the game. the debate here comes into play when figuring out who is actually winning. some people judge it based only on points, which is accurate, but naive for a few reasons. check it out:

if person A has four settlements, and holds longest road, person A has 6 points.
if person B has five settlements, he/she only have 5 points.
who's winning?
points-wise, person A.
LOGICALLY AND SMARTLY SPEAKING WISE (heehee, i'm not biased at all), person B. why? person B has 5 points worth of settlements/cities, so we can call those 5 "resource-producing" points. person A only has 4 points worth of settlements/cities, so theoretically speaking, person A isn't making as much as person B. by attacking person A who has more points by using the robber and such, person B will be able to continue gathering resources and his rate of production will be much greater than person A because the attention is off of him.

some people also find it important to point out who's winning, or who has the most points, or when someone reaches x amount of points. i don't see this as bad, since some people may slip under the radar and get close to winning, so it's important to "notify" the general public.

here's a big question: is winning itself the only point of settlers?

yeah, i play to win, naturally. it's fun to win! it's a nice sense of accomplishment, especially in an intense four-player game. but, as with many other things, the desire to win can result in a lack of other courtesies that you would normally exhibit as a person outside of the game, such as, oh, BEING NICE.

i don't just mean being nice as in "oh i won't put the robber on anyone!" i mean being nice as in attitude, words spoken, and general play style exhibited. it is just a game.

some people get annoyed at people who take the game too seriously and tell them "it's just a game, stop being so serious!"

it's funny, because then i also see people who take the game seriously provide reasoning for how they play by saying "it's just a game, chill out, i'm nice in real life."

i accept that, and i don't think that people who play meanly in settlers are mean in real life, because i know they aren't. however, i think, whether people notice it or not, the way that people play settlers is also somewhat representative of their own selves.

there's also something to be said about "becoming how you act". yeah, that's the informal way of putting it and i'm not sure how psychology puts it or whatever, but if you play enough mean/selfish games of settlers, there's only so much time that will pass before that play style starts to gradually become accepted (by yourself and others) as traits and characteristics of your own personality as a person.

back to the point, if winning is the only goal of settlers, then technically everyone should go all out and do everything in their power to win, right? meaning being mean in every way possible, being selfish in every trade and expansion and use of development cards, etc.

however, there's the other side of people who realize that if they play the crowd correctly, they can win by being nice. being nice allows you to have a certain veil over you as a player, since less attention is brought to you when you're not putting the robber on other people or stealing cards from other people. and being under the radar is always a key to victory. it's also a good strategy to be nice, because sometimes other people just roll more 7's than you do, at which point, if you got on their bad side, you're screwed!

for me, as well as a few people that i know, i get just about as much (if not more) enjoyment as i would from winning, when i help someone else to win. it's even more exciting when the person i'm helping is the underdog by a big stretch, and together we team up to make a huge comeback to steal the win from the first-place player. kind of a jerk move, but if a team effort results in 3 people working together and winning against 1 person, then the greater good is achieved right?

i remember once in game, me and abel weren't winning, but we pooled our resources together and helped the person in second place to build 5 roads in one turn and steal longest road, and thus the game, away from the point-leader, eric chen. yeah, eric wasn't too happy about that, but the whole enjoyment came from the fact that it was so epic and seemingly unachievable.

sometimes when i build up a partnership with someone else in the game, i end up realizing that i would be just as happy if they won as if i myself won.

i feel like because settlers is "just a game", it provides a cover (or excuse) for the "evil sides" of people's personalities to be free and run rampant. kinda like, it brings out the worst in people. ya know? [not everyone, mind you, so don't get the impression that everyone is suddenly super evil and selfish and mean and ruthless when they play settlers, haha]

what a fun game.

[riii]
-i took karate when i was younger, like in elementary school sometime. i think i generally enjoyed it. i don't think it actually taught me anything useful, though, since i don't remember any of it now.
-i was part of a swimming program at the ymca in 4th grade, and i HATED it. freestyle was the worst. i kept feeling like i was going to drown, hahah. i would occasionally grab onto the floating lane lines to support myself, once or twice while swimming across the pool. i did, however, enjoy the backstroke. it was relaxing, and i didn't feel like i was going to drown. i was just afraid of drifting sideways, and also hitting the concrete on the other end of the pool.
-i played indoor soccer, also at the ymca, when i was in 4th grade. i liked this a LOT. i remember i always played defense, always always always. i was the tallest kid on my team. on the contrary, i remember our goalie was the shortest kid on our team, and many a goal were scored on him since he was so small. noob. i probably saved his butt a billion times. i think i scored like one goal, or maybe two, by kicking it super hard from my end of the field, since the overall field was so small. OH. and one time, i went for a ball at the same time as this kid from the other team, and we collided shins together pretty hard. he cried like crazy because it hurt, and yeah my shin hurt a little too under the shinguard, but the funny part is i specifically remember trying to limp or grab my leg to make it look my shin hurt because i felt bad that he was crying and i wasn't. joke time!: i liked sharks and other marine animals when i was younger, so when we voted for team names, i chose the blue sharks, naturally, since blue was my favorite color. i didn't realize until some time later, since no one told me, that our shirts were purple. no wonder the crowds or parents were always kinda confused when they heard our team name.

Friday, July 17, 2009

burning down neverland

one of those spontaneous and weird ideas you think of and you can't believe you end up following through with.

for those of you who don't know, me and matthew chao are taking the same statics class at rutgers on tuesday and thursday, and we have calc class at the same time monday-thursday, so we get a good amount of hanging out and studying done.

this tuesday that just passed, me and mr. matthew went to good ol' SERC to work on statics homework, due that same day. our statics classroom is in 205, except neither me nor matthew like sitting in the desk/chair things that they have in that classroom. they're uncomfortable, have limited desk space, and don't allow interaction with other people. however, the room right next to it, 206, had the glorious long tables with cushy armrest chairs. we were both fans of these comfy chairs and long tables, which encouraged group work. clearly, this was the better option, and we settled down here.

this is matthew chao, electrical engineer OF THE FUTURE! (ha, look at that geeky shirt.)

while working on statics, as seen above, i had an idea. here is the conversation*.
me: hey matthew, i wish we had these tables and chairs in our statics class.
matthew: yeah.
me: the desks we have are so uncomfortable!
matthew: i guess so.
me: you know.. we should move all these tables and chairs over to our statics room!
matthew: yeah.
me: people would be more comfortable, and it encourages group interaction!
matthew: i guess so.
me: wow, do you think we could do it?!
matthew: yeah.
me: haha that'd be crazy, OKAY LET'S DO IT.
matthew: i guess so.
*i don't remember exactly what matthew said, and i don't want to quote him saying something he didn't, so i took the liberty of just making up stuff.

it was one of those things that i said out loud because it popped into my mind, but i didn't think i would actually go through with. never before has someone taken so excitedly to one of these ideas of mine as matthew did that day, which really got me excited for this endeavour. it quickly went from a funny hypothetical situation to seriously considering and planning out how to go about it, and if we would get caught, and such. we began by making time estimates on how long it would take. matthew said ten minutes. i said thirty minutes. oh, we were so wrong.

to start, we stacked the desk-chairs into piles of 4-5, and carried them over together. we decided we would start by moving the desk-chairs in 205 (our statics classroom with the annoying desks) over to 206.

halfway through the moving, we realized that the number of seats in the two classrooms differed quite a bit. 205 had 58 desk-chairs, but 206 only had 39 seats. uh oh. we stood there. we contemplated it. does our statics class have that many people..? we realized it was too late to back out. ONWARDS.

after we moved all 58 chairs over to 206 and left them there in stacks, we began the task of moving the 20ish tables from 206 to 205. one by one. one by one. man, walking backwards is so annoying, especially in sandals, as we both were.

this was around the halfway point, and all this lifting and moving was actually really tiring. we definitely underestimated this whole ordeal. we underestimated the scope of it, the work required, and how unfun it would actually be moving all those darned chairs and desks. regardless, we had to press on.

after all the tables were moved over, we stacked all the chairs from 206 and carried those over to 205 as well.

fast foward a bit. and.. FINALLY. everything was where it was supposed to be, except the desks and chairs were in stacks. it was the final stretch where we unstacked them and put them in rows or behind tables where they belonged.

the whole thing took an hour+, and after it was over, it was such a relief. high fives were exchanged. grins were worn. hug was given. :]

i only took a few pics, because there wasn't much to see. it was just a lot of annoying labor.



but, was it worth it in the end?

mm. yeah.

going to statics class, everyone looked pleasantly surprised and refreshed at the change in seating, although mr. grad student statics teacher dhaval dadia was none too pleased. i think i heard him say "ridiculous!".

i found out we have 37 people in our statics class, and only 39 seats. look how that worked out! definitely the funniest part of that day was when people trickled in late, and each person stood in the middle of the class and had a bewildered look on his/her face when looking around for a seat to sit in. funnnnnny stuff. AND, since one half of the room has seats in rows of 4, we witnessed these two people that arrived early and sat in the MIDDLE two seats, leaving one seat on each side of the pair. WHO DOES THAT?! we called them the awkward sitters. though matthew just likes to use the term "idiots".

i enjoy statics MORE now, and i wish we thought of the idea sooner, but we're only about halfway through the session, so there's still time to enjoy our work. as we were sitting in class, matthew and i both really wanted to tell other people about who moved the desks, but unfortunately, we both didn't know anyone in the class. doh. it's okay. we understand.

and he came over after class.

and we saw transformers 2. :D

[exciting: when i went into clearview cinema 12, they have that little table in the middle of the lobby area that has the popcorn seasoning stuff, and on the table was a full jumbo bucket of popcorn! it must have been a present! i looked around and waited for about a minute to see if it was anyone's or if anyone came to claim it, but no one did, so i took it. i discreetly dumped it all out in a trash can (what do you think i am, gross!?), and got a refill. and we saw transformers.]

what a good day.

[r!r!r]
-when i drive on the highway, my preferred hand positions on the wheel are 3 and 11. i've only formally discovered this recently because of all the driving i had to do for summer classes at rutgers. it just works.
-i went to the hillsong concert in new york in june, and rode the subway for the first time. i think after seeing how gross the standing poles on the subway are, i became more wary of things in public that have been touched by a lot of people and may be really dirty. for example, now whenever i open a door of any kind at school, i try to push/pull on the handle or door only where i think nobody has touched it before.
-when i was younger, i used to hold my nose with my hand and exhale forcefully, to pop my ears if they were ever feeling weird. however, i occasionally did it really forcefully, and at unnecessary times, as well as unnecessarily extended lengths of time. it was probably because i thought it was interesting that the pressure i felt in my head that popped my ears out, i also felt in my tear ducts, as if they were connected somehow (which i now know, are). and thus the story goes.. not too long after, i had a nosebleed. and blood came out of my tear ducts. the end.