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| This is a real excerpt from a textbook called Profit Without Honor, White-Collar Crime and the Looting of America:
Toxic Terrorism can assume any of three forms....
The Sale of Dangerous Chemicals....
One such pesticide, for example, has been sold regularly to the Philippines. "Unaware of the chemical's harmful effects, three rural tribesmen once turned hoses on each other as a joke. They all died."
Zoolander anyone?
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| Something is definitely wrong. I normally have weird dreams from time to time but these days, it seems like I've been bombarded with nightmares every night. I guess my mom appropriately named me Joseph for a reason. Is God trying to tell me something?
As most of whoever is reading this might know, I'm not much for publicizing to the world about my problems, especially on xanga, so you guys know how serious this is. This entire school year, it has been dream after dream of just all these psycho thoughts that put me in a semi-traumatic state for the first 5 minutes after I wake wondering if I've really been shot, if the killer was still next to my window, or just recently, if my upper jaw was still attached to my face.
I understand the costs of what I'm sharing. You might think I'm crazy after you read this. But all I ask of you is to know that all I'm asking for is prayer, a prayer of peace, a prayer of joy, and a prayer of redemption from or at least understanding of these twisted images that play back in my head during what is supposed to be the most serene part of my entire day.
Just as a declaimer, the following material is not at all pleasant and will reveal how effed up unconscious thoughts can get. Reader discretion is advised.
It is now 5:00 AM and I just woke up about 15 minutes ago from a nightmare I was enduring of which I thought lasted all night. Besides all the minute details and for the sake of making a long story short, my upper jaw came off and I had to clamp it down by clenching my teeth together as I desperately tried to catch rotting pieces of tooth that were dripping from my mouth. I was able to take the entire top row of teeth out of my mouth and almost completely detach it from my face if I wasn't throwing up all the time. As most dreams, it felt so real. It sucks how I somehow mysteriously know what it feels like to take my upper jaw off my face.
Another dream I had a couple days ago involved my mom taking me to a huge conference hall and asking me to collect pillows from a group of five fresh corpses that a killer laid underneath their heads. I refused and ended up going next door to where I apparently lived only to find myself kicking away old pieces of rusted metal out of my path so I can get through to my room. Wondering where all the scraps came from, I quickly realized they were all children sized coffins. About 30-40 of them. Upon hearing the news of the cops' failure to capture the perpetrator, I quickly locked the front door. Realizing my one story house was surrounded by windows, I became petrified by the sound of footsteps approaching the nearest window. He came and I woke up.
I'm normally a happy guy. I notice a beautiful day when I see one. I've witnessed the love of God before and consistently in my carousel of life. But I often wonder if the stress in my mind is really worth the hassle of exposure, the robbing of serenity of the listener, or even the negligence of prayer. I mean, compared to the problems of the citizens of North Korea, the children of Gulu, Uganda, or especially, the hearts foreign to the love of God, I feel like the ocean of headache I'm drowning in is merely a puddle of trivials.
Please, don't get me wrong. I'm not some psychopath who has a yearning desire to eff with my mind at night. I have pleasant dreams too. But regardless of whether I wake up under a blanket of euphoria or over a pool of cold sweat, all I ask for is wisdom and understanding. That's what I need. For those of you willing to ask the Almighty to spare me some, please, please do. And let me know if you do. Don't hide behind your humility and keep it to yourself because one of the most humblest things I believe you can do is tell someone you're praying for them and not feel an ounce of self-pride by doing it.
For you who joined me until the end, I send my most sincere gratitudes and hope your finals or vacation goes well for you. | | |
| Marvelous Disasters - Edenhurst - Joe Choi
Sing me a song you refuse to sing and tell me a story that you hate to tell
I've shared myself long enough to fill your lungs with my breath so use it to speak your words
The sun has never been darker. Its warmth sends cold shivers straight to your spine
And just when you feel like hope just got closer you then see the crooked glass you have been looking through all this time
You ache to cry but the people, they stare and your eyes thirst for tears but you don't even dare
Instead you clench your fists to the rock that your heart as become and you sink to the sounds of your
"What if's" and "Maybe's" and "I should have done's" and the realization that failure has won
But when will you notice and look around to see that everything is just as it was before your fall?
How come I can't get you to see that the world you know is nothing like
The tears and the false promises you know so well?
If you could only find that fate won't hesitate when you fall down
You'll see your marvelous disasters were all meant to be.
Miss you guys already. | | |
| The Pretty Harmonical Music Party ExtravaganzaEVERYONE. I NEED YOUR ABSOLUTE UNDIVIDED ATTENTION.
You are cordially invited to The Pretty Harmonical Music Party Extravaganza.
My band will be playing a couple tunes along with some other VERY TALENTED musicians. Here's the line up:
Ruth Cho from UCLA
Seriously - Alex Yi's band that won Kollaboration this past year
Edenhurst - Jeannie Bay (UCLA), David Lee (Dag from CSUF), Daniel Han (DHan from UC Irvine), and myself
and very special guests
MISS VINTAGE - Philadelphia (Jason Min, Joe Chai, Colin Leaman, Brian Skulski)
WHEN:
Saturday, April 21, 2007 at 7:00 pm
WHERE:
All Nations Church (ANC)
10000 Foothill Blvd.
Lake View Terrace, 91342 - 7040
WHY:
Missions fundraiser
To play really loud music just for fun
If you guys want anymore information about it, call me at (213) 447-9560 or email me at joechoi107@gmail.com for more details.
Cover charge is ONLY $5. Soooooooooooooooooooo cheap.
Peace.
Go here for the event site:
http://uci.facebook.com/event.php?eid=2318197861&ref=mf
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| As William Wallace triumphantly put......
FREEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOMMMM~~~!!!!!!!!!!! | | |
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