Lies! (About the double post thing)

So I've decided that this whole posting everyday thing is something I'd like to continue in the near future, however, due to circumstances beyond my control I was unable to post yesterday, and thus today's post will be a double post. Now one might be curious as to why I was unable to post yesterday, however I understand that not everyone is interested and so I've summed it up in about a sentence, however I would much prefer to send you to a website that should adequately explain my reasoning. Here it is: WOOT! . 'Nough said.
So! What did I learn yesterday? Remember that kind nurse that was actually surprisingly gentle with the stabbies? Well the stuff she put into me, as it turns out, makes my immune system get all up in arms and when my immune system gets all up in arms it makes me eat roughly a whole pizza, drink a gallon of water, and then sleep for several hours. Thus, the amount of homework/work I got done yesterday amounted to about the same amount of work that a grunt in HALO gets done during the first level on easy mode WITH the Grunt Birthday Party Skull on. Anyhoo...
Now for today, I learned something very important. On DDR ultramix3 for the original XBOX, if you go to the options selection on the main menu, then scroll over the the credits section, then select it, the credits start rolling. More importantly I found out that there is a "secret" song with steps that plays and that you can dance to; however, if you reverse the arrow steps (ie: press the left arrow when the right arrow appears) then you will unlock all available songs in the game. Now then, the important thing I learned was this: the song selection for DDR ultramix3 game is actually not that great. That's it for me. Get ammo, get kills. Peace.

-Ken

Double Post! (Let's not make this a habit)

So there I was, sitting in an underground bar known as the Big Bang, with half a Guinness down for the night, and then it occurred to me. A thought. A flashback. A reminiscence, if you will, of a text messege I received earlier in the day. I noted the name. A Miss S. Miss Scarlet perhaps? Time would tell a different tale. As I accessed the message's contents, it became clear to me that this was not a letter of mischievious intent. No, this letter meant business, and I was the man for the job. My first job in days... Well... More like 18 hours, but that's besides the point. What's the point you ask? Well, the point was that this Lady, this Miss S., she had a mission see? And that mission's completion depended solely upon the knowledge held within my mind. And so here I am, half a Guinness, nine dollars lighter, with dry eyes waiting for the night to end as I type away my thoughts. I know, it's funny how life throws it's own intricate little games at you, expecting you to play by its rules. Well you know what? One day I'm going to find Life, and you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to walk up to it and say, "Hello, my name is Kenneth Kim. You are a dick sometimes. Prepare to be punched in the face." I will then punch Life in the faced. Afterwards there will be a camera pan away as I walk away in an epic manner, key lanyard flowing in the wind in my wake.
And that brings me to my first item of non-discussion, I've come to discover that when it comes to Gryphball, I am a damn good ball carrier. And not in the, "Well yeah, I'd probably get picked 1st or 2nd for the Gryphball team." No, I mean the, "OMFG, I'm pretty sure a virtual portal from DOOM3 just tore its way into the HALO3 Gryphball game we were just playing and delivered unto us a demonspawn of unfathomable skill in the art of 'Get Some! Skull-Bashing,' and we are now all unimaginably screwed" sort of way.
Then there's today. Today was not the day of, "I will now deliver your immunizations through the gentle prodding of a unicorn's horn." It was the day of, "So... It's too late for a rabies shot so if you get bitten by anything you should get back to the states, otherwise it looks like you're S.O.L. Oh, and we're going to need to gently prick you 4 times and inject/draw out some sort of fluid. Oh, and the 2cc's of fluid that were just put into you? They might make you feel sick over the weekend and wil most likely slowly PWN the hell out of your arms, thanks for coming and don't forget your pills!" Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy getting sharp metal things put into me as much as the next person, and the nurse was surprisingly gentle, (unlike the nurse I had when I was younger who was either in a very bad mood or a sadist) however that does not mean that I won't QQ about the fact that my arms hurt a bit. (Google "Less QQ, more PewPew" for a definition of QQ and PewPew via urban dictionary.) [Actually, just to encourage you further, and because I doubt some of you will, I did the work for you, just follow the link: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=less%20qq%20more%20pew%20pew ]
And so there it is. The culmination of my learning experience over the past 48 hours. Now then, let's see if my next post can be within the next 24 hours. I'm out.

-Ken

PS: I started this post at like 23:55, so I'm only counting it a day late.

Burdens

I was talking with some friends of mine and I got to thinking. About what? Well, simply put, and not at all addressing the title, about burdens. We all have them. Every one of us. What I've come to find is that there are just some things in this world that only you are meant to carry. As if this weight has your name inscribed on it and you are bound to it forever via the chain of remembrance. Interestingly enough, I've decided that I take a small amount of comfort in those burdens. That broken promise, the broken heart of another, the time you should have acted differently. That smile shared between the two of you, the shoulder you offered as support, the time you did everything you could and it was actually enough. Now, while not necessarily categorized as burdens by most, I'd consider them as such. They are things you carry and they have weight to them. Be it positive or not, and though you share these thoughts with others in some cases. The memories gained, the burdens, are yours alone. Now then, let's address the question shall we? What comfort can one take in their burdens? Essentially, your burdens help to shape your being. They are the pieces to the puzzle. Now then, my insistence on calling these things burdens instead of memories is because of the weight they place on your heart. As good as they are for helping to shape you, they are also an immense weight that people tend to carry with them constantly. So, what's the point? The point that I would like to make is that there are some things out there that are better forgotten, whereas there are other things that are so profound and life changing that they are best kept close to heart lest they run away into the void.

-Ken

[EDIT: Corrected a grammatical error.]

Triple Post

So... I've been slacking lately. The whole posting once a day thing... yeah... that hasn't been happening. Doesn't mean I'm going t' quit though! So today's post is double double whammy minus one whammy! Let's get down to business shall we?

First we shall start with the first day of the week, assuming you're not using a business standard week, Sunday! So! What was the life lesson I learned on Sunday? I could spend time explaining, but I think it'd be better if I simply made a diagram. Oh look! I already have! Observe:








I feel like my point has been made. Moving on.....

Monday! What did I learn on Monday you ask? Well that's a pretty damn good question. Ultimately, I think that I learned that procrastination and distractions are much akin to an annoying sibling. You can ignore them as much as you want and generally not have to deal with them, but God forbid you get any free time, they're on you like those damned ghosts on Pac-man after you run out of those power-ups. Or like Tails on Sonic in Sonic the Hedgehog 2. I digress. Point is, I had a day to myself, and I wasted it. Consequently, I was not very happy with myself, however I did get a chance to simply relax, something I've not had a chance to do in quite some time. Any-hoo...

Tuesday! Today! Wait, what time is it? Before midnight? Check! Alright, so what have I learned today? I've learned several things really. Like what wonderful photos the site vi.sualize.us has, that I still really do enjoy the sound of a crunchy leave fading away under my footstep. That I enjoy not just the taste of rocky road ice cream, but the little bit of happiness you get from chewing on a marshmallow and crunching on almonds. That I still know how to cook a decent immune system stir fry boost. That it's always good to be in the company of friends. That I am more layered than I like t admit sometimes. That my eccentricity often gets the best of me. That today, was a thinking day. These are the things that I've picked up for the day, and I find the list to be rather acceptable. Just an ordinary day, but I still opt to make it count in some way, as should everyone imo. What about your days, how do you pass them away?

The Thing about WoW

Now, when I opted to do this whole posting on a daily basis thing, there are two things that I did not think about. 1) How much my lazy side hates having an accountability partner. 2) What exactly I'm going to post about. Posting something new that I've learned everyday is kind of ridiculous. I mean should I post something along the lines of, 'this is the important life lesson I've learned for the day,' or should it be more like, 'so today I learned that headbanging to excitedly in the driver's seat of a car can result in a sore forehead.' Well considering that I've placed no restirictions on this er... project of mine, I see no reason as to why I can't post in something in particular that I've learned that day. Although undoubtedly my critics will point that my logic gives me a sort of way out, thus I will instead say that I will post something of the 2nd level of meaning.

Now then, what did I learn today that was of any importance was that I really do enjoy playing World of Warcraft. The reason for this, which I never really truly thought about is the social aspect. I realized that the one thing I'm going to miss is not downing dungeon bosses or getting phat lootz, it'll be talking with my guildmates on ventrilo. Being able to virtually greet everyone as I log on and work with them as a team to clear out raid dungeons. Logging on and hearing their voices and being able to laugh with people. That is what I'll miss the most. That is what I've learned today.

-Ken

[EDIT]: I forgot to press the send button thus this has been published a bit after the fact.

Of Lent and Robbers

So... Here's the deal. Lent is usually an event wherein one forgoes a normal activity as a sort of remembrance. Often this said activity is in the form of an item such as a food that one forgoes, ie: chocolate. Thus during the forty days the person surrenders their item and after the forty days returns to their normal activities. Now, from my understanding, which is not omnipotent mind you, but competent in my personal opinion, the goal of giving something up for lent is so that you can graciously and generously reward yourself after the fact. I like to think that by giving something up you offer yourself the rare chance, rare in the sense that humans are creatures of habit after all, to modify your current lifestyle. Now in light of the fact that giving something up and then picking it up again is not necessarily productive in terms of changing one's pattern of behavior, my church opted to do something a bit different, namely picking up a habit instead. Forty days equals a habit essentially, so long as the thing is performed consistently. Thus I decided that I ought to participate in this ritual of sorts. So what has Ken decided to do for this wondrous event? I've opted to do a couple things, but most importantly, or most relevant rather, would be that I've decided to write at least one post a day here on this blog. What shall I be posting about you ask? Well that's a very good question and the answer to that is... I don't know. Well, not specifically at least. The overarching theme will be to think about some sort of lesson that I've learned from the day. Now, I have had an excruciating past 40 hours and consequently I am extraordinarily tired making my desire to inform the good readers of my adventures pretty much moot. I will say that I did indeed learn a valuable lesson today, several actually. So what have I learned today? Well aside from the obvious need for sleep that my body seems compelled to have, I've learned something interesting about myself. I've learned that when necessary I am willing to stand up for what I believe in, even if it means standing alone. I also realized today that the Damascus Road community is quite wonderful and subsequently I came to realize that I am not just a witness to the beauty of this community, I am actually a part of it. Thus, today I learned how to cry for something other than sorrow again. And with that I will conclude my post. Let us see what tomorrow brings in all of its glory.

-Ken

21

Not the movie, though I enjoy the fact that it's a game you can't play until you're that age in particular. I digress. So this past weekend, the 5th in particular, I turned 21 years old. Did I do power hour? Well, no. I went to Safeway with a friend and bought some Captain Morgan Rum and some Mike's Spiced Cider. The next morning I felt sick, I assume cause I had half a large pepperoni (extra pep) pizza and one of those 'new' Mike's drinks at like midnight, and promptly threw up a couple times and called it quits and went home. Enter the evening. Started out great, but as luck would have it I am not the most in tuned of drinkers and got a little carried away. By a little carried away I mean that I had a shot of tequila, a kamikazi, a pint of hard cider, and 3 glasses (glasses, not shots) of rum. All of this within a couple hours resulted in my body being unable to continue metabolizing its alcohol. Thus I ended up on the bathroom floor. Why do I write this? Well, I felt like it's a noteworthy experience. Because I puked my guts out you ask? Nay. I find this situation noteworthy because I failed in something. And not only did I stumble, I fell off a friggin cliff. I made a rather large error in judgement and was not very responsible. I did not set a good example for those around me and those that look up to me. For that I am sorry, however until after the fact I had never really thought about who all was looking up to me. I can only hope that this incident has not damaged their views of me too badly, but more importantly I've taken a rather good lesson from the entire situation. I've been reminded how important it is to be ever vigilant in regards to one's integrity and responsibility. I will do my best to not forget this again.

-Ken