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thoughts
2005 recap.
Jan 8th
2005, I will have to say, was a somewhat eventful year. Honestly, I can’t remember one news thing that happened this year, save New Orleans getting blown off the map. But 2005, all in all, was a good year. It was a year of growing. It was a year of liberation. It was a year of meaning.
In 2005, there was:
- the launching of georgechang.net
- the landing of a time-consuming but sadly missed job
- the inauguration of george’s annual restaurant list
- the farewell of michelle and the embracing of misha
- the leaving of the previously mentioned job
- the beginning of the full time training
- the move of self-liberation
- the firm stance of my life and the priorities in it
- the blessing of a great campus team
- the expansion of my vision
- the exposing of my pitiful self
- the dealings of my heart
- the joys of serving the brothers and sisters
- the ongoing concern for brother dave
- the unhindered encouragement from brother dave
- the realization that i really am in the best place
- the appreciation of the constant life and light
- the living of ordinary days under the divine dispensing
- the use of my pda on a daily basis
- the death of my camera
- the capture of hundreds of memories on digital film
- the luck of giving a sister with an amazing singing voice a ride to the campus
- the falling asleep to amazing piano playing
- the emptying of many many dollars worth of starbucks gift cards
- the spending of perhaps even more dollars on whimsical cravings with my team
- the surprise of the numbers getting smaller on the scale
- the end of an 11 year long problem
- the creating of more problems
- the labor of love, the work of faith, and the endurance of hope that will have eternal value
rose bowl.
Jan 5th
george’s projected number of times usc people will cry about vince young’s knee being down during that one pitch play for a td, costing usc the national championship: 4,483,209
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dear usc people,
please prove my projection wrong. if vince had been down, it would have been 1st and goal and he would have ran it in anyways on the next play, because your defense just can’t contain him. thank you.
george
for in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
Jul 16th
I’ve been having a lot of weird dreams lately.
For someone who get tons of dejavu, dreams actually mean something to me. That thought alone kinda freaks me out, just because of the weirdness (and repetitiveness) of some of these dreams. If you really want more details, you can ask me yourself. I’m too lazy to type it all out here for the world to see. Besides, it could be about YOU (yes, one of the 4 people that reads this) and that would just be plain embarrassing.
More later, writer’s block just set in. And I just noticed that I have a dead (happy now?) pixel on my laptop. =(
next stop, nursing home.
Jul 14th
I’m old.
Remember when you were little and you were like, “When am I EVER going to turn 10? I’m only EIGHT! It’s going to be FOREVER!” I wish I could have that feeling again.
Time flies as you get older. I felt like I just turned 21. Granted, it was uneventful, like every other birthday, but it didn’t seem like that long ago. At this rate, I’m going to be receiving stuff from the AARP before I know it.
This was the first year she forgot my birthday. It’s a little heartbreaking, but I’ll get over it. Having one of your best friends out of your life for an extended amount of time kinda sucks.
Regardless, I had a blast this year. Thank YOU, for making it more than just any other day of the year. =)
writer’s block.
Jul 10th
I have severe writer’s block.
How severe is it, you may ask. Well, it’s severe enough to the point where I haven’t written anything worthwhile (or with proper grammar) since like 11th grade. Even writing creatively, which I used to be able to do on the fly, is an ordeal that begins strong but fizzes out not even 30 minutes in.
This current work, which I have managed to bang out more than a few pages of, is definitely not one of my better works. The characters are undeveloped. The plot seems like it’s going nowhere. And I think the constant inundation of movies on my brain has made it seem more like a movie script rather than a story/novel. I’d like Kate Beckinsale to play the role of Rebecca, please.
I think I just need a muse.