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Friday, October 31, 2003
Happy Halloween yall. How do you guys plan to spend your Halloween? Sitting at home pretending to not be home when the kids come over because you stuffed your face and killed all the candy you were supposed to give out? "Can't those kids tell that if the lights aren't on, then nobody is home to give em candy?" Shoooo. heehee Don't be dicks... Make the kids happy - give em candy. It IS a Friday and I'm not sure I remember the last time a Halloween was on a Friday, so my bet is a lot of people are not going to be home. Anyhow, to help with the Halloween ambiance, here are some carved pumpkin pix.
 Stop the Pumpkin on Pumpkin Violence |  Tow up Pumpkin |
The weather has gotten cooler recently, particularly today. Finally the feel of autumn has come. I hope that any rain that might come our way will arrive soon so that it will help alleviate the problems the fires within California have created. To any of those who have unwanted or extra blankets, there is a current shortage and the Red Cross needs your donations to help with the victims of this devastating fire.
On a more merrier note, rookie sensation LeBron James is able to prove that he can indeed walk the walk. This boy has a lot of pressure on him and I'm glad that he's able to do his thang without being affected. As for the Kobe/Shaq drama, well I'm just gonna let them Lakers play and save the soap opera for daytime television.
Lastly, have you guys checked out Maxim's current edition with Jessica Alba on the cover? Either buy this month's edition or go to their website OooooooooWeeeeeeeeeeee. Be careful, if you look too long, you might get cavities in your eyes.
Friday, October 24, 2003
I walk into a small quaint living room and my eyes instantly stumble upon a Latina in her early twenties relaxing on a plush loveseat across from me. Her gaze locks with mine and rather than being surprised or alarmed at my sudden presence, she tilts her head and smiles, as if expecting me. I sheepishly grin back before speaking or approaching her. My mind holds down the scan-forward button of my memory as too many frames to count per second hurtle through my head. I can't remember. I can't remember how I know this girl. . . I pause one last time before deciding to just ask her. With each step closer to her, I try to remember again, wringing my mind like a sponge one last time to get any drips of memory that might not have been squeezed out before. To no avail. As I muster up my voice to ask her why she looks so familiar, a husky man slams opens a door on my right, rushing towards me.
As I am being tackled and flung to the floor, my mind settles an agreement with logic, signing the affidavit. Terms- Do not mess with this girl. Condition- Well, I'm getting conditioned right now. I look over my shoulder to explain to this man I was just going to talk to the girl, when I receive a sharp slap from reality . . . The man holding me doesn't have a face! I could make out the shape of his head along with his almost bic-ed hair, but I could see no actual features on his face: No nose; no eyes; no mouth. The face resembles more like the smooth surface of a brown egg shell. Realization sinks further in, providing me with relief, like an anchor finally getting thrown to help damper the uncontrollable movements of a boat trapped in turbulent waters. I now know this is only a dream. That would explain everything from my abrupt entrance to this strange face-less man.
I try to will myself awake as the man keeps me debilitated on the floor. I feel like an oriental rug pinned by four legs of a heavy mahogany table. Then I feel a sharp sensation on the middle part of my spine. The pressure steadily increases and the girl on the couch starts to whimper, pleading the man to stop. As the pain builds, I start to second guess myself- perhaps this really isn't a dream. Then the pressure is released for a split second before I feel an intense blow on my spine. My back feels like it's been snapped like a dry twig in mid-autumn. My body shudders as I wake up, sitting up quickly in bed.
Even though logic tries to soothe me, whispering what just happened was only a dream, my mind adamantly refuses to listen, shunning everything. My hands quickly dart to my back to check for any possible damage that might have incurred. I move my back in various positions before admitting to myself it really WAS only a dream.
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Ever have those times where you catch yourself slipping in your dream, and with a shudder, you wake up? That usually happens to me, but this dream was so different. It was so vivid and real. I have felt my heart knocking against the door of my chest after dreams I have had before, but this time, I felt my heart violently pounding away. Is this how some people die in their sleep? Dreams cannot outwardly kill you, but can they somehow attack you inwardly? Can your body respond so greatly to a dream that a heart attack can be induced? Interesting to think about, or maybe not. . . There's enough to worry about when we're awake. heh
Okay, I must apologize for that random bout. Let's go on to something more familiar, shall we? EYE CANDY ! ! ! I feel like a kid sharing his sweettarts with others. This next featured candy was a Hawaiian Tropic contestant. I'm not sure if she won or not, but good lo, she looks good. She also models for cars, not at import events, but rather for shoots with cars like in calendars, posters, and such. Here is the eye massagin Celeste.
 Celeste
 Celeste
Monday, October 20, 2003
Album Review
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Album Title / Artist
1) "What's a Man to Do" by Frankie J
2) "HARD" by Jagged Edge
--- Frankie J's (one of the finalist on American Idol 1 who got eliminated) album is surprisingly pretty good. I thought it would be all popped out. I didn't like all the tracks, but I give the songwritters credit for laying down some nice licks. Even if you have a crazy voice, if your songwriters can't write more than their ABC's, you can be sure to say bye to sales.
--- Jagged Edge's album was disappointing to say the least. Their songs and lyrics were anything but smooth. Maybe that is why they are called what they are. And "HARD?" What kind of image are they trying to sell to us? Oh I get it. Hard to sell. Gotcha. Don't waste your money, or if you are a kazaa user, don't waste your time or internet bandwidth downloading this album.
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Book I've Recently Read
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1) Snack Thief by Andrea Camilleri - International bestseller about a case that turns out be linked with more than was previously thought. Specific huh? I know.
2) No One to Trust by Iris Johansen - Suspense about a mercenary and a guerilla who share the same enemy and must side with each other after U.S. protection cannot guarantee safety or refuge.
3) To the Bone by Neil McMahon - A whodunnit about a death that occured to a woman who recently underwent plastic surgery and the other mysterious events that occurred involving many of the possible suspects.
4) Idlewild by Nick Sagan - Science fiction from veteran screen-writer Sagan. Portrays a future scenario with A.I. and IVR (Interactive Virtual Reality)
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Alright, now lets go into some random stuff . . . The man who holds the record for the largest arms is Manfred Hoeberl. He has an uncontested arm size of 25.5 inches. Imagine taking someone's head and placing it on someone's upper arms and there you go. Craziness. Here's a picture of him, although you have to see other shots to really grasp how large his arms are. It's kinda gross actually.
 Mr. Largest Arms in the World
Now to end this on a sweeter note, I decided to show yall one popular Japanese race queen. Not sure if she is still modeling but oh well.
 Aki Kawamura
Saturday, October 18, 2003
Headaches slowly gather across the horizon, their footsteps reverberating throughout the sweltry deserts of my brain. Their imminence becomes more of a reality as their trudging slowly crescendoes over the silence that once existed. My mind slowly accepts this fate before horribly caterwauling, surprising, if not for only a brief moment, the band of advancing headaches.
WTF Ted, what da feeeezy do you mean? Okay, good question. This is exactly what I feel like after I do too many hours worth of lsat questions. ALLLLLright, maybe it is exaggerated a little, but my head does seem like it wants to explode and my mind DOES feel like shrieking like a cat who got his whiskers and tail cut off.
Testmasters provides students with 15 books... That's right. Not 5. I did not forget that one in the tens place- 15. Good lo. And it takes more than a while to complete each book, one due each lesson. So you can imagine the tug of war between temperament and patience going on in the facilities of my mind. For those who can't imagine, i'm going to give you a taste ... let's just say something to help whet your imagination.
LSAT SAMPLE QUESTION (clear your mind, grab a pen, and take no more than two minutes to solve this baby. The answer [don't cheat and look now] is the ninth letter of the first word of the third paragraph of this journal entry. If you can't figure that out, you don't deserve to know the correct answer. hahaa)
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In the Centerville Botanical Gardens, all tulip trees are older than any maples. A majority, but not all, of the garden's sycamores are older than any of its maples. All the garden's maples are older than any of its dogwoods.
If the statements above are true, which one of the following must also be true of trees in the Centerville Botanical Gardens?
(A) Some dogwoods are as old as the youngest tulip trees.
(B) Some dogwoods are as old as the youngest sycamores.
(C) Some sycamores are not as old as the oldest dogwoods.
(D) Some tulip trees are not as old as the oldest sycamores.
(E) Some sycamores are not as old as the youngest tulip trees.
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Now if this is super easy for any of you guys out there, and you really did analyze all the parts correctly, give yourself a round of applause. For me, these types of questions just get to me after a while. Speaking of lsats, I guess I should get ready to study again. Nothing like spending a nice sunny day studying in a library. Till the next time pahtnah.
Saturday, October 11, 2003
Self-control; self-restraint; self-perseverance. You know what these have in common? Yeah, yeah yeah . . . The dash. But other than that, for me these words are all puns. Doing something the self really wants to do shouldn't involve control, restraint, or perseverance. Okay, before some of you might object by saying that is exactly what anarchy and disorder amounts to, let me spray some windex on that dirty window. I'm talking about one thing... I wanna party.
Since I've been back from Japan, I've been pretty good about not going out as much and with regulating the intake of a certain kind of liquid. And this kind of behavior is supposed to be intact until December, but man, there are days when I just feel so torn between what I should do and what impulse wants me to do.
Last night, Christina was holding a party in Santa Barbara; Chester, Stace, and Vu went to Joya in Hollywood; I wanted to either go to one of those things, or at least do something fun, but I ended up staying home and studying. . . Wasn't too bad. Wasn't that productive either, but at least I didn't give in to the self and go out. We'll see how tonight goes. I wanna check out Century Club but then again, I really should . . .
On the flip side, I did give myself a long overdue haircut. And I did give my boy Winston a haircut too. His hair was fuZZYFABulous when when I saw him last night. He wanted to cut it short or grow it out, and I asked him, "you mean longer?" Good lo, call me a gardener cuz I mowed that lawn and took them weeds out. hahaha. And I decided to show yall how it was. Note the facial expressions - Priceless. Lol.
 Unsatisfied wit da way you look???
 Let Ted chop YO weAVE!!!
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Man, a third entry this week. I think we have a winner folks! Studying LSATs all day long is like like trying to watch turtle porn, visually fatiguing and as dry as a fish taco from Rubio's. Sorry Discovery Channel, gotta flip to the next station. This might explain why I took up reading and writing more in this journal as a breather.
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3 books I recently finished:
1) Sensei by John Donohue - Mystery about someone killing great martial artists in the U.S.
2) Darkness in Him by Andrew Lyons - Novel about how a student with everything going his way suddenly unleashes a darkness in him that is supposedly dormant within us all.
3) Deja Dead by Kathy Reichs - International Bestseller about a forensic anthropologist getting deeply involved with the homicide cases turning up
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For those of you interested in your own personality analysis, go to Jung Typology Test. I found this site on Z's website and I have the same opinion as he does. While not 100% accurate, this test does hit home in many areas. For those who have not read Z's well written entries and thoughts, visit his page and see what this eloquent computer science & ENGINEERing (can't forget that part) degree holder has to say.
Back to what else is new . . . I started my Testmasters class last night and took a diagnostic test. Got my results back today and did better than I thought but I still want this test to cry out uncle when I slap it in the face. Speaking of which, better get back to my studies.
Monday, October 06, 2003
Hi again. It's me. Yah I know. I just posted yesterday . . . Two posts two days in a row? what is this world coming to? Anyway, just wanted to say that I updated my http://seeted.tripod.com site with 3 new pages from Japan, including one page dedicated to THE photabulous Lan Nguyen. For those of you interested, click under the Japan Take 2 link.
Instead of making this a long drawn out entry like the one yesterday, I'm going to end this on a sweet note. Real Sweet actually ... Yup, gonna give yall some Eye CANDY ... Any of you heard of DJ LadyTribe, who spins in LA clubs?!? One of my friends told me to look her up. Good Lo. She is gonna spin at the Century Club this week on the 11th. Man, that event is gonna be Japan where the clubbers dance facing the dj instead of dancing with other clubbers. LOL.
Without further ado, here are the sweets taken from DJ ladytribe's website, www.djladytribe.com :::
Sunday, October 05, 2003
AD yall... Nope, not anno domini, or after death, although if it had to be heaven and hell, I wouldn't consider this joint anywhere near the heavenly realms. AD is a club in LA promoted by On Productions on Saturdays, an Asian crew. Other venues include a small azz little place that even if told, nobody would know, and the Garden of Eden on Fridays. Anyway, one of my friends knew one of the promoters so we decided to try this place... that and we heard we didn't have to dress up fully, but it was still supposed to be fashionable, so we went drasual, yah know. So we get there, and the line is just riDICulous to say the least. Even though we were on the guest list AND our promoter hookup was working the front lines, we still had to wait over an hour and a half to get in, imagine that. We would have left earlier, but we were the next party waiting to get in and when you are that close to gettin in, false illusions are inserted into your mind. So that extra step made us hesitate to step.
We finally end up getting in and I was expecting this place to be burnin up cuz the wait was long ... Well, I'm not sure what happened because the people who were there were anything BUT, if you know what I mean. On the flip side, I did go with my friends and it is always about who you go with that makes things fun, but can we get a little quality control up in here? hahaha Anyway, to make the night interesting, I bumped into some random people. Saw pimpin Irvin on the prowl with his UCLA Dental classmates; saw some friends from San Diego; saw some old friends from my high school. But what made the night a trip in terms of bumping into people was that I actually bumped into the finest asian girl I have ever met in my life. Well, she WAS the finest asian girl I knew.
Thing is, when I was dancing and doin my thing, this girl from the stage approaches the edge and tries to get my attention. So I stop and go over to her and she's like "Ted." And my head starts going through the rapid process of trying to remember who this girl was, quickly followed by how I could play it off without drawing a blank stare... So I smile and warm-heartedly greet her as "girl"... but I guess my facial expression wasn't ready to be associated with bull because the girl looks at me and then asks if I even knew who she was. I decide to just be straight with her and told her no... Then she tells me her name. "GOOOOOOOD LO! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU MA?" Course I ended up commenting how she cut her hair. Yo, if one's inner thoughts were verbal, this world would just be one messed up place. hahaha..
But this girl, who i actually was mad feelin in my San Diego days was nothing like what I remembered. Some of you might actually think a different hair style (excluding bic-ing one's head) can't really make that big of a difference in appearances and this is what I thought myself too, but dayang Gina, it sure did in this case. I kid you not, when I met this girl for the first time, I was in a stupor... But that's not saying much because when I met her again, I was in another kind of stupor. hahhaha.. Well, people and things do change and I'm aware of that, but I hope she really does something different with her hair. I wonder what her good friends tell her about her looks cuz only they and your family have the right to tell you that kind of stuff. But it is seriously an injustice to her previous state of being if you ask me ... If she was my close friend, I would have to break it down mathematically for her. ::: U = hot ::: Now = not ::: ::: ::: Now + U = not hot ::: ::: ::: Now u not hot..... gotta change dat hair ma, for real. Some of you guys might think I'm being mean, but you don't know how FINE this girl was when I first met her... (stuporous nostalgic look)
Back to the clubbing, it was kind of a disappointment because this was the only night I was going to allocate for clubbing before December ( $#&*$@ LSATS ) ... But since I'm wasn't satisfied, I might have to go to another event coming up in November... Look at me planning so far ahead in advance, kinda sad actually =I .... But I think I'm going to be going to the Mayan for the Thanksgiving weekend bash held by Proofpositive. The Mayan has been consistently alright with me, so I'm pretty sure Ima hit that one up, even though I heard that Proofpositive events themselves have kinda gotten worse in the year that I've been gone... But like Ghandi trying his first nice filet mignon would say, "Don't knock it til you try it."
Anyway, if any of you out there wanna party during Turkey Day weekend, see you guys there. Let's do this thing right. haha. aight, I think I tagged enough in cyberspace today. Till the next time.
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