War

On December 18th, at one in the morning, I had a Nerf War with friends in the Biola Library. It was amazing.

Dodgeball King

I have a whole new found respect for President Bush. That fool is crazy. He dodged two shoes with a slight smirk on his face. Crazy white presidents. dang.

Killing Clouds

The name of my next mainstream indie album.

The Tempest

There is a hurricane of change happening within me.

The Ideal Study Environment

These are three circumstances in which I study. The first is my ideal study session. The second is not so ideal but decently fun. And the last just makes me straight up angry and annoyed.

1) The best circumstances for me to study is when I study with one other person. That person has to be right next to me and he/she cannot say ANYTHING at all. Not to me or to anybody. He/She should have her phone off and be intently studying. I repeat studying. Not facebooking or checking her e-mail or reading blogs. He/she should be studying intensely and not say anything until I say something to her. But don't worry, I don't say anything unless it's "I'm done. Peace out." or "I'm effing tired. I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving."

2) This kind of sucks and is ineffective. When I study I alone in front of a computer, I am tempted to watch Youtube all day or play games or chat with people or watch a movie. It's really hard to concentrate on my work. For instance, instead of studying, I would be writing on my blog about the ideal study session I would like. sigh. i should be studying now Anywho, When I study alone, for every 8 hours I sit down, I study for roughly an hour, give or take. Kind of unproductive.

3) The worst case scenario for me when I study, is when I'm with a bunch of people, who either don't freaking study, or are able to freaking study and talk at the same time. I would be trying to study and I hear light giggles or great guffaws. Right when I hear a hint of happiness in the same room that I'm studying in, I get furious and annoyed. I just want to leave everybody, call up another friend who follows all the criteria for Study Environment #1 and study with them. However I can't, because apparently it's bad manners to leave your friends when they come to your school to study. I don't know who made up this bs rule but I sersly want kick that person in the mouth so he wouldn't say anything stupid again.

Basically, I love studying with BIOLA folk, and I hate studying with CPC folk. I'm not gonna hide it with false apologies or nothing.

Lastly, I don't like studying by myself much either, but I can't blame anybody for that so...it sucks. Now, I have to go back to studying. Jeez, I just wasted a good 20 minutes on this post. I'm gonna go write my paper now. Sigh.

Twilight: (Yes, The Vampire Movie)

I found out that I have to watch Twilight now.

They have one of my top three favorite songs in their soundtrack.
That is more than enough to watch a movie.
Besides, deep inside, the little girl in me always wanted to watch that movie. haha.
Anywho, I was so dismayed and shocked when I heard that Super Massive Black Hole by the Muse was on the soundtrack of Twilight. sigh. This is a dark day.

Praise on Monday Morning

Have you heard the song Trading My Sorrows. Anywho, the guy who wrote it came to Biola and lead praise. yeah. It was kind of awesome.

My Attempt to Destroy the Cinderella in Me

I need to destroy this monster inside.

If I Were An Animal...

I would hate to be a male cat or a female dog.

Mario Kart Love Song - blinktwice4y

Sasha Fierce is Fierce. And Whoever Hires for Human Resources is my kind of Guy..

This music video is awesome possum. Totally makes you think.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVTyLqkez6A

I love Human Resources.

Secret Sunshines and Big Bangs

I just watched a great movie called Milyang (translated Secret Sunshine). It was really really good. Highly recommended. I also got a gift from my GrandPapi. The latest Big Bang CD. That's right. Big Bang. I'll show it to you Simon.

Thanksgiving was completely satisfactory.

I completely missed Black Friday.

I'm at home.

Random Rantings of Ricardo

I'm gonna just type. I have a test in like 47 minutes and I'm fairly confident and such. I've been checking my e-mails excessively and it hurts my brain because I'm doing mindless repetitive work without any results. I kind of love the Hairspray soundtrack but as of this moment, I think I'm starting to get over my obsession of it. Typing out that I loved it actually helped me get over it. Maybe I should type down more of my problems. I'm trying to get into RUN-DMC and Biggie. From what I've seen so far, Biggie is kind of genius and fat. But still, I guess gangster black people will be gangster black people. I don't like some of his song titles. Titles like "F---Me", and "F---You Tonight", and "Big Booty Hoes", and such and such. However, RUN-DMC is good. It's like "Angry-Black-People-with-a-Cause" rap. Biggie is more "I'm-Gangster-But-Fat-But-I'm-Still-Gangster-And-Gangster-Life-is-Hard-Life-N----" rap. I really liked the lack of F--- in RUN-DMC songs. I think I heard Average 1 per song but I still have to listen to them some more. I have brown paint stain on my butt so it can very easily be mistaken as doodoo but whatever. I have Ariel on my phone. I wore my purple chucks once or maybe twice. Johann Tauler is a Rhinish Mystic. This is for my test that I have in 32 minutes. Well, I'll end this all with a rhyme for ya'll.

I'd like to express my gratitude for reading all my rantings
But in the time you read this, I'm sure you could have plant things
If you really read all this, you probably have less things to do than I
It's quite ok I'm happy to have given you something to read with your eye.

Latest Musical Interests

I'm completely obsessed with the Hairspray SoundTrack.

Top 3 Favorites:
1. New Girl in Town
2. You Can't Stop the Beat
3. Run and Tell That

Today, I Got an E-mail from Richard Chung

It was weird.

Homosexuals Who Voted Yes on Proposition 8

I wonder if any exist...

Andy Warhol and Proposition 8

The wise words of a renowned artist: Andy Warhol.
i think everybody should like everybody too.

However, you don't have to like what they are. You should like WHO they are, but you don't have to like WHAT they do or even WHAT they stand for.
That said, I love everybody in the homosexual community even though I don't approve of their homosexuality. I love them. I don't love their homosexuality. Therefore, I don't think that saying yes to Prop 8 is a homophobic maneuver. A man or woman is not defined by their sexual orientation. If you hate a person's homosexuality, you are not necessarily hating the person him/herself. I'm not saying all people who say Yes to Prop 8 are loving people. I'm pretty sure a good number of them are homophobic bigots but still. I believe that it is possible to say Yes to Prop 8 in a loving manner. Don't hate on me all you homosexuals. Don't be gay like that. aha. Double Entendre.

Visit to the University of California in Los Angeles

This is a list of the most notable things.

I ate Pink's Hot Dog. World famous apparently. Will Ferrell ate there.

We went to see a massive Mormonese church with a statue of a guy on top pointing towards Utah.

But we were stopped because there was a massive "No on Prop 8" protest ON the street of the church.

I saw Mimo's massive wall of faces. Personally, I wouldn't want to wake up with everybody I know staring at me. Kinda creepy meepy.

I ate KimChi, Galbi Burrido. That's right. Kimchi Galbi Burrido. Not a typo.

I ate Diddy Riese's. Bunch of whiteys were making fun of us because we were taking a picture of our cookie. I was gonna bust out my "I'll keel you crackah!" face but they were like UCLA baseball players. Athletes. I know my limits so I cooled off. haha. ye. If I did bust it out with them, I might not be writing this right now.

I saw the UCLA campus which was beautiful.

I like LA.

Dood. I just realized that the Angels are now, Los Angeles Angeles in Anaheim. haha.

ObamaNation

haha.

I DO care about politiks.

The Google Machine

If you type "ricardo chungo" on the google search machine, I'm on top. Yeyuh. haha.

She's a Fake

Yup. This is all CG.

October 18th, 2008. 6:58 PM.

ok. I'm back. I got caught on the way. But this is probably my last post for the day. Peace.

I have to stop being a *****.

October 18th, 2008. 5:57 PM.

Doooooooood. I don't want to go up. I went up cuz I was done with studying and holy crap. They were still studying. I thought I studied a lot. Hrm...maybe I should just runaway to my room or go play pool...maybe...Ye. If I go up and ask one of them to play, I'm sure the others'll make me stay or look at me like I'm scum, so if I sneak out and...go play pool by myself, I'm sure that'd me better than me being here by myself. Yeah. Ok. I'm gonna go play pool right now. Peace. It's only 5:59 PM. Two minutes. yeyuh.

October 18th, 2008. 3:45 PM.

Right now, I'm supposed to be studying. A bunch of folk from church came to BIOLA to study but I told my friendo that I had to study alone so I ran away to the lowest level and found a secluded area. After about an hour or two of studying, I'm right here at the library computer lab and checking e-mail and blogging and stuff. I kind of don't want to go to my friendos cuz they know I'm emo. I just want some time alone but ye. Anywho, I guess I'm feeling pretty emo cuz some thangs that happened but still, I'm happy I got a lot of studying done. I have to go work on Greek soon but ye. I hope I get A's. I also decided that I have to pray more so I'm gonna come up with an intense praying program for myself. I'm gonna be a pastor soon so I have to practice such things. sigh. It's gonna suck. Anywho, I better get going or I'm not gonna feel like studying again for like ever. Actually, I'll just check some more things online and then go. hehehe.

This is a note I made instead of studying. I wrote the note on my blog, but I decided not to make it an entire entry. haha. If that doesn't make sense, then you're ok.

Yesterday, October 17th, I was writing a song and it was coming along great, until my roommates came in. Never in my life did I want my roommates to leave like I did yesterday night. I REALLY needed alone time to write my song but they ruined it. So I couldn't write my song. So I got in my bed, prayed to God that he would allow joy to come in the morning (The feeling joy, not Joy You) and let my anger go. Today, I woke up to the worst dream in the world and I felt uncomfortable in my bed. Sigh.

Shoot, I don't want to study so this might be a super long post.

I feel more distant from BIOLA people cuz the one girl I chill with the most brokelost her phone and we have to chance upon each other in order to chill. It sucks. And other people were never too close to me to begin with. I'm trying to chill less with girls cuz I don't want to be known as "the weird guy that only chills with girls" although it might already be too late. I sersly think I only chill with girls and Ju and BIOLA. And I've been chilling less and less with Ju too. sigh.

Yeah. This is gonna be a mad long post.

I just saw that someone I stopped talking to for a long time won five thousand dollars so I was about to facebook comment him and eat lunch with him but I thought it'd be WAY too obvious so I guess I won't. I have my image and self-respect to worry about. haha.

If you've read this far down, you are either a) a true fan of my blog, b) a true fan of me, c) a true friend of mine, d) a secret admirer, e) a person who's not sure if I'm crazy or joking in half the stuff I say, or f) retardedly bored.

I want to go to noraebang. But only under certain conditions. I'm not gonna list them cuz I'd be a jerk if I did. But one of the conditions is that Yuggs definately has to go. Crap I spelt definitely wrong.


I'm SOOOOOO infatuated with this person right now.

MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA. I have a secret.

Dang. I'm running out of things to post. I think I'm just gonna go back to studying. I just checked everything I had to check so I'm pretty much done. I guess I'll go back to studying soon.

I started this post at 3:45 PM like the title says and right now it's 4:08. Dang, I spent more than twenty minutes one the post.

If you are reading this, idolism is not good. Go read the bible more.

If you're STILL reading this, go outside. As for me, who spends the time writing this, it's too late. Just save yourself.

Don't do drugs.

If you're reading this while on drugs, comment me on how it feels like to read while on drugs. I'm kinda curious.

But stop doing drugs after you comment me.

I'm not on drugs.

STOP READING.

If you're still reading after I told you to stop reading, forget you. There's no helping you.

Dang, 4:12. I should really go study.

3 more minutes and I'll have been posting for 30 minutes.

F. This post is long.

I like Choi Kang Hee.

Look at my poetry blog. It's a blog of all my poetry. All the ones I'm proud of at least. It has two entries so far. I don't know how you'll find it but if you love me enough, you'll find it.

This is my last line.

No it's not.

Dang, I'm this far already, how am I gonna stop it. hrm...

Oh I know!

+3

Three more entries in my secret blog. Maybe I'll publish it into a book one day since people love secrets so much.

Disturbia Complex

Disturbia Complex is a term I thought up which refers to some actions that a lot of people tend to do. I've seen this complex mostly in guys and in some girls. This is an explanation of what Disturbia Complex is.

Disturbia Complex is when people try to disturb or make uncomfortable as many people around them as possible, be it people they are close with or just random strangers. People try to disturb people around them for various reasons, some being that it gives them a sense of uniqueness, unrelatability, or for image purposes (it just makes them look weird and creepy).

Personally, I found myself with the Disturbia Complex a lot of the times. (I don't even know if I'm using the word "complex" correctly in a sentence.) I did this in order to feel isolated because I thought that being alone was cool. This ties in with my image goal. My goal, image-wise, was to be the quiet, creepy guy that in completely unrelatable. aha. It failed because I'm generally Christian and fairly happy. haha.

For the most part, I think Emo people have heavy Disturbia Complex and such because they "cut" themselves. I don't know if they care what others think but still.

Anywho, you might be wondering, "Dang, I'm glad I never had the Disturbia Complex." I'd like to beg to differ.

If you've ever done any of the following, you have had anything between light case Disturbia Complex to full blown Disturbia Complex.

• Laughed in a scary movie when it wasn't funny
  
• Laughed in a violent movie when it wasn't funny
  
• Enlightened people on easy ways to die
• Told people that a really violently crazy movie is a decent movie when it wasn't
  
• Recommended really violently crazy movie to other people when it shouldn't be recommended
  
• Talked about death and about wanting to die even though you don't want to
  
• Talked about hating family to people even though you love your family very much
  
• Shared knowledge of scary things, such as guns, the inner workings of a gang, or the inner workings of the child sex slave trade market when you don't have any idea what goes on in either of those institutions
  
• Talked about knowing how to kill people easily
• Acted racist when you weren't
  
• Acted like a supporter of the Ku Klux Klan when you weren't
  
• Pantomimed getting high off of heroin as if you knew how to when you don't
  
• Laughed a crazy laugh out of character of yourself
• Acted like you didn't care that people died even though you do
  

I'm sure there's more but that's all I could think of now.

Ok now notice in the bullet points that most of them are just you acting like that. If you REALLY are one of those things, then you are beyond Disturbia Complex. You've reached Disturbia and you need help. aha.

Another aspect of the Disturbia Complex is a feeling of pride in each disturbing thing you do. And in turn, when you yourself get disturbed, you are shocked and say, "wait, was I just disturbed?"

Anywho, this wasn't a post to freak people out, but just to enlighten them on what the Disturbia Complex is.

People Who are Part of My Song

The verse starting with "Soar above all..." was a poem I wrote under specific unmentionable circumstances and I just really liked it a lot so I included it in my poem.

ShinaeChung:
(verse starts with "Let us be happy...")
This little girl posted a couplet on her AIM profile, "Let us be happy and free" and I thought that was beautiful. So I used part of it in my song.

YounjooLee:
(verse starts with "Thank you for listening...")
Said online during an especially stressing week.

SarahCho:
(verse starts with "can you pray for me...")
This was the most random thing ever, and it completely made my day.

SimonChung:
(verse starts with "I'm so glad right now...")
This was said to me after we messed up a bunch of little kkangpae wannabes. They pulled a knife on us and Simon said, "..." and tornado kicked the monkey's face. It was a sight to behold. Oh and this story is kinda exaggerated.

RichardChung:
(Chorus starting with "I'm quite content right now...")
I was just happy to have good friends like these.

Derek Redmond

Finish the Race.

Intro to My New Song

I came back from classes after a strangely stressful week and after listening to some soothing music, I just picked up my guitar and started writing a song. haha. Das rah. I'm a musician, some of you guys forgot, didn't you. haha. I'm not much of a musician but a musician nonetheless. Anywho, I just added chords to my poem then I thought of somebody and what she said, then I added that into my song, then I started adding all these things some close friends said to me over my life and I added all these things into a song. So this song of mine has four friends in it and if you want, you can try to guess which one you are. of course I'm talking to those four specific people but if you really super want to, then you can imagine that you are one of the four I'm talking about.

It's entitle "Friends." haha. wow. shocking. whatever.

Friends

soar above all
worry not about falling
fly and be free
pay no attention to those calling

let us be happy
let me love who i will
age doesn't matter
i promise it's not just a cheap thrill

thank you for listening
i'm glad that we are friends
i feel like i always talk
no need to make amends

can you pray for me
i can't really specify
thank you for praying
and thanks for not asking why

i'm so glad right now
to have a friend like you
who won't go off doing stupid things
but will always stay true

Chorus:
i'm quite content right now
i don't need much anything else

Fascination

I found myself fascinated by the idea of an unopenable door. I don't know what is so fascinating but ever since I read about an unopenable door in Monster, I couldn't get the concept out of my brain.

I think it's cuz there's a certain mystery to a close door in general. And make that a locked close door and it is even more enigmatic. Make that a locked close door with out a known key in existence and it is just off the charts.

Absolutely fascinating...

Richard's Secret Blog

I was in an emotional/mental/spiritual/physical slump and in my time of desperation, I decided to open another blog. This blog holds all my deepest, darkest thoughts and secrets.

The link is RicardoChungosSecretBlog.doc or something. haha. Someday, I'll post some of the more lighter ones that are acceptable on this public site of mine. But for the mean time, it's my very own, personal secret.

Richardian Favorites: Songs

Currently, my three favorites songs are:

FM Business - Seo Taiji
The only song with explicit content. This song is a protest against the music business. The FM Business stands for F--- the Music Business. I love the intro and beautiful guitar riffs.

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
Sung entirely in falsetto, the Muse pull this off beautifully. The guitar is amazing, the bass is amazing, the drum is divine.

My Bed - Pia
I just love the vocals of Yohan so much. He has such a rough and powerful voice. They have an effects guy who makes everything sound beautiful.

Phobia

I don't want to be hated.

Even more so, I don't want to be pitied.

Epiphany

I tried to pick up an attitude of expecting the worst case scenarios so that I might get disappointed less and less. However I realized that no matter what happens, it would be the best case scenario because God willed whatever happened to happen. No matter what happens, it is all in God's sovereign plan. So no matter how bad the scenario is, it is the best case scenario that could possibly happen.

I'm kinda happy but I'm also kinda sad.

An Absolute Truth

All You Need is Love.

Don't worry, this isn't a statement of heresy claiming that I don't need the beautiful grace of God. Everything fits snuggly in this statement. If you want to have a theo-philosophical debate with me on this statement, I'll prolly get pwned but I'm willing to fight for my belief.

Rwanda, Rwanda

I didn't want to do nothing so this is all I'll do. I'm a coward. sigh.

Million Voices- Wyclef Jean from http://daxwilliams.vox.com/


This post is where the music is coming from. If you don't have speakers, then shucks.

Respect

"...it is not within my power to think of God without existence..." - Rene Descartes

This coming from the guy who said, "I think, therefore I am."

Yay. God exists. Descartes says so.

A Question

What was happening ten seconds before God created time?

Looking Back At Xanga

Dang. I went back to my xanga and I'm crazy. You should check it out. Xanga.com/ricardochungo. I have more than five posts.

Crazy

You know you're crazy when you suggest doing something in all earnestness and sincerity (you really think it's a good idea), and people earnestly and sincerely think you're joking.

Laugh Out Loud

Philosophy

I think philosophy is where people with their unimaginably big brain go and throw it down the endless pit of thinking about unthinkable things. So all this brain power that the world can use to fight diseases and world hunger is wasted on thinking about the meaning of life and other useless things. For a bunch of smart guys, they're pretty stupid.

Stencilibification

I love Choi Kang Hee and Stencilibificating.

I love stencilibificating because

1. it makes good pictures prettier.
2. it makes ugly pictures less ugly. AND
3. it is in black and white. I like the color white and the absence of color black. These two colors just simplify everything about the picture and I feel like sometimes, simplicity is much more beautiful.
   

Sometimes, I wish I can turn my life or someone elses life into a stencilibification so that things wouldn't be so complicated. But of course, that's just wishful thinking. God did not create the world that way. God loves drama foyo mama.

Ezekiel's Circle of Bloggers

I'm part of what I'd like to call Ezekiel's Circle of Bloggers. Basically, it's the blog of a friend of mine and three other people on his blog. At the bottom, it says "friends" and there are three links to three blogs of three people. I'll explain what the blogs are and for some reason, I don't know why, but I treasure this strange blog relationship. I think it's cuz I'm a blog dork.

Sarah Cho's Blog.
sarahchoco.blogspot.com
Let's see. I don't know if they want me sharing they're blogs and whatnot but if they made a blog, I'm guessing they kinda ninda expected other people to read it so. Whatever. Anywho, she mostly blogs about life and beliefs. It's interesting because I think she's the normalest out of us all. And she's the only girl among us. Man, I didn't chill with her for a long time.

DaKimi's Blog.
sunjinkim.blogspot.com
This fool never updates his blog. Definitely the most boringest of us all in terms of blogging. aha. He posts every once in a while but honestly, I don't think he remembers blogging too often. I chill with this guy the most but in terms of his blog, like I said, it gets uber boring.

Yoojin Song's Blog.
yoojinesong.blogspot.com
All his posts are very artistically inclined and at times mysterious. He allows no room for commenting and doesn't want people's talking to him and such. I really like this man's blog. And this list of bloggers is all from his blog so ye. I like this man a lot.

Richard Chung's Blog.
ricardochungo.blogspot.com
This blog is by far, the best thing that happened to mankind. I'm allowing the world a little door into my mind with all its infinite imagination and creativity. Perhaps the day will come when the world won't need my brain but as of now, I must keep blogging for the sake of you all. XOXO. hugs and kisses. hugs and kisses.

soar above all
worry not about falling
fly and be free
pay no attention to those calling

-a poem by Ricardo Chungo

The Richardian View on Surprises

I love surprises. Not the retarded scary surprises like halloween and whatnot, but the pleasant surprises like birthdays and gifts and visits.

I love surprises because surprises take a person's day, and makes it an infinite times better.

It's like you walking down a street, and getting punched in the face, except the opposite feeling of getting punched in the face.

Crying Out Love in the Center of the World

Beautiful Title.

Transition

I used to be angry all the time. And then I grew up.

God

I read an interesting sign in my dorm room. It went something like this.

"When you don't know which way to turn, you can turn to God."

Then I thought about it. and I slept on it. and I contemplated on it. and I decided to add some things to it.

"When you don't know which way to turn, you can turn to God. And if you do know which way to turn, then you're turning towards God."

I know. Mad Genius.

Evolution

I'm evolving into a Social Butterfly. I'm slowly emerging from my Cocoon of Shydom.

Rocks, Papers, and Scissors

I won a spot in my English class by defeating someone in Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Julie Running

There She Goes.
This Picture Makes Me Laugh So Much.
Every Time I Look at It.

The Adventures of RicaChu, Joy, and DaKimi

DaKimi, Joy, and I embarked on a journey to the fabled city of Angels in order to complete some herculean tasks and explore the mysterious city. This is the tale of our adventure.

Everything we did, I recorded in a little blue booklet I got as a gift from my sister #2.

Possible Places to Visit: Abbot Kinney (a road next to Joe Chong's Blur Studio, the most awesomest workplace ever), Rodeo Galleria (Galleria with a REALLY pretty advertisement girl and the place where I picked up my contacts), Little Tokyo (Really really fun place to chill), East Los Angeles College (college where Joy's professor jacked up her grades. So Joy had to go fix it by turning in some paperwork)

Places We Visited: All except Abbot Kinney

Now these next few things are what was actually written in my notebook in case we died or disappeared and wanted to keep a record for people to know what happened to us during our adventurous journey.

Page 1: We turned in Joy's paperwork. Took us 5 seconds. Had to go around entire campus though.

Page 2: At Lil Tokyo, we struggled through eating cream puffs. Almost suffocated by the powdered sugar.

Page 3: At PopKiller in Lil Tokyo, threw away money on gifts.

Page 3.5: looked at this Japanese action figure store

Page 4: Waited idly for 20 minutes to get buy one get one free fro-yo at Cefiore.

Page 4.5: Bought Octopus dimsum and Fro-Yo waffle!

Page 5: Bought refreshments at Japanese SuperMarket.

Page 6: Came to Optometry place and waited forever. Bought glasses, picked up contacts.


Then I drew a picture of each of us: RicaChu, Joy, and DaKimi and made everybody sign they're own picture.



Then I made everyone write an account of what we did that day.

RicaChu's Account:
Today was a fun and packed day full of occasional boring moments and laughs. We splurged on food and all bought random gifts we never even planned to buy. I enjoyed today.
-RicaChu

DaKimi's Account:
Today was lots of eating, walking, and eating. Thanks to "cool" Richard, we ate and ate and ate with no restraint. Lil Tokyo was ok. We need to get some real J-food though! Let's go Gaja!
-DaKimi

Joy's Account:
Dear Journal,
Today was a koolio and interesting day where we went to Tokyo Town. The food was good because I never tried it. I am dead tired from walking....Oh...and LA traffic is insane! If it is avoidable, I will avoid it! Many times where I was shocked to death of car crash.
-Joy

Then I listed the things and foods bought.

Things Bought:

• Shirt for Shinae
• Massive Bugeye glasses
• Shirt for Jacob
• Pig for SunEun
• Wild assortment of foods

Foods Bought:

• Beard Papa: Cream Puffs 6 pc. reg.
• Ginger Ale 1 Can
• Fro-Yo Buy one Get one free
• 3 pc. Nikuman (flavors: Niku, Taco, Curry)
• 4 pc. Yakitori
• Mango pudding drink
• Leech Laurine
• Mango Calpico
• Milk Tea

AUG 26, 2008 end

Flight of the Richard

This is an account of my attempts to defy the laws of nature and fly. I thought that since it was me, I could do it. I was wrong.

My Rebellious Launch Pad

God's Punishment for Trying to Defy His Rules

It was a humbling experience.

About My Self

These are aspects of my life that I would like to share with my faithfully loyal fans.

Richardian PlayTime

Richardian BassPlaying

Richardian Scharades

Richardian CardPlaying

Richardian Fashions

Trying to Pass a Lady Purse as a Man Purse

Trying to Pass a Fisherman's Hat as a Trilby

Richardian Tantrum

Richardian Tantrum

Now all my faithful fans know me that much more.

Events that Occured on August 12, 2008

I woke up at five. again. homo.

I worked for ten hours. again. homo.

Cherry picked me up at BIOLA and I drove his car to pick DaKimi up. I introduced them two, told them not to be awkward, and started driving to LosAngeles.

I went to LosAngeles to get my eyes checked and the doctor told me I had red eyes. I told her it's cuz I was tired but I think she thinks I have a disease.

I saw the prettiest model in the plaza the eye place was at. It was an ad but still. I took a picture.

I cried more than I ever did in the last couple years while trying to put contacts on. The guy that was assisting told me that a lot of girls cry too. It didn't help me. Then he told me that a lot of girls that were born 1996 cry. It didn't help me either. Either way, I was truly humbled cuz boogers were spilling out as if I was really crying. Mad embarassing.

I found out how amazing it was to see without glasses. It sersly felt like a miracle just occured. I know that eventually I'm gonna take my contacts for granted but not now. For now, I'll stay amazed and grateful.

I went to eat at a Japanese restaurant called Gaja in Torrance. MAD good. Highly recommended. I'ma go there sometime in the future.

I paid for everyone which didn't amount to much but I still felt awesomepossum. I think it's cuz I am.

I finally broke 100 mph while driving. I broke my previous personal record of 70 mph and replaced it with 135 mph. My passenger was freaking out.

I went home a knocked out. again. hetero.

Events that Occured on August 13, 2008

I posted up a blog on what I did the day before.

True

If you're a girl and you're being nice to a guy, you're flirting.

I jacked this from a girl so this isn't my own thang. aight? Credit to JennChung. I think she's famous. go read her blog.

Basicallyhonestly.blogspot.com

Just cuz this post. I'm gonna read her blog forever.

Best Quotes Ever

If God is so evil, then why'd he make me so cool? - Phil Chung

I wanted to kill the hottest person on earth. Then I learned that there were rules against suicide. - Missy Fruchter

I won't be happy until I'm as famous as God. - Madonna

I won't be a rock star. I will be a legend. - Freddie Mercury

We're more popular than Jesus now. - John Lennon

We're not arrogant. We just believe we're the best band in the world. - Noel Gallagher of Oasis

Man, one day. I hope I can get say something that'll get me up among the best of them.

My Status Updated

I am strangely content with my life right now. Hmm. I hope this isn't another phase.

The Light Manic Disease and Other Short Random Things

When you are constantly sad, people call it depression. The polar opposite of being depressed is being manic. Being a manic is being constantly happy, too happy. There are manic-depressed people who are people that have MAD mood swings. One minute they want to die and the next, they are retarded from happiness. I'm serious when I say retarded from happiness cuz manics are TOO happy and so it clouds just about everything in your brain including reason, clear thought, and standing normally.

If there was ever a light case of manic disease where a person is constantly happy, it would be great for the guy diagnosed with the light manic disease. Unfortunately, God did not deem manics appropriate for this world so there are no manics. God reserved that very special disease for the inhabitants of his kingdom-to-come. That's one more thing to look forward to when I die.

FaceBook Status: Richard Chung feels like God took off a sawdust from his eye but left a log in its place in the process of removing the sawdust. I am hating on life right now. I gotta go gido.

I find myself becoming more and more fatalistic cuz I don't have the courage to do anything about my situation and life. It's always, "Deo Volente."

I miss driving Sedans. My beloved Camry, which I named Mother, has died. It's been like a year. Shame. I hope I can save up enough to buy my Smart Car soon.

Love is unfair. I categorize love into two categories: Worldly Love and the Love of God. Both are ridiculously unfair. I don't wish to say why now. Maybe Later.

I hate love because the Beatles were right: All You Need is Love. I don't have any.

If I do, then the people that love me are terrible at showing it.

People prolly do love me. Somewhere out there. Where I can't feel it.

This is my depression post that has been inside of me for the last month or two.

I had more to type but they are way too revealing of my inner most thoughts. So no.

If my faithful fans have been wondering where Richard has been, I've been deep in the realm of depression and thought. and this is the first post where I spilled my thoughts onto. Enjoy my deep and flawed philosophical thinkings. More to come. Pray that my brain gets better so I can share more of Richard's Thoughts.

Today at the OC Fair I Saw...

박준형 of G.O.D. It was mad random. Google him and you'll know who he is. I was shocked and he has the true charisma of a Korean Pop Star.

The Strangest Thing...

A lot of strange things happen to me but this is by far one of the strangest. I woke up and I was looking for food. And I found a meager portion of cereal in the cupboard with a meager portion of milk and I thought, "Sigh, I'll just finish it." and so I poured the cereal and the milk and I went to throw away my cereal box in the backyard when I see a box that's fenced. I was like, "hmm, what is this?" and so I went closer to it, and I seriously saw two chickens. Then, I remembered that last night, my sister told me that we had two chickens and I was just like, "whatever." I heard her, but I didn't comprehend the magnitude of her statement.

So now, I have two pet chickens and I think that they will serve as a good stress-reliever. Right when I saw them, I Kim-Chi squatted next to the chickens and I just stared at them for a while. I sersly forgot everything going on in my life right then and there for those few minutes. I think chickens are my favorite animal, and although I HIGHLY doubt it, I might have to think twice before eating chicken again. Again, I HIGHLY doubt it but still. You never know.

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

Some are good.

Some are nasty.

Some explode.

And some make people happy.

Richard's Thoughts on The Dark Knight

I liked it for the most part but I didn't like how it was so long. I just thought that it was a bit dragging. Let's see, I liked the Joker, Two-Face, and that random black guy on the ship. These are my thoughts on the characters.

Batman - I have the same problem with him as everybody else. His voice gets kind of ridiculous. It was kinda ninda acceptable in the first movie but it is not so in this movie.

Joker - I love almost everything about him except one thing: he's dead.

Two-Face - I believe in Harvey Dent. But I think his story just made the story too long. I liked him but still.

Random Black Guy on Ship - This guy is tizzite.

Loving the Not-Beautiful

I realized that despite all my claims that all I need is a Beautiful and Rich woman to make me happy, it's not true. I saw a pretty grandmother status actress and I was like, "hmm, she's old and I don't want to marry her." So ye. That's that. I also realized that there was a whole other side to me marrying a beautiful, rich woman: She has to say yes. So I was pretty sad cuz I have nothing to offer except myself and for the beautiful and rich women I want, that is not enough.

And so I got to thinking about another topic in terms of marriage and that was marrying somebody not beautiful, at least physically. In order to marry, one has to fall in love. And if one falls in love with somebody not beautiful, then I think that is true love. Unless it's like an arranged marriage, or if the not beautiful person is rich, or if the person marrying the not beautiful person is even MORE not beautiful or something. Actually cross that last one cuz not beautiful people can actually trick themselves into thinking that they are beautiful.

Anywho, so if you love someone that is not beautiful, that I would venture to say that that is true love in the humanly sense of the word. So basically, if I marry, I will know that my wife TRULY loves me. hahahaha.

PostScript. I think that not beautiful people can actually make themselves a little bit less not beautiful by working on themselves a lot.

Examples:
Body: Be lean, not mean.

Clothes: Wear what fits your style, take into account your face and body shape.

Speech: Talk like your style. (see clothes) [I don't really know what this means but just do it]

Hair: If you're REALLY not beautiful, cover your face a bit with bangs or something.

Actions: Learn to sing or act or something. Become beautiful. If you become someone great, then your face will not be an issue. Your face will just become an icon and you are well off. You don't need to worry about your not beautifulness.

PostPostScript. I don't know when this post became like a living advice column for not beautiful people but it did.

Innocence

I think that the term "innocence" is very beautiful and pleasurable on the eye. But sersly, I hate it when people say that word. Any variation of it: innocence, innocent, whatnot. I hate it when people say it because when we say it, our mouths and hearts are so dirty and guilty, that the word becomes tainted when someone says it. Terms I especially hate: "she's so innocent" and stuff like that. I think that when we normal people say it, it's so ugly and full of dirtiness but once someone of a pure heart or something says it, it'll be so beautiful that I might cry. Like Jesus or someone like that. Ye. I hate it so much when people say it. Even pretty people.

It just sounds really ugly to me when people say it.

Missed Opportunities

For those of you who wanted to see my precious tears, you missed a chance. I watched I Am Sam today and the thing is, it wasn't that sad. It's just that Sean Penn was retarded. And Michelle Pfeiffer cried, which was arguably one of the ugliest things I've seen a decently pretty lady do in a while. I cried like Dakota Fanning (a little girl).

PostScript. Dakota freakin' Fanning. So much respekt. She's sersly like a 300 year old in a 12 year old's body. That's quoted from a fellow painter.

VBS for NaChimBizzle Church

After VBS for CPC, my current church, DaKimi's brasha asked me if I could help with VBS at his church, NaChimBizzle Church. I said yes cuz I like kids.

It was fun in general but these are some key events that happened.

1. Within the first five minutes of meeting my kids, a girl, Eun Mizzle, came up to my face and said, "I hate you."
2. I got soaked by a bunch of kids I didn't event know.
3. One of my boys left me for another group.
4. One of my girls, Gloria, asked me a grip of questions about whether or not I had a girl friend or not and I felt sad when I said no cuz it felt like they were looking down on me and trying to comfort me.
   
5. Some foolish child told me I had weird hair.
6. Same foolish child asked me if I had a unibrow.
7. And lastly, I had a fun time and I think my kids like me.
   

Ye, that's the gist of VBS the first day. If anything crazy happens I'll probably do another post. Peace.

I'm So Dumb, I Can't Believe It.

Because...

I'll tell you from the beginning. I woke up at five to get ready for work and all. Then I went back to sleep cuz I was tired. I blinked and it was six. I was late. So I got ready in like thirty seconds, literally, clothes and everything. I had everything in my hands, lunch, laptop, and such, and I walked out the backyard door. Except the door was closed. It was them glass doors and it was filthy but for some reason I couldn't see it. I collided with the door head on and I fell like two feet back cuz I jumped back after I realized I hit something. I couldn't cushion my fall with my hands cuz I had everything in my hands and so I fell on my hip luckily there was a random freakin' mattress for some reason to break the fall. I just laid there shocked and I stopped, assessed the situation and laughed. I opened the door, called myself stupid until I got to my car and I drove to work. I was thirty minutes late and so I snuck in. Only my painting partner boy noticed I was late. ye.

Feelings That No One Should Feel

There are times when I just feel awful from thinking about girls and like how they probably don't like me and how I'm a loser and just this depressing stage and everything. Like I've never been dumped but I heard some things about it.

Let's see, once I heard from a comedian that when you're dumped, you feel awful. But the REALLY sucky thing, is that the person who dumped you, thinks as little of you, as you thought of the people you dumped. Did you catch that? whatever.

But to me, that wouldn't be the worse thing. The worse thing would be knowing that you're not the only one feeling this excruciating pain and that there are others that feel the pain of rejection in their hearts. This kind of pain should be only something that you and you alone should feel, but there are others that feel the same thing you feel if not worse. Which sucks. That's just me though. I don't like how others can relate to me. I hate it. I'd rather feel it all alone.

World View Religion - Rice Monkeys

I finally posted it up on MySpace.com/RiceMonkeys so check it out. Honestly, if me and DaKimi spent like four more hours on it, it may have been better but whatever. I'm decently satisfied kind of at the outcome. There are parts here and there where it's like, "uh...no." but whatever. Check it out yo. And if you like, become fan on FaceBook. Rice Monkeys. I'm a fan so, just check on my facebook.

I'd totally post up the song here directly but I don't know how to do so. haha.

MySpace.com/RiceMonkeys

Things That Have Been Consuming My Life During Break

I have a couple:

1. Work: a total of ten hours a day/five days a week
2. Eating: a total of one-two hours a day/daily
3. Sleeping: a total of 5-8 hours a day/daily
4. Rice Monkeys: a total of roughly three hours a day/ this previous week

I'm done recording World View Religion. I'm going to post it up on Facebook and I hope that the Rice Monkeys have at least five fans by the end of the week. If not, five by the end of the month. Yay.

Shining - Jaurim

Cement

Today at work, I was watching two people mix cement from its powder form and I was just amazed by the beauty of it. I'm not saying that who sweaty people mixing some powders with water is beautiful, but the concept of cement. As I gazed at them mixing the cement, I thought some thoughts.

My thoughts were this.

Cement can easily be compared to a human. Before it is cement, it is powder. Likewise, before people are adults, they are children, infants, toddlers, whatnot. And once the powder is mixed in with the water and turns into cement, it can never change back but only go ahead and become a sidewalk or whatever. Once you grow up, you can't grow back down. You only get wiser and mature and whatnot. Cement turns from useless powder to useful cement. haha.

Also, in order to become a useful cement, there has to be the right amount of water and powder mixed otherwise, it'd be too dry or too wet to be good for anything. However, there is no EXACT right amount of water or powder, the "right"amount can be pretty broad. So you can raise your kid without a strict guideline. the guidelines might definitely help but they aren't a necessity.

I'm tired of talking about beautiful cement so I'm gonna stop. Oh and I was painting and during break I took a look at the mirror because I like looking at myself and I found three paint dots on my neck forming a perfect equilateral triangle. I have no idea how the paint got there.

Liking Somebody

I realized that when you like somebody, you are blinded by your own vanity or at least I am. When I like someone, I tend to try and observe the person a lot more, stay close to them, whatnot, and when I do, I notice certain things that they do, and I interpret it rather ridiculously. Everything that the person I like does, ends up meaning that they like me. "OH, dood, she likes me because she said hi to me, even though I didn't say anything." and "OH, dood, she likes me because I saw her more than twice today." yeah. Ridiculously but at the moment it freakin' looks like they like me. There's a song by Dem Franchize Boyz called, "Oh I think they like me" and the title sums up my thinkings fairly well. I know this because I liked a couple girls in my days at Oxford and needless to say, I was machine gunned down when I asked them to formal. Imagine me as arrogant as can be because I think that these foos like me. I go up to them with my nose up and say, "hey baby-girl, I'll see you at formal. wear black cuz black looks nice on you. And it looks nice on me too." (This is an over-dramatization. I didn't really say this. May God help anyone who does. I pray for thee if ye do.)

But anywho, I just found out the hard way through trials that girls don't like me because they say "hi" to me and whatnot. I don't even think girls like boys if they're checking them out because that's how we boys roll. Even though I don't check out girls...Anyway, I'm trying to say boys don't like boys even if we're checking them out. If you're confused, we're on the same boat.

All in All, a worship song written by Dennis Jernigan, haha.

All in all, it just sucks to be in love with a girl. So much insecurities and scary times. So much stress and wasted times thinking about it. It's just too much.

BUT...

I heard this, I've never experienced this nor do I plan on experiencing in the next 15 to 25 years, maybe longer, I've heard that once she says yes, it's the best feeling in the world.

There's a movie called Adaptation where a character describes his thoughts on a girl he liked and the girl he liked thought he was disgusting. I'm pretty sure I shared this already but it's ok because it's good. He said that it didn't matter what the girl thought because his love was HIS love and no one can take it away. Not even the girl he loved. Deep. Interesting movie. I wouldn't really recommend it though. hahaha.

I Dream

I had the best dream ever and all I can say is, I love green.

Richardian Pet Peeves

Believe it or not, I have some.

1. Being compared to someone just as insignificant as myself
2. Being tricked
3. People who annoy others for their own amusement

I'm also bothered if I'm manipulated or used without me knowing that I'm being used or manipulated. If I'm manipulated or used and I know I'm being manipulated or used even if the person who is manipulating or using me doesn't know they I know I'm being manipulated or used, then I"m completely fine with it. But if I'm manipulated adn used without knowing, then I feel so insignificant and pathetic. I hope that I'm not being manipulated or used right now. I know if I'm being used in most cases but in the very few I don't know, I'm scared.

Man, I've been thinking about it and I am imagining all this crap and if they were true, then I would hurt a lot. Dang, trusting people just got a whole lot harder for me.

However, there are those few that I wouldn't mind manipulating me without my knowledge because I don't care that they manipulate or use me. That goes both ways. Figure out what those two ways are for yourselves suckas.

New Rice Monkeys Sampler

YAY!!! I finally went and made the new sampler for Rice Monkeys. The song is called World View religion and I'm so proud of it. I need to add the vocals and such but the song is good. I like it. Check it. MySpace.com/RiceMonkeys. I didn't allow it to be open for download because I want you guys to download the full song, not the sampler. Let's see, I need better pictures because pictures are mad important. I also need to find a singer for the chorus of that song.

Richardian Thoughts on The Moment of Truth

The Moment of Truth is a game show where a person is asked a lot of personal questions in front of his/her family and friends and they have to answer truthfully in order to win. They ask questions like, "Would you cheat on your wife if you knew that you wouldn't get caught?" and "Have you ever thought of leaving your husband for financial reasons?" and such crap like that. Anywho, I watched my first episode and I was completely befuddled by the differences in priorities between Me and My Greatness and other petty people.

This particular episode starred a stay-at-home mom who worked as a volunteer fire-fighter and she was asked if she ever shoplifted anything and gave it to her son. She answered yes and the whole audience and family and friends started clapping. I was like, "WHAT?! BURN HER AT THE STAKE!!! SHE'S A THIEF!!! CUT OFF HER HANDS!!!" However, what really got me was the question that got her. The question was, "Do you feel that you are losing sexual attraction to your husband?" She answered, "no." And that was not true. I thought how pathetic is it that sex has that much of an impact on your life that you lie on such a question?" Honestly, I wouldn't really care if my wife lost all sexual attraction to me because sex is not a dominating factor in our marriage. So that show just annoyed me and I left the room constantly telling my dad, who just came into the room asking what the show was, that the show was something "isanghango (weird)."

PostScript. Just in case you're wondering. The dominating factor in my marriage is My Greatness. Muthas.

Pictures of Richard

This post, I decided to post up a grip of pictures of myself so all my little blog-checking fans can find out what my life is like. The photographers are YounJooLee, SarahJoo, and BrianHan so thank them for blessing you all with my pictures. Here are the pictures and I titled AND wrote a little shpill about each picture so enjoy.

These first few photos are in a piece I entitled, Pictures By an Amateur that are Made Beautiful by the Model. The photographer is the famed YounJooLee and she takes decent pictures which I turn into art. I hope you enjoy this first batch.

My Finest Hour
YounJooLee

This is What I Look Like When No One is Looking
YounJooLee

"Ya Talkin' ta Me?"
YouJooLee


The Face of Richard That Only Comes out When a Really Tall Asian Man Gets Him in a Sleeperhold
YounJooLee


Singing a Song to My Beloved
YounJooLee


The Assault with My Invisible Knife Superpower
YounJooLee


The Photographer That Takes The Pictures and The Model That Makes Them Beautiful
YounJooLee


The Sophomores
YounJooLee


I'm Superman with my Little SideKicks Batman and Green Lantern
YounJooLee

The next few photos are in a series I entitled, The Softer Side of Me: The Gangster Side. In these pictures you will see my more gentler, affectionate, and motherly side.

My Name is RicaChu
And I Love You
BrianHan

Throwing Up the Gang Sign
SarahJoo

Throwing Up the Gang Sign II
YounJooLeeGangSign III
RicardoChungo

June 5, 2008

This is the first time my work has been overwhelmingly difficult.

Things People Lost in the Fire

By fire I mean the process of leaving BIOLA. While I'm painting my dorm rooms, there are a number of interesting things that we find.

1. 3 Brassieres
2. Wedding Crashers DVD without the Case
3. Petty Coat
4. 4 Coat Hangers
   
5. A Piece of Paper with MIKE written in the middle of it
6. Cinderalla Video featuring Brandy, Whitney Houston, and Whoopi Goldberg
7. A portrait of a Lion
8. A bunch of feminist calendar clippings
9. A grip of pens
10. The case for The Muppet's Movie without the DVD
11. A shaving razor
12. Toothbrush
13. Nail Clipper
    

So yeah. I stole the Cinderella video.

Nostalgia

There are random times when I just think of all the stupid things I've done like calling other people trash and pagans and such and I just feel really really stupid. I know that it's the past but I can't help but feel that I'm a failure. While I was working I was thinking constantly of the time I called a church girl's friends pagans. I also remembered when I called the catholics "trash" in front of a catholic homegirl. Then when I was waking up, I was thinking of when I practically told a school girl that I didn't really want to visit them in UCSD. These kinds of retarded things I do make me feel like I'm never going to get married because I don't appreciate women as I should. I entitled this post "Nostalgia" because I long to go back and delete all that stuff but life just doesn't work that way. This here is a secret that we boys keep. I can't share my views on girls ever because if we boys shared everything that we really thought about girls, it wouldn't be pretty. But it's not only me, it's every boy in the world. I'm pretty sure that it goes for girls to but still. Now. I have to go to work. I think I'm gonna be late. Remember. Forgive me. and all girls are pretty in some way, shape, or form. Olive Juice.

Richardian Stress

There are very few things that give me stress. At least I'd like to think so.

1. Grades
2. Money
3. Girls
4. Everything After Death

Now that I think about it. These are the exact same things that everybody else in the world stresses out about. so ye.

Comments on My Sister's Comments

My sister said something really stupid and cliche that stuck with me and annoys me. She said, "My friends aren't bad people. They're just good people that do bad stuff."

I was slightly annoyed like crazy and I was thinking and I came up with a response. If what she said is true, then I would be a bad person that does good stuff. das rah.

The Richardian Occupation

I love my job and I'm fully aware that the title is a grammatical nightmare. Dood. In the last two days, I had to get up at five in order to get to work on time and I find myself falling asleep at around nine so that I can get up in the morning. I know people that go to sleep at five. Anywho, I get up and I go to BIOLA and I automatically have to get working. I go up to where I work, I pick up my roller that I left there the previous day and I start painting where I stopped the previous day. I know it sounds boring and intense but sersly, I love my job. Because it pays ridiculously well. Let's see, there are two men of African decent, three Koreans, and an assortment of whites, latinos, and others. This just tells you what I pay attention to and notice. I notice blacks and gooks.

In the last two days, two irreplacable co-workers got injured and were unable to work for the rest of the day. First fella, one of the Africanians, cut himself with his own pocket knife. I don't know how but he did. The second feller, a white man, strained his back. At this rate, in twenty-one days, the BIOLA painting crew will have no one left.

After work, I come home and try to eat cereal. Then I go on the computer till either I'm tired or the clock hits nine. Then I turn off the lights, watch Blades of Glory or Attack the Gas Station on my MP3, then I go to sleep. ye. That's been my schedule for the past two days.