The Best I've Had

So its been about a week since I've officially graduated. It still hasn't hit me that I'm living in the real world. Maybe its because I've been home most of the time but it still feels like I'm going back to cuse in the fall. It feels weird coming back home to MD after cuse. It almost seems like a foreign place to me. Never the less its what I call home.

Thinking of all the times I had in cuse makes it hard to accept my new life. But this was the same feeling I had when I first stepped into cuse freshman year. That feeling turned out to be temporary as the next 4 years were the best I've had. I'm going to title this next chapter in my life as "foot in the door". This part of my life I expect to be in til im 30 or so. From now until I'm 30, I'll (hopefully) be experiencing a lot of big steps in my life: getting a job, deciding on a career, choosing a place to live, living on my own, getting married, and maybe having kids. Just a handful of huge life changing events. I'll start slow and decide on a career path. Then maybe I'll save up enough money to head out to the west coast unless God wants me elsewhere. Then I'll be living on my own for a while, off of my income, paying my own bills (other than my credit bill I pay now). Its a scary thought. Each time I'll probably reminisce about the week after my college graduation because it'll be the same experience, a new chapter.

Its like reading a book but a book ends relatively fast depending on how fast of a reader you are. I don't expect to "end" anytime soon. I've got my whole life ahead of me now and I'm just sitting on the first step remembering the best experience I've had so far which was college. If this trend continues I'm pretty sure that by the next time I open a new chapter of my life, I'll be expressing it as "better than the best I've had".

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Bible Progress - 2 Chronicles 34

Stressed.

I get stressed over the most randomest (not a word but who cares) things. I'm not stressed because of my thesis projects or final thesis papers and presentations, but I'm stressed over the fact that I am graduating. Why am I getting stressed over graduating? I ask myself all the time these days. I secretly know the answer but I constantly deny it. "I'm stressed because I don't want my best 4 years of my life to end. Its all drawing to a close so rapidly!".

As the months wind down on the greatest 4 years of ones life (supposedly), taking a look back at mine gives me both room for regret and satisfaction. Of course campus has changed a lot physically since I've first stepped foot onto cuse as a open-minded, ready to take on the world freshman. All I wish for now is a pleasant ending to a soon to be memorable chapter of my life. Pleasant, but challenging as well. After many life changing experiences, critical life lessons learned, and pots and pots of KCS special moo gook (everyone should know this lunch special if they've been to the Grove), theres less than a month left in the greatest era of my life. Its sad on my part that I countdown the days til graduation not because thats when my life will take off, but because thats when my fantasy life will end and the "real world" will begin. I have a hard enough time working 15 hours a week, twice a week. Cuse has taught me that I'm definitely not fit for a office job. I need my freedom to travel and go crazy exploring my passions.

I've been doing a lot of soul searching lately to find what God wants me to do in the future (still unknown). I have dreams of doing everything possible that encompasses my interests in film, audio, art, food, games, church, you name it. We all know thats "humanly" impossible because no one person can juggle that much at the same time. Or maybe we are completely capable yet everyone is too scared to try it because they probably know its "bound to fail". Should I be the world's first mega-entrepreneur that starts a business that does literally everything creative? Thats stress for another day. Currently I'm stressed because I only have a month left in cuse. Granted I hate cuse with a near burning passion its strange that I'm feeling so down about leaving this place. Shouldn't I be happy I'm finally out of this hole?

I guess its a good type of stress because its not the type that makes you want to break down in the middle of the night because you pulled an all nighter and bombed the exam. Its the type of stress that keeps me on my toes, refreshing my gmail every 5 minutes (literally) waiting for the one email that has your future attached to it. Its the type of stress that you know will one day turn into nostalgic feelings whenever and wherever I eat moo gook again.

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Bible Progress - 1 Kings 7 (I slacked a bit last week) -_-;;

The Mysterious Beyond

Just as the mysterious beyond is a terrifying place full of mysteries, strangeness, and fears, girls are probably the epitome of mysterious. Us men just don't seem to understand this strange strange gender. You can never understand a girl and her feelings. She may be all nice and warm outwardly but internally she can be plotting to destroy the world. No joke. On the flipside, they can be the most obnoxious, stuck up person but inside, a tender, humble character. Why is that? Hence guys always misread girls. I don't know what it is but a girl has these manipulative charms that leave the male species scratching their head on what the heck is going on. We'll probably think you're flirting with us because you feel attracted to us and have a crush on us but in reality you just want the attention so you can toy with us. Ok thats a little extreme and I hope none of my readers are that type of female. But you get what I'm saying. Its so hard to interpret the subtle messages girls send. We, the male species, do not do subtle. We do straight up, in your face. If a girl hints that she wants a glass of water by bringing up everything possible and beating around the bush, we're gonna think everything but the fact that you want a glass of water. Rule of thumb, talking to guys, be straight forward.

Its definitely hard to deal with if the guy assumes that the girl has a crush on him. Many of us fell into this category of helpless romantics because of the crazy mixed signals girls send. For example, when a girl giggles whenever shes around you or you can tell that she is bashful after telling you a compliment, what does this mean?! All I know is that girls are pretty fascinating.

Girls are born with the following:
1) An innate ability to feel sympathy for anyone.
2) The ability to somehow talk about such a simple topic and bring irrelevant topics.
3) The ability to conceal their true intentions/feelings

Scary. I think I can speak on behalf of all men past and present when I say we've all been fooled by a girl's charm. Maybe its natural for them to look pretty and attractive but sometimes, we get pulled in by the subtlest of actions. Why can't girls confess their feelings first sometimes? Why must it always be up to the guy to muster up the courage and the balls to ask the world changing question? Its wonderful if we get the girl but its just plain awkward when she rejects you and you stay "just friends". Hence guys have a difficult time confessing their feelings. We assume that all your actions are ways of flirting. We assume that you're indirectly asking us to ask you out. Or maybe thats just how you are and we're completely misinterpreting your casual communication skills as flirting. This is not to say that girls are evil in any way. Hope no one got that vibe from this post. All I'm merely saying is that girls are mysterious. Period. No more no less. Us guys love to see girls and be around girls. Its like that missing part of life that gets filled up. We enjoy your company, we really do. Its just that we often misinterpret everything you guys say or do. We can't live with you, can't live without you. Simple yet so mysterious. The life and workings of the female will always be located in the mysterious beyond of the male's brain.

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Bible Progress - 1 Samuel 8

Young, Naive, and Stupid

Its times like these when you realize the heart-aching fact: time will never go backwards. I will never get any younger anymore but slowly countdown to my own demise (or pleasant death). Sad but true. They do say that wisdom comes with age. I guess its one of the perks of aging but I think I rather have my carefree, youthful days. When I look back to when I was a teenager, I was pretty young, naive, and stupid. Maybe its just me or maybe we all go through that "middle-high school" phase where we feel like either 1) we rule the world, 2) the world revolves around us, or the obnoxious 3) the world revolves around us because we rule the world. I look at high schoolers these days and I can sum them up in one world: immature. They are wet behind the ears when it comes to dating, schools, internships, life in general. They are in the phase where one gossip rules all or one failed exam means the world has ended. But thats also what I find so interesting about them. They're so naive about what they'll be like in the next 10 years, after undergrad, maybe some dozen internships, grad school maybe. Then again the life after undergrad is slowly creeping up on me as well.

I pray that I can keep faithful in the fact that God has a plan for me (cliche? yes). Slowly but surely my fellow 2011 classmates are getting their offers for jobs and grad schools. Me? I'm kind of stuck leaving it God's hands. If you read my last post about "let go, let God", you know my stance on leaving it completely to God. Its also a post of accountability so that me, myself will never fall into that category of people. Its March already and today I just turned one year older, still without a plan for life after undergrad. I refuse to just stay at home and not do anything. I'm not gonna get any younger and I want to hit the ground running. I just haven't found my ground to run in yet. Is God testing my faith? Yes. I try to be faithful but creeping from the dark side of my heart are the doubts that are slowly but surely eclipsing my faith. If wisdom comes with age, I hope faith does too. Older people probably see me as young, naive, and stupid as well. I mean I've only lived maybe a quarter of my life and I'm here pondering if the world will end if I don't snag a job by end of May. I'm proud to say that I am wet behind the ears once again after I graduate. I'm in that phase of my life where I feel like the world could be in my grasp again. I just realized how naive I am thinking the world can be mine. But I'm not that stupid to crumble down and cry when my world falls over.

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Bible Progress - Ruth 4

eARTh

So true. What would this world be like without art? Where would people get ideas for anything? How would people express their creativity? Being trained as an artist myself, this quote basically feeds my ego. Its basically saying the world without us artists is just mundane and boring. Somewhat true but not absolute. 

What defines "art"? My 8 years of formal, artistically trained eyes can't even distinguish what really makes art. Sometimes I can understand. It maybe the "wow" factor or the "stop and stare" factor. What makes people stroll across galleries and stop at certain pieces of work? I don't know, maybe its different tastes. On average no one can truly see the Mona Lisa because of the crowd is always present at the Louvre. There are those pieces of work that you can get you awestruck. However theres also the strange handful that gives you the "wth" thoughts. 

Salvador Dali, one of my favs.

James Jean <-------Love this contemporary guy as well. Amazing. Too good to just choose one.

In today's society, art is generally a form of either massive appreciation and criticism. "Who the heck would display such things" or "damn thats impressive". I guess society considers static, visual forms as art. What about the others? By others I mean the writers, the musicians, the everyday photo blogger, and maybe even you who read/write/browse tumblrs and blogs. Artists are so selfish. They want to keep that title to themselves. The static bunch who create static images unable to break the stasis quo. 

I don't usually see "artists" as ones who can create such beautiful images through words alone. I don't see "artists" as ones who can immerse the audience in a new level of soundscape through the blending and meshing of harmonies and melodies. I don't see "artists" as ones who dazzle consumers through their exquisite use of everyday foods and craft them into tasteful masterpieces.

Personally I believe the title of "artist" is incomplete without "the others". Its just ignorant on their part to exclude people who clearly have the same passions as them, making Earth a non-mundane world.

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Bible Progress - Numbers 26

Cults

Justin Bieber's movie which was released couple of days ago has a 1/10 rating across the board. Critics give it a 62% rating to please some of his mindless female fans but completely lol-ed at the fact that its also in 3D. I have nothing against the guy. I don't like him nor do I hate him. I just think hes starting to get in way over his head. Personally I think that Bieber is not at that stage in his career where a whole movie is dedicated to him. Fan service probably. He just started his career and who knows how long that'll last. Never Say Never has been compared to Michael Jackson's This Is It. That in itself completely outraged probably half the world minus the Bieber girls. The overall summary of that comparison goes something like this: "@$#%$ Bieber %#%$% Bieber @$#!% Bieber @$%# Bieber".

Justin Bieber should just go to Korea. By sheer fangirl power alone he would take over the country. Bieber fans are becoming kpop fangirls, God forbid. They would do anything, ANYTHING, to help their "idols". They create a borderline cult within themselves. It freaks me out to the max when I see some of the stuff fangirls/boys would do to "help" their idols. All I know is that Korean fangirls are mindless zombies, at least American fangirls still retain their human brain, for now anyways. I don't know where these girls get the mindset that sending a letter written in blood during their period is romantic. Why is it okay to spend every single penny of your college savings to buy a useless gift that the celebrity doesn't even care about? Why would you put your entire future in jeopardy dropping out of school "for your celebrity's sake"? No, that is not even classified as peaceful protest. You guys just retarded. Period. 

Guy fans are no different. The SNSD disease has contaminated Korean fanboys. Fanboys are more physically active when it comes to defending their idols' image. Dream Concert couple of years ago stirred up a huge controversy when fanboys were literally beating the crap out of fangirls for booing at SNSD's performance. They justified it as "defending their girlfriend's honor". Many were hospitalized yet none were justified. Police dismissed it as "crude behavior". My patience is severely tested when I read these types of (I dub them) cult stories. I especially get ticked when fangirls and boys spend all their parents' hard earned money into ridiculous junk for the celebrities. Makes me wanna just knock some sense into every single one of them, but that would put me down at their level so I just choose to lol behind my computer screen like a cyber bully. Me writing this entry pretty much puts me down at their level as well anyways. I can almost see Bieber fangirls becoming this. Hopefully American girls will have a little more common sense than these mindless, non-human korean fans. Its stuff like this that completely degrades a generation as a whole. Wake up Generation Y, its time to start living like human beings, not post-apocalyptic-brainless-inhumane beaches. 

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Bible Progress - Numbers 15

Eye Iza Kollage Stewdant

I think that is how I write my papers. Its been a year now since I've written a paper for a class. Back in the days of AP Lang and Lit, I used to be beastly in writing papers. Ironically I outscored my non-asian counterparts in both reading and writing on the SATs yet failed miserably on the math section. Those glorious days are gone now. I had to write a paper for my Asian American class. It was a measly 4-pages but it seemed like an eternity to me.

I remember days when I used to love writing, especially during the xanga era. Its kind of embarrassing when I read over my past entries. Such emo-ness. Whatever was on my mind I ranted and vented through xanga. It felt good at the time when you would see those eprops rack up. The joy of writing carried over to high school. I took AP Language as well as AP Literature. Both classes I did ok on the AP exam (not that it matters in college) but I can recall bs-ing everything with my lovely friend, sparknotes.

In college my writing skills took plummeted. I assumed that since the university makes everyone take WRT 105 and 205, my writing skills would improve. I did get good grades but I feel like my writing skill decreased. Maybe its not the skill but rather the desire to write. I hate writing such formal papers like my sociology paper. Its definitely not my style. It took me less than 6 minutes to write this much on my blog but it took me 1 hr to write this much on my sociology paper. Blogging has definitely kept me writing about whatever the heck I want. Sometimes I get this desire to write hence most of my blog entries are just random mumbojumbo. I like it. I am a pretty "go with the flow" guy myself and I guess it sort of carried over to everything I do, including writing...and my sociology paper. Fail -.-;;

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Bible Progress - Numbers 1

Apples to Apples

Transmedia is flooded with Apple. You can almost smell the fruitiness of it from a mile away. I dare you to bring the new Windows phone to Shaefer, you may not leave alive. VPA is so immersed in Appleness that a PC user is basically shunned from everything. Walking down the halls of shaefer, students are working on their Macbooks in all forms: pro, air, vintage, ibook, g4s. We text, schedule, and do assignments on our iPhones and for the handful that are better off, iPads. I can always spot a VPA major in an academic environment. We always tend to write "notes" on our laptops or our sketchbooks. Half of the time we draw our notes in our sketchbooks and for some odd reason, we have our own dress code. Our professors are decked out in the most prestigious apple gear. Shaefer, ComArt, Crouse, and the Warehouse are havens for mac users and hell for PC users. 

Want to print something? Gotta print it from a mac. 

Want to use internet? Safari and Chrome only. 

Everywhere you go you see the shining apple logo from everyone's macbooks and the familiar text tone of the iPhone. I admit, I have conformed to this apple nation. I can't help it. I wouldn't be able to do anything if I didn't have my Mac. In fact I've become so immersed in it that I have lost the ability to work a PC. I was trying to set up my personal preferences in the library PCs but I completely forgot how to change even my wallpaper. Apple has become my choice for tech. I cannot work with any other phone except my iPhone (and some of the Droids). Our professors absolutely despise and hate Windows with a burning passion. The first day of CAR 430 last semester was spent as a rant-fest of how we all hated Windows. The first hour of TRM 451 this semester was spent as a bash-fest on Blackberries. The nerd rage that goes on in class is my source of entertainment on Mondays and Tuesdays. Its interesting because ironically, those that hate Microsoft can't work without MS Office. Honestly I'm a 80% mac person. The other 20% goes out to Windows for gaming and MS Office. 

I'm an apple convert and probably will stay that way for the rest of my life. I think all my fellow readers who are designers, producers, writers, artists, or just creatives in general can agree with me when I say Apple is definitely catered towards the creatives. Rarely do you see apple products in Whitman or Life Sciences. Overall it just comes down to personal preference unless you reside in one of the VPA buildings. Than you're forced to join the apple fanatics cult.

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Bible Progress - Leviticus Ch.2

We Weren't Born to Follow

I refuse to conform to society.
So why should I conform to the nonconformists?

I refuse to be ignored.
It doesn't mean I'll be arrogant.

I refuse to be silent.
It doesn't mean I'll shout out hypocrisy.

I refuse to be prideful.
So I just won't let up any room for self absorbing thought.

I refuse to be violent.
Doesn't mean I won't fight back.

I refuse to be pushed aside.
So I'll march against the main problem.

I refuse to be melting away in a melting pot.
So I'll be the one stirring the pot.

I refuse to be utterly destroyed.
So I'll stand up in the path of a devastating tank.

I refuse to be the book everyone reads.
I'll be the author of thousands.

I refuse to be a chicken, spending everyday of my life looking at the ground.
So I'll be the eagle, spending everyday of my life soaring above the clouds.

I refuse to change the world.
I want to be the catalyst for thousands to change the world.

I refuse to be drowned in my own evil.
So I'll build an ark.

I refuse to have my beliefs trampled.

I refuse to have my morals spat on.

I refuse to let my inner devil take control.

I refuse to let my inner saint be overpowered.

I refuse to follow the world.

Because we weren't born to follow.

I refuse to walk away when He calls.

This I will not refuse.

-Etrnl Creativity 2011

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Bible Progress - Genesis Ch.37

4.0

I think I can honestly say that my whole winter break was spent anxiously waiting for the last two of my grades to be posted on myslice. I religiously spammed myslice and even made it my front page of chrome. After all that waiting and anticipation, finally all my grades came out like 30 minutes ago. Its then I realized my anticipation and anxiousness was for nought.

Its always those last few classes that either make it or break it. This semester the last two grades I was waiting just happened to be the ones that I've been most anxious for. The first class I felt like I bombed. I thought I did mediocre at best on the final and apparently I missed one report that needed to be handed in. The other class was my most anticipated "gpa booster" class. I was pretty certain I got no worse than an A just because I feel I spent most of my time into this class and produced stellar work. 30 minutes ago my world flipped upside down. I checked myslice and there they were, the last two grades. Oddly though they seemed to have swapped places with each other because there was no way I did this good in Geography and this bad in Studio. Go figure, art classes never grade fairly.

In my whole life I've never gotten a 4.0 or straight A's. The closest I've come is probably around 3.8 back in high school. I guess I'm not cut out to be a scholar. It never bothered me though. What bothered me about college is the way I anticipate a certain grade in a class and never seem to get it, be it good or bad. Thats why I absolutely (can't believe I'm saying this) love academic classes. No I'm not a teacher's pet nor am I a super student, I merely just love academic classes because their syllabi (syllabuses?) are always straight forward. 10% attendance, 30% exam, 40% final, 10% participation, etc. In the end, you can always calculate to a certain extent your final grade give or take a few percent. Art classes make no sense whatsoever. They're syllabi always states "do your best" or "we expect this level of work" nonsense. It's frustrating that "your best" gets you a B- (or some other lower than expected grade). It should just say "grades will be given according to professor's own opinion" and none of this "10% participation, 50% portfolio, 40% final" blah blah blahness. While other schools around the University have a 3.4 honors gpa, VPA has a 3.2 while architecture goes down even to a 3.0. The sad part is not many make these thresholds. Those that do are either 1) teachers pet 2) prodigy or 3) have legendary bs-ing skills. I really thought that this semester would be "the" semester for me where I could finally break the 3.6ish area. I felt like I've been doing excellent in all my classes (except Geo at the very end). The reality of studio classes came back to kick my ass again, hard. I didn't fail the studio class, just under-achieved.

I've been really wishing to achieve a 4.0 at some point but to do that I've only got one chance, one semester left. How much harder do I have to work in order to achieve this feat in an opinion-based learning environment? I'm fine pushing myself beyond my limits. Even then that'll probably net me a B+. Or maybe I should just take the easy way and level up my bs-ing skills to post legendary.

The Artist in Me

Recently I stumbled upon my old online portfolio. 

Reminiscence. 

No matter how far I stray from myself, the artist in me always pulls me back to my basics, creating art. Those were the good times where I aspired to be a great artist. Nowadays that passion is all but diminished. Passions may die, but art is forever.

Figure drawing from sophomore year in Syracuse

(This one is my personal favorite: Tribute to PreCalculus)

The 3-part study of the primary colors done in high school for my AP Studio Art "Exam" (and my college admission portfolio which ultimately got me into VPA)

One of my personal favorites done freshman year in Syracuse. Simplicity vs. Complexity.

Sometimes I wish I continued to pursue and hone my artistically trained mind. On the flip side, I'm glad I chose a new direction. 

Jacks

Recently I had a conversation with my roommates about our future. We were reviewing each others' resumes, talking about potential companies to work for, etc. The question that came up was "What is your top selling point?" It dawned on me that I've become a "Jack of all trades, master of none". Over the past 4 years I've picked up skills I never would've even thought of getting a chance to. Who would've thought that I would learn to make films, music, or even learn how to speak Java or ASCii. Who would've thought my eyes could be trained to be keen on design or that my ears could be trained to pick up every little detail that composes a song. Maybe this was my purpose for coming to Syracuse. I can't imagine picking up any of these skills had I have gone to RISD or Parsons. Thank God for more of an "open" institution.

Its nice having a wide range of flexibility but at the same time its quite limiting because "anything I can do, someone can do better". In society today, people prefer an expert, a master in a particular field of profession. No one wants to choose the teacher over the electrician or vice versa. I guess I'm screwed because I still have not found that one thing I want to/can master. As job applications pile up and the nail-biting process of opening reply mails continue, I hope I chose the right path for myself. If I had gone and pursued one skill to master would I be better off? I'd be a master in that field but I'd lose my flexibility. After being a so called "jack", I've noticed it does come with its benefits that a master cannot comprehend. It may not land me a job right away, but it does come with its perks. Jacks are pretty much shunned in the job market but who's to say Jacks can't succeed. 

Do I secretly want to be a Jack of all trades, master of none? Deep down somewhere within my subconscious is a desire to be a master of everything. I want to be good at everything I've learned. Realistically that's never going to happen so for the moment I'll humbly accept my title of Jack. 

In due time may God grant me the desire to become a master of one (or two). 

Subtlety

Friday night was sort of an eye opener. The usual praise and prayer night where we sing songs and pray about certain topics, nothing out of the ordinary. Towards the end one of the prayer topics Jenny Ahn mentioned was praying for the people who influenced you as well as people you have influenced. Thoughts swirled around as I knelt to pray in thankfulness for the people have influenced my life. On the flip side it also made me worry about the people I have influenced. I'm a big believer in subtle influence. You don't necessarily have to be a huge impact on someones' life but in the end, anything you say or do can and will influence others whether it be for the better or worse.

Everyone wants a role model as well as be a good one for others. I'm no different. When Jenny mentioned the topic, I think I replayed my entire 4 years here at Syracuse in less than 10 minutes. I know for a fact that there are people who have influenced my life. A lot of people probably don't know that they have influenced me in very subtle ways. I guess what made me worry is that humans have this extraordinary power of influence. Did I influence people for the better or for the worse? My 2 years of being a small group leader, my 3 years of church leadership, my 4 years of being present in Syracuse, I pray they have been fruitful. I guess part of the reason I decided not to be a family group leader this year is for that exact reason. I don't want to be in that position where I can influence someone's life drastically. I rather be subtle about it.

Thanks to certain subtle influential figures, I am who I am. Your subtle acts of kindness and faith changed my life and I hope I can do the same for the future generations.

We have the power to influence people. What a scary yet reassuring thought that we have the power to carve the future.

The Fail List

Music player:

Browser:

Search engine:

Office:

Phone:

Operating System:

Company:

Dear Microsoft,

Its time to innovate.

Man Caves

Call me lame but one of my life long dreams is to set up my own man cave.

Man Cave: A room, space, corner, or area of a dwelling that is specifically reserved for a male person to be in solitary condition, away from the rest of the household in order to work, play, involve himself in certain hobbies, activities without interruption. This area is usually decorated by the male that uses it without interference from any female influence. (urbandictionary)

Current "man cave": Faithful companion the macbook pro, Shure SRH440 headphones, KRK Rokit5 studio monitors, M-Audio es61 midi controller, M-Audio Fasttrack MKII interface, Marshall single cone amp, excessive guitars both mine and loans from friends.

Andrew's "man cave": Visio LED 26" TV, bose stereo speakers, iBuyPower custom gaming computer, xbox 360, modded wii, excessive gadgets you've never heard of.

Dream?

or this!!!!!!!

Since all this doesn't come free,  its all a dream. But at the moment lets enjoy what God has already blessed us with.


1 Timothy 6:17

Who do you wanna be when you grow up?

I wanna be an Andrew Chung, soooooooooo frikin bad
Buy all of the things I've never had
I wanna be on the cover of, Gamer's magazine
Smiling with my xbox and modded wii

Oh everytime I close the blinds, I see my games in HD light
A different system every night, oh I swear
The world better prepare
For when I'm an Andrew Chung

Yeah I would have a game like rambo
I would be the playa of, everyday game day
Give rambo your wish list
I'd probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
And adopt of bunch of babies that ain't never had it
Give away a few ps3's like here baby have this
And last but not least grant somebody their first wish
Its been a couple years since he's been single so
You can call him Rambo Claus minus the Ho Ho
Get it, hehe, I'd probably visit where 50k tuition hit
And damn sure do a lot more than Cantor did
Yeah can't forget about him stupid
Everywhere he goes hes gonna have his own theme music

Oh everytime I close the blinds, I see my games in HD light

A different system every night, oh I swear

The world better prepare

For when I'm an Andrew Chung

Oh oooh oh ooooh for when I'm an Andrew Chung

Oh oooh oh ooooh for when I'm an Andrew Chung

He'd be playing wii sports with the President

Dunking on his delegates

Then he'll compliment him on his gamer's etiquette

Toss a couple speakers in the air just for the heck of it

But keep the boses, lexicons, and synergies completely seperate

And yeah he'll be in a whole new sc bracket

We in lag nation but let him take a crack at it

He'll probably take whatever cable lags and just tear it up

So everybody that he loves can have a latency free comp

And not a single gamer around him would know what hungry was

Eating free food he gives proudly

I know we all have a similar dream

Go to your computer pull out your mouse

And put it in the air and sing

I wanna be an Andrew Chung, soooooooooo frikin bad

Buy all of the things I've never had

I wanna be on the cover of, Gamer's magazine

Smiling with my xbox and modded wii

(wuddup Wayne Chen hahaaaa)

Oh everytime I close the blinds, I see my games in HD light

A different system every night, oh I swear

The world better prepare

For when I'm an Andrew Chung

-Dan

Welcome to 607 Walnut

So what is the average day like in the 607?

7:00am - The producer wakes up
7:05am - The producer showers, brushes teeth, does hair
7:07am - The producer goes back to sleep
7:45am - The engineer's alarm clock wakes up the whole house
8:00am - The engineer's alarm clock is still ringing...
8:03am - The producer wakes up again
8:05am - The producer showers, brushes, teeth, does hair...again
8:10am - The producer heads to class
8:13am - The engineer wakes up
8:15am - The engineer runs to bathroom
8:35am - The engineer exits the bathroom
8:40am - The engineer falls back asleep
8:50am - The engineer lingers out the door
9:00am - The rambo "wakes" up
9:01am - The rambo falls back asleep
4:30pm - The producer comes back home and wonders where his roommates are
4:31pm - The producer needs to go to the bathroom but is occupied by the rambo
4:40pm - Still occupied...
4:45pm - Still..............
4:46pm - The rambo comes out with manga
4:47pm - The producer runs to bathroom
4:48pm - The engineer comes home and runs to bathroom
4:49pm - The producer comes out and and the engineer goes in
5:00pm - The producer and engineer enjoy their afternoon estimating electricity costs while the rambo watches the korean drama
5:30pm - The engineer starts to his work and the producer goes to bother the rambo
5:35pm - The producer is finished bothering the rambo and they play a round of dota
6:00pm - The rambo and the producer finish their game, goes to the engineer's room only to find him passed out
6:01pm - The rambo and the producer play paparazzi
6:05pm - The engineer wakes up and both the producer and the engineer "rape" the rambo
6:17pm - Rape session cut short due to physical abuse from the rambo with his massive thighs
6:18pm - The engineer and the producer pop the "Geu let JJUH!!!!" line...
6:19pm - They are both running for their lives
7:00pm - The producer makes dinner
7:03pm - The producer eats half of the dinner while cooking
7:30pm - Dinner is served!
8:00pm - All three go to the rambo's room to chill
8:01pm - Rambo rapefest round 2 commences
8:04pm - Rambo rapefest round 2 cut short due to bloating
8:05pm - Engineer and producer fall asleep on rambo's bed
8:06pm - Rambo yells "get off my bed!!!!"
8:30pm - Still yelling "get off my bed!!!!"
8:31pm - Rapefest round 3
9:00pm - Bumfest
9:02pm - Rapefest round 4
9:05pm - Bumfest
9:05pm - 11:30pm - rinse and repeat previous 4 steps
12:00am - good night!!
1:00am - the engineer's alarm clock wakes up the whole house...again
1:02am - Engineer rapefest......
1:05am - goodnight.....