Day 3 of my juice fast. A juice fast you ask?

Yes sir.

Basically you don't eat anything and only drink special juice, tea or water. It's supposed to do a complete detox of your body by flushing out all the baddy crappy toxins from your body. Sounds like fun, huh?

Yeah...well you do this for ten days. Sounds like even more fun, huh? (Actually some detox programs are for shorter, but most of them last a week to ten days. Although some people do it for longer).

I first got interested in detox programs because a friend at church (Elly) was doing it. That just got me interested. Then I asked my supervisor at work who's done a detox program for AN ENTIRE MONTH. I don't know how she did it...but she did. Then, my cousin (who happens to own a health food store) convinced my nephew and I to do a detox program. Actually my nephew and I started together this week--I started on Tuesday, and he started on Wednesday.

So yesterday my nephew and I were talking last night. It was Day 1 for him, and Day 2 for me. He asked if it got easier.

I lied. I told him that it got easier.

"Really?" he asked.

"Nope. I'm just trying to give you hope," I answered truthfully.

Hahaha.

Well it is pretty hard to resist the temptation of food. I was surprised, because I'm pretty stubborn and I thought this fast would be no sweat. Blah. I admit--it's harder than I first thought.

Of course, I have so called "friends" (like Ben and Steve) who tried to drag me out to lunch full knowing that I'm not supposed to eat. Argh! On Day 1, Ben even brought his take-out lunch and ate it in front of me! My dad thought it was pretty funny and wants Ben to come with more food. Even Clara "claimed" that she forgot that she wasn't supposed to talk about food around me.

Yesterday, I went outside to wash my car to get away from the smell of dinner cooking in the kitchen. What does my mom do? She starts to cook outside. Ahhhh!!! It's all just driving me insane! My parents? I'll have my revenge because they plan on starting their own detox program next week.

*rubs hands gleefully*

But for my friends and any of you other wise cracks that are thinking of some plan to tempt me with food, I just have three words to say to you all:

EVIL EVIL EVIL!!!

Hahaha.

Ok. Don't mind me...I'm just hungry.

Two things to remember in order to take good photos:

1. Timing is everything.

    

2. Use good film.

Whereas everyone else gets into shape for summer in order to hit the beaches, I try to get into shape in order to hit the mountains and ski. Note the emphasis on the word "try".

Yet every year I go up to ski, I am completely domainated by the mountain. No matter how many crunches, lunges, presses or runs I do, I always come back from the mountain whimpering like a scared little school boy.

And this year was no different from the rest.

Headed up to Whistler this weekend with my church group. Had loads of fun skiing with buddies and talking until the wee hours of the morning. Weather wasn't cooperating entirely but couldn't complain too much--it wasn't that crowded, and the snow was decent considering there was no new snow in the past 48 hours. If it wasn't for Mike's brilliant plan to hit the sauna après ski, I'd probably be even more sore right now. Good thinking bro!

Me thinks now is a good time for a nap.

Zzzzz...

Server changes and blah, blah, blah in the next couple days. Expect my site to be down starting February 16th, for about 3-5 days. Any e-mail sent to my account at mail@davidchun.com may bounce back.

Catch y'all when I get everything running on the new server!

*wave*

Ah yes, Valentine's Day...

Every year this day just comes and goes, and I really don't give it much thought. But, if Valentine's Day is when couples buy nice things for each other (ahem...more like the male has to buy something nice for the female), then why can't single people use Valentine's Day to buy nice things for themselves? Heh. I know several people who do exactly this...

Well I would do that as well, but I just realized I'm fairly penniless again. Besides paying off my Visa bill, my pay check will now have to pay for a speeding ticket that I acquired last weekend, on my trip down to Seattle. (I was in Seattle to attend a dinner party with several pre-law students and lesbians. Yeah, long story. Don't ask. Everyone was sweet and it was good to get out of the house and meet some people. Shout outs to everyone!)

So yeah, I was pulled over in Snohomish County by the State Trooper. I was doing 77 in a 60 zone. (That's umm...124 kph in a 97 kph zone). How weak is that!?!? Jeesh. Well, it's my first ever traffic ticket in the US. You'd think I'd get more, considering how often I drive down there...

Sigh.

Oh right, I was talking about Valentine's Day. So yeah...I'll probably sit at home and do some work, listen to music, watch some TV and go to bed early. Yay.

Ah yes, Valentine's Day...

Watched "Legally Blonde" last night. My favourite quote: "Law school is for people who are boring, ugly and serious."

Sounds perfect for me.

It's up there with my favourite quotes: "Law school is for those who like torture." and "DON'T GO TO LAW SCHOOL! Do something that will help make the world a better place, like selling cellular phone service or making pornographic videos."

I'll keep it in mind.

Got my pre-diploma from my university today. (A pre-diploma...because I still have to attend the stupid graduation ceremony if I want to receive the "real" one). But yeah, I just finished ripping the envelope open.

It's got my name and my degree. In big black letters. Bachelor of Arts...magna cum crapus: "We are pleased to advise you that the Senate of Simon Fraser University has approved the recommendation of the Faculty that you be awarded the degree of Bachelor of Arts."

Yay.

They printed it on thick cardstock, which they will no doubt bill me later for (the money grubbing monkeys that they are). Heck! It's even written in that nice upscale/posh looking font.

And now it's all crumpled and lying in my trash bin.

So...having "officially" graduated, I feel like I can finally answer that age old question--what did four years of post-secondary education at Simon Fraser University teach me?

Well ten things come to mind...

10. Our library sucks. Never a darn book I need in that stupid library. Go to UBC's library instead.
9. TA's (teaching assistants) can be nice. But usually they're the devil incarnate. Don't trust them further than you can throw them.
8. Don't get caught cheating. If you cheat, at least learn how to cheat smart! *Shakes head* Dumb econ students...
7. Wear knee pads. Why? Oh come on...with all that mark grubbing you'll be doing on your knees? Your knees will thank you for it.
6. Sometimes less is more.
5. Alcohol and assignments don't mix. Especially if the said assignment is due within the next 24 hours.
4. Sometimes more is more. Especially, when we're talking about bribes here.
3. Under pressure, it is physically possible to write 28 pages within 24 hours and still get an "A". So never say "impossible". Given enough stress and coffee, ANYTHING is possible...including failing so badly that they need dental records to ID your charred remains.
2. Some profs write exam questions while drunk or intoxicated on "other" substances. Prepare accordingly.
1. The school Senate is probably going to revoke my degree.

I was watching the Fast and the Furious, a couple of weeks ago. Yeah. I admit it. I watched it.

*shrug*

What can I say? I'm an Asian guy. Something about west coast Asian guys and modified cars. We go together like sushi and wasabi. Errr....or something like that.

Anyhoo, as I was watching the movie, I realized there are lots of cars out there that I'd like to drive...but I think I'd really like to own an Oscar Mayer Wienermobile.

Sure...everyone else says they'd like to own a MB, BMW, Audi, Acura, Ferrari, etc. But that's just too boring. I just dig being the different guy on the block. I'd like pull up in my super-fly-dope Wienermobile. Besides...you oh so know that the "hott chicks (TM)" dig the car.

And you know what? I'd modify it too. A kickin' stereo system, a Veilside bodykit, a huge spoiler on the back, Eibach sports springs with a two inch drop, 18" alloy rims with Pirelli rubber, an Eaton supercharger, and a loud Greddy exhaust. Perhaps I would add a NOS system too. And I would put huge stickers on it. Instead of "got NOS?" stickers, I'd plaster it with "got CONDIMENTS?" stickers.

Silly? Stop laughing. Why? Well...just imagine how ego-deflating it would be to pull up to a stop light, only to be outdragged by a Wienermobile! Yeah...and you know all those nasty drivers that cut people off? Well I would punish them by cutting them off too. Can you imagine how annoying it would be to get cut off by a Wienermobile? Hahaha. Someday...when I have enough money. I'll get one.

*rubs hands in glee*

Yeah. I know. I'm an odd duck.

It's 2AM. I was lying in bed trying to get myself to sleep. My eyes are tired, but my mind is still going like a train.

I think I'm about to commit another major blogger cliché.

Oh dear...

So yeah. I decided to get out my bed and try to occupy my mind.

I'm sitting here in the dark writing e-mails and listening to music. Actually I just have one track playing over and over...

And now I'm going to commit blogger cliché #151 and quote the song lyrics.

Oh well...at least I'm linking to an MP3 of the song so you can sing/read along. Here you go. (Not good enough quality? Don't like mono? Well then get yourself to a CD store and buy the album.)

Suburbia by Matthew Good Band

you will come back within yourself
you can be art when we melt
and i will know what you were for
i say we're leaving
there ain't nothing here at all
another day, a week, the mall
and baby if I was in demand
you would be mine
you would be mine

you're missing...

Hmm. I should really stop listening to melancholic music and get some rest...