3 on 3 Basketball Tournament

So this weekend, my fellowship hosted a 3 on 3 basketball tournament inviting other Christian fellowships from other Virginia universities. It actually surprised me how many people were there.There were probably over 15 teams at this tournament and so many people there too watch. People from VCU, JMU, GMU, UVA came all the way down too. I ended up making a team with a few of my church friends. To tell you the truth, we were just an average team. I did not expect us to get far at all considering we had a 5 players on the team, and 1 of them never plays basketball, and one just got surgery on his knee so he lost all his speed. So basically we had 3 good players including me, but I have back and knee problems and my other friend had a sinus infection. So basically all of us were not exactly in the best shape to be playing in a three on three tournament.

We surprisingly got to the semi's. If we won we would have gone to the finals! Its funny how I didn't expect to even get past the first round, but yet we got so close.

At tournament though, I saw how important glory is to people of this world. Basically no one, I mean NO ONE, watched the B league Championship game because of the A league championship game. This showed how important glory was because everyone that played in B league was saying how they don't care that they lost anymore because just look, no one cares.

That is kind of bad because I think that we should be playing for ourselves, and for our own love of the game rather than playing to please others. I mean yes we love to play ball, but no offense I think you don't actually love ball if you play just to get attention from the opposite sex or to be known in the korean community as being a "baller." This applies to other things in life as well as well.

Sorry if this makes me sound like a total douchebag, but thats just what I think, and I hope no one takes offense to that.

Well thats all I have to share. Goodbye

U.V.GAY

Hello. So I officially hate UVA frat guys. They are full of the most worthless people in the whole entire world. I haven’t been this pissed off in such a long time.

So this weekend there was an ultimate Frisbee tournament at UVA which invited many Christian fellowships to play against each other. These fellowships came from UVA, VT, UMD, GMU.

Overall the tournament was fun. It was a great day with the sun shining and slight breeze, and reuniting with some old friends from other schools was really nice too. In the end, our two teams from TECH ended up losing in the playoffs, but we didn’t really care since it was just Frisbee. No one from any team REALLY got angry, compared to basketball and flag football tournaments. So basically this weekend was awesome. But there was one thing bad thing about this weekend. Here’s what happened:

As we were about to start our first playoff game, we all started to stretched and started to get hyped up to play. However, out of nowhere we hear a loud firecracker noise. And guess what, it was obviously fireworks being thrown at us. Soon you see some being thrown onto the field that we were going to play on as well. And not only do they throw firecrackers, but they threw one of those HUGE ones that has an extra long fuse on purpose because its explosion is a lot bigger. It started to blow up, and luckily we got ever y one nearby to back up away from the fireworks and no one was hurt.

I don’t understand why you would do that. Why would you bother a group of people just playing Frisbee on the field? We didn’t piss them off in any way; we were just minding our own business. I was seriously about to flip and bash some windows, but I didn’t.

I guess I don’t hate all UVA frat guys, but most. All of them that I saw looked at me like I’m not an equal, but as if he is SO much better off than me. Well whatever screw UVGAY and like Chad Ochocinco would say, They deserve a big ol’ Child please.

Love within religion

People have the misconception that such a thing called 'love' exists in this world. So if love is so universal and all-powerful, explain murder and war. Explain why parents get a divorce for the sake of their own happiness above their kid's. Explain why people are constantly victims of an abusive relationship, falling back on someone who hurts them so much yet claims to not be able to live without them. Explain why teenagers allow themselves to get into a relationship based around frivolous human emotion rather than something pure and solid.

Love doesn't exists. There is no such thing.

Human minds and the emotions that project from each individual varies so much, how can one word encompass all the differences that come from each heart. One's definition of love is utterly different from another's, and the level of commitment that one is willing to follow through with love is completely different as well.

Love doesn't exist. There is no such thing.

But there is hope. Because although there is no such thing as love, there is such a thing as GOD'S love. Because God is the definition of love, and because he resides in this world and in each and every one of us, we are given the ability to project forth that love from within to others around us.

So what's my point?

There is no such thing as love outside of God's love. You can't just simply love someone, you have to love them by being a vessel of God's love, so that HE can LOVE that person THROUGH you.

God is love. There's no escape from it.

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Dupplehoff. Very Dangerous. Kill on sight. Slitkins. Very dangerous. Kill on sight. Night fury. Unknown. If you ever encounter one run. Well my friend. I have to say that I have seen a night fury and have lived to tell the tale. Everyone has misunderstood the very nature of dragons. People always think that dragons are vicious creatures and should be killed on sight. But I have seen what they are really like and they are just like us. Killing only to survive. Dragons aren’t these animals that kill just for fun. I have seen and befriended one and the only reason they kill is because they have to. They live like bees in a volcano. And in the center of their home is their queen. If they don’t provide enough food they themselves will be eaten. These creatures are majestic and loyal. They will stand by your side through anything.

I know some of you think I’m probably crazy for not killing this night fury on sight. But when I looked at it, I saw myself. It was scared just as I was. There was no way that I could have slaughtered that dragon on sight. Once it had gained my trust, it was my friend for life. I knew that it would stand by me no matter what happened. And once it let me onto its back I knew we were bonded. The feeling of cutting through the air at speeds unknown to anyone else is amazing. It’s as if we were connected. We moved as one and our flight through the skies were effortless.

Man. If only I could really have a night fury. I really enjoyed this movie. How to Train Your Dragon was a surprisingly good. I thought it was just another kids movie but it was freaking fantastic. There was action and drama and comedy. There were lines in the movie that actually made me laugh out loud. There were also fight sequences that were engaging and held my attention. Then there was the drama of the main character that was an outcast. This film was well rounded and I think will be a kid’s classic. If you haven’t seen this film yet I really encourage you to go see it. I definitely think that it is a must see for people of all ages.

Memories

The human brain is a fascinating thing. It amazes me how the brain can store maybe not all, but the majority of your experiences. I think that if we did not have memories, we would be missing a crucial part of life. Reminiscing on all the good is probably one of the few things that make me truly happy. There’s nothing like looking at all the old pictures with friends and family and seeing how much you have grown as a person.

The funny thing about our memories is that even though we may try to remember everything that occurs in our lives, we can’t. And not only that, we seem to remember the bad times in life more than the good. For example, if I try to think of a day where I was happy, I can’t really remember the details other than the people I was with. However, when I try to remember a bad memory in my life, it’s easy. I remember almost every line that each person said to me, where, and when it was. I’ve shared with you before, but the perfect example would be when my mom past away. Another example would be when my dog died. But anyways you get the point.

I think there is a reason why us humans may not be able to remember everything in life. Its because memories are meant to be shared and held together with people. Its almost impossible to remember everything by yourself, but when your with your friends and you talk about the good times, then you can use everyone’s pieces of memories to put them all together. And after that you and all your friends can experience the memory as w hole. Also I think that even though we may remember the sad, we should not look at sad memories as setbacks, but use them as ways to bring you happiness and motivation. Because then you can look at the bad times and see how much you have grown.

P.S. I hate Blacksburg weather, How in the world does it go from like 60 degrees, sunny, and warm, to like 40 degrees, rainy, and cold.

Real or Fake

It's St. Patrick's Day. I don't know what this holiday is for.  But i know that leprechauns exist! Laugh all you want, but I swear on my life that i saw one today.  I was crossing the drill field and a saw something flash from the corner of my eye.  I did a double take, and there, standing on the edge of the sidewalk, where the grass meets the concrete, was the weirdest little thing.  I know everyone says that leprechauns resemble humans, but this leprechaun was nothing close to human.  Let me try and explain this strange creature. It was nothing like people described.  Ok, so this leprechaun had a long oval face.  The forehead extended to take up half of its face, if you could call it that.  Halfway down its face was its nose or I should say noses.  Instead of a simple nose like a human, it had a huge lump of nostrils.  The closest thing I can think of that resembled the nose is a porous sponge just sitting in the middle of its face.  Next you would think there would be the mouth right? No, instead there sat one eye. But instead of a normal eye it looked more like the opening to bottle.  Once we started talking i realized that this opening was so that a stalk would slither out and at the end of that stalk sat the eyeball.  Under the eye was the mouth.  This mouth was just a slit. Straight across from on side of its face to the other.  No lips.  just a slit and when the leprechaun opened its mouth to talk i saw rows of crooked teeth. Imagine a sharks set of teeth.  Now where the neck would usually be there was a trunk.  It's body was that of a plant.  It had a trunk-like neck that narrowed down into leafy foliage.  It seemed as if this thing was a perfect cross of plant and animal.  Its body seemed leafy but it was sturdy and from the sides of its stomach area was a paw and a hand.  Where the legs should have been was a root-like stump and a human-like foot.  It was as if this leprechaun was sown together from all the left overs of rotten carcasses.  It was the ugliest little thing I have probably seen in my life.  I wish i could have taken a picture of it so that I could post it with this blog.  Anyway, now that I have finished describing the leprechaun, I was in shock mode.  I don't know if anyone else saw it but I seemed to be the only one that seemed to take notice of it.  I tentatively approached the creature.  It spoke before I even had a chance to register what exactly I was going to say.  This thing only came up to my knee but its voice was surprisingly deep and gravelly.  It said to me, "Look here! I'm a leprechaun.  I know I'm not what you've been taught to believe, but i swear to you I'm a leprechaun and i need your help."  

I was frozen in disbelief.  As i tried to form words with my gaping mouth, a football came hurtling towards my feet.  Some frat boys were tossing around the football in the nice weather. Tossing the football back, I immediately twisted back to face the leprechaun, but it was nowhere to be seen.  There was not way to miss that ugly thing, but it must have been quick for such a stumpy creature because I could find it nowhere on the drill field.  I didn't know what to do so i just continued my walk to class.  This whole day has been a huge daze as my thoughts and beliefs have been rocked by this sudden appearance of a leprechaun.

HAHHA I'm just kidding! HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!

I lied

I would say I had a pretty average life until I was 11. I lived with my mother, father, and my pet dog. Like any other kid, I would play outside till the sun disappeared from the sky, and nothing but street lights illuminate the ground. I rode my lime green mountain bike on every single street in my neighborhood; I played tag like it was my job, and had this amazing ability to have a new scab every single day.

All the memories of summer days and youth still linger in my head. But one day that is more important to me than even my own birthday is November 2, 2001.

I remember the last few days of October were the most agonizing days of life. My mother suddenly grew ill, and I couldn't do anything to help her. Both my mother and father figured it is probably just the flu, or just something simple that will go away with rest, but this was not the case. As the days went on my mothers’ condition got worse. My worried father always would return early from work to give my mother medicine and just take care of her. Long story short, we took my mother to the hospital and that was the last time I got to see her alive.

When I was little, I used to ask god why he had to take my mom so soon. I was bitter at the world. I was angry that no one in my family could save my mother; I mean to kids, grownups are practically superheroes that can do anything. I was also mad at myself for not being able to do anything for her. Since I was the biggest momma’s boy, my mother used to ask me if I could live without her, and I would always say, "No of course not" while being held in her arms. I told her that if she died, I will just die with her and I will never leave her side. When I think of this, I feel like the worst son ever. I said that I couldn’t live without her, and yet I’m still alive after 9 years. So, I decided if I get to see my mother in Heaven, I will apologize.

So It Goes.

“So it goes.” This line is repeatedly said throughout the novel Slaughter House Five. I recently read this novel by Kurt Vonnegut and it dawned on me that one of the motifs of this novel is something to think about. “So it goes” would be said after someone or something died. This quote related to the protagonists’ experience with the aliens called the Trafalimordians. The protagonist, Billy, claimed that he had been abducted by this Trafalimordians and that they were able to teach him an important lesson. Billy says that theses aliens lived life the way they wanted and did not mourn the dead. They believed that a person died at that moment, but they would still be alive in a different moment in their lives. This followed their belief that time was circular and that a person’s life just continued in a cycle. Once you die you would still be alive at a previous moment. That would explain why the dead were never mourned. This idea that time is circular is strange to think about. If we are never really die but are actually alive all the time at a different time in our lives. And that while we are living in this moment another version of us is living another scene of our lives. If this were true that would mean our whole lives were already planned out and everything we did with our decisions were really not our decisions. Instead they are the choices that a previous version of us made and later versions would continuously take. If time is truly circular like in the novel that means that the idea of free will is completely false. We have no say in our lives and nothing we do really matters. I hope that the novel’s theme of circular time and no free will is not true. It is horrible to live our lives thinking that everything we do is worthless. To think that we have no way to change our future if we start on a bad path. Vonnegut’s theme that free will is an illusion brings readers to question the true value of everyday decisions. Hopefully this theory circular time and that everything in our lives is planned out is false, because I want to be able to control my future and to know that the decisions I make actually mean something.

and my google poem thing..

Where are my Shoes

How I tie my shoes

Teach a child to tie their shoes in 5 minutes

Teaching your child to read in 100 easy lessons

Living to 100 life expectancy calculator

Martha stewart living

Creative exercise

Audience: My Friends

Character: A man shaving off his beard

Setting: A room where someone has died

At the scene of the crime was an old man, with the most rugged look. His face was filled with fear as a dead man lay beside him. However, that’s not the only thing that filled his face. His face was filled with the longest beard I have ever seen. In fact it was so much hair that if he ended up cutting it off, you probably would have never recognized him. When the police came and tried to arrest him, he resisted. He fought until he used every single ounce of his energy and until the police just knocked him out. Into the jail cell the bearded man went, being accused of murder. Since there were no witnesses, no one knew what actually happen, or they thought there were no witnesses. I can say that I was the only witness. I saw the whole accident happen through my 12^th floor window. Soon after the bearded man was arrested, he was put into questioning. The detectives beat the bearded man to get answers out, however we refused to respond. As days, months, years passed as the man just rotted in jail. His facial hair grew so long that you could only see his eyes. In the Indianapolis prison is where he resided. One day after school, I turned on the TV. Breaking news was everywhere, and It was all about the same thing. The bearded man had escaped. The bearded man uses his beard to his advantage. According to police officials the bearded man shaved so no one would recognize him, and then he killed assassinated a police officer to escape wearing his uniform. So, now people are struck with fear, and are always cautious of bearded men. But I know the truth. The bearded man was just about to start shaving, as one of his closest friends tried to pull a prank and scare him. His friend snuck up on him and acted like a mugger. He said,” move or die.” Out of reflex the bearded man just turned around and struck the man, not knowing it was his own friend. When people are worried of a murderer on the loose, I am not. I know the bearded man committed a accident.

Pet Peeves

Today's topic is pet peeves. For those that don't know, pet peeves are little objects or actions that irritate you. As I have lived my 18 years of life, I have accumulated four main pet peeves.

The first pet peeve that I have has to deal with notebook paper. Let’s say that a friend asks for some paper, and you have a spiral notebook with preferred edges. I would try to avoid having to tear paper out of my notebook. I hate tearing paper out of my notebook because in high school I would often run a few pages short towards the end of the year due to my constant removal of paper. Then I would have to go out and buy a new notebook, just to use the first few pages.

My second pet peeve is when people lay in my bed for a long time, and when I want to go lay down, it contains this awkward body warmth that is not mine. I don’t mind it when people lay in bed, but when it’s right before I want to sleep and its all warm, no me gusta.

My third pet peeve is when people correct me on the smallest mistakes when I’m talking. Grammar corrections, I don’t mind because I need to use correct grammar anyway, but the ones about numbers. For Example, One day I went to walmart with some of my friends and I saw this awesome shirt for $8.99. I ended up buying it and taking it back to the dorm to show my roommate. My roommate asked me how much I got it for, and I told him 10 bucks. Then out of nowhere my friend goes, “No, he got it for 9.” For me, I feel like this is the most unnecessary time to correct someone. Do you really care if I was a 50 cents off? But anyways that’s my number 3.

The last and final pet peeve that I have is when people talk about a subject as if they know everything about it, but its obvious that they really don’t. An example would be a person who has never kept up with the NBA, but they try to argue with me on information on teams and players. I am a HUGE NBA fan; in fact I probably check nba.com more often than my facebook.

So, that’s it. I hope you guys don’t think I’m weird.

SNOW BATTLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Today’s topic is snow. Snow is frozen water. It is nice and fluffy and white. The interesting thing about snow is that it gives off heat. Is that not fascinating? Well enough with the facts about snow. Today, the president and activities coordinator of my fellowship decided to make an event today. That event was to have a huge snowball fight with our fellow brothers and sisters. When I first received the email about this super snowball fight, I wasn’t very excited. In fact, I told myself that I wasn’t going to go. I would much rather go to war and play some basketball instead. For some reason, playing in the snow just didn’t seem that appealing to me. If I went out, I would just freeze my butt off, and get snowballs thrown at me all day. Plus I’m 18, its time I mature up.

I ended up going to war. After a few games, there was still enough time for me to go back to my room, and get ready for this epic battle. Some of my other friends that I played ball with said they were going to stop by the snow ball fight. I was hesitant, but I decided to go since we were only going to be there for like 5 minutes. When I got there, I was overwhelmed by the amount of people that actually showed up. Especially since 85 percent of the people there were older than me.

Once I saw people playing however, I had a change of heart. I couldn’t resist the happiness and delight in everyone’s faces, so I finally jumped in. My inner child came out and I ended up throwing snowballs and tackling everyone in the snow for an hour. Regardless if you were a girl or a guy, you had to watch your back for some sneaky people trying to knock you over. I haven’t had that much fun in the snow for a while. So long story short, snow has no age limit. I think that no matter what age you are, you will always be able to have fun throwing a few snowballs and just living life with your amigos.

Illumanati

The illuminati is a secret society that is often talked about in a lot of pop culture today. The illuminati were referenced in The Da Vinci Code and National Treasure. The basis behind the secret society is that there is an elite group of people that pretty much run the entire world. Some argue, however, that the society is fictional but I believe that it exists. The evidence behind my decision is overwhelming and I would like to share with you those willing to listen. The most prominent symbolism of the illuminati involves eyes. The eye is supposed to represent the eye of the devil that is watching over the entire world. The eye symbolism can be found everywhere if you just look. CBS’s logo is an eye. The American dollar has the triangle with an eye looking through it. Classical and modern architecture also has a lot of eyes that are included somewhere within the masonry. Ancient texts and languages also speak a lot of the eye of providence. Egyptian history also includes eye imagery. Many pop culture figures can also be associated with the illuminati. The most commonly noted celebrity is Jay-Z. Jay Z is sometimes referred to as illuminati because of his hand symbol. Jay-Z’s music is known to commonly reference the devil and Jay-Z also references himself as ‘hova,’ which alludes to Jehovah. Jay-Z, being a huge pop culture icon, gives him power of the masses with his music and his actions. Pushing the world to a more ‘sinful’ and chaotic state is the goal of the illuminati. Another member of the illuminati is Lady Gaga. Lady Gaga’s demonic appearance can be associated with the devil, which includes covering of the eyes, hand symbols over her eyes, and goat-like costumes. The goat is also sometimes seen as an incarnate of the devil. Lady Gaga is the puppet of the illuminati, who has sold her soul to the devil so that her influence over pop culture is large. My roommate also loves Lady Gaga’s music. I am wary of him. I am deathly afraid of the illuminati and am a firm believer in this. Resist, friends. Fight the power.

I Choose YOU!

Pokemon is the best game ever invented! I started to play during finals week of the first semester. Instead of studying i would spend up to 3 hours a night playing. Torg and Mcbryde would turn into our personal playgrounds. Every night we would all meet there and just chill. Of course some nights we would get some work done but usually it would be nights spent playing karma, pokemon, and watching friends getting owned with punishments. But those were the best nights. Some nights we would be so delusional that we didn't even know what we were saying. Raps were made. pictures were taken. Videos were edited. Bad korean was heard. And there were several midnight runs to Mcdonalds and DX. But back to Pokemon. I was successful in catching all the legendary birds! It took me a while but it was good. I felt so good when I was able to achieve this. Who knew that they would be hard to catch. But its like life. The first time you might fail, but just because you fail doesn't mean that you give up. Instead you keep your head up and try again. Who knew that these kid games would help teach these important lessons. And that feeling of achievement is the best feeling in the world. There is nothing better. But heading away from this "deep" life lessons. Pokemon might be the best game ever invented. Who knew that these little mutated animals would become so popular. I remeber collecting pokemon cards in like 4th grade, and they're still popular, 6 years later. And the pokemon theme song? MONEY! speaking of theme songs, here is the rap my friends wrote when my Wartortle turned into a Blastoise...."Here is Jimmy at MBC, he's gonna evolve that Wartortle into...ashutvbgak" i know its a work of genius. but sadly i lost my file. RIP Blastoise. but now its the second semester and its time to do work son! But according to the movie, Zombie Land, don't forget rule number 32....enjoy the little things in life. Oh and rule number 18...limber up.