Spacelicious

I like these vids of Last For One...version one and version 2.

 

 

 

 

 

 

BeatBoxer : Eun-Jun

I got this link off a friend's site and i liked it! so i'm sharing it for those who appreciates it as well.

 

Im sure you all have days when you want to do this, being in the business that we are...
 
ANGER MANAGEMENT
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialled it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f**in number!"
and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an arsehole!" and hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word 'arsehole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an arsehole!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'arsehole' calling would have to stop.
So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telstra.
I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"
He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.
I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an arsehole!"
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first arsehole ( I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW arsehole, too.
I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
"Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.
"Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Don Hansen," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
"I'm home every evening after five."
"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"
"Yes?"
"Don, you're an arsehole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two arseholes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called Arsehole #1.
"Hello."
"You're an arsehole!" (But I didn't hang up.) "Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Don Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"Arsehole, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, arsehole," and hung up.
Then I called Arsehole #2. "Hello?" he said.
"Hello, arsehole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your arse," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, arsehole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two arseholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.
NOW I feel much better. Anger management really works

Young Asians in America come in many forms. Below are the major categories.
Most Asians fit into multiple groups.
For example, Rice-boys can also be Fobs and many Tabs are Fobulous. The only groups that are never part of another group are the Twinkies and the Asian-Americans. Claim your Fobbiness!

The categories below are to be taken lightheartedly. Read, recognize and laugh.
TWINKIE, or BANANA
Besides your nationality, there is little to distinguish you from white people. Your significant other is not Asian and never has been. You have few Asian friends, if any. You are embarrassed at family events because you cannot speak your language and everyone has to switch to English to communicate with you. You have no idea that the other types of Asians on this list even exist. You think Hello Kitty is dumb and do not know what Sanrio is. You are the only Asian on this list that does not know what Bubble Tea is. You drive a Ford or some other domestic car and if you drive a Honda, it is stock .

ASIAN-AMERICAN
You claim yourself as Asian, but real Asians think you're whitewashed and non-Asians see you as a foreigner. You fit in nowhere. You have heard of Bubble Tea but have never actually had any. You are confused about your cultural identity and express this frustration through spoken word performances at your college. You read a magazine and think it's great. You do not know who Leon, Aaron, Sammi, Niki, or Kangta are You are only vaguely aware of the other Asians below.

FOB (Fresh Off tha Boat)
You were not born in America. You know who Leon, Aaron, Sammi, Niki, and Kangta are. In fact, you have seen them at Atlantic City or Las Vegas recently. You speak your native language fluently and so do all your friends. You do not have any non-Asian friends. Your parents do not speak any English. When you speak English, you like to make everything plural. You get extremely good grades in school. You cannot dance. Your fashion sense comes from whatever country you're from and you incorporate nothing from American fashion into your wardrobe.

SUPERFOB
Your command of the English language is minimal and you don't care. You like dim sum chicken feet. You do not own a single CD, VCD, Video game, or DVD that isn?™t bootlegged. Your only hangout is Chinatown. All the lights in your house are fluorescent. You dry your cloths outside your window. You need a haircut. You either smell like cigarettes or food.

FOBABEE
You are an Asian-American or Twinkie who has recently "awoken". You have a newly found fetish of Asian girls/boys. You have taken the Asian Studies course at college. You are trying to learn as much as possible about your culture to make up for your lifetime of trying to be white (Twinkie ; Banana) or Black Chigger; Thousand year old egg. If you are lucky, you will grow to become Fobulous.

GANGSTA FOB
You have shot another Asian. Your favorite hangout is a pool hall. When you talk, you sound like a cross between a Fob and an urban black kid. Your hair looks silly, but no one will tell you because you'll shoot them. You have a serious gambling problem. You are a Rice-boy, but your mods are cheap and are never painted to match the rest of your car. No one tells you your rice ride looks cheap because you'll shoot them. You want to have a Tab girlfriend, but can only get Hoochie Tabs.

TAB (Trendy Asian Bitch)
You shop at A/X, Bebe, Banana Republic and Club Monaco. You only wear black and will occasionally wear white to "mix it up". You do not weigh more than 105 lbs. You have never paid for dinner at a restaurant in your life. Platform heels are your favorite. You are a makeup expert, in fact, you appear completely flawless. You do not smile in public. You are the object of desire of all Asian men and you know it. You smoke. Your cell phone is completely customized. On the inside flip of your cell phone is a sticker pic of youyou?™re your man. Somewhere in your purse is a Sanrio item. You only date Asian and will only date a boy with a nice car. You are often seen with Rice-boys. You never travel alone. You are either in the company of other Tabs or your Rice-boy boyfriend

HOOCHIE TAB
You are an import car model. Your boobs are not real. There are naked pictures of you floating around on the Internet somewhere. Stiletto heels are your favorite. Your role models are Francine Dee and Kaila Yu. Your boyfriend is a Gangsta Fob. You cheat on your boyfriend. Unlike most Asians, you do not do well in school.

RICE-BOY
You drive an Asian import. Usually a Honda or Acura. Your souped up car (known as a Rice-ride or Rice-rocket) is unrecognizable from it's original stock form. Your exhaust pipe is big enough for your head to fit in. The spoiler on your car looks like it was made by Boeing. The interior of your car also looks like it was designed by Boeing. You always drive like you are racing someone. You are not afraid of dying in a crash, but you are afraid of speed bumps and parking lot on-ramps. The only other person besides yourself who can sit in your car is your 105 lbs Tab girlfriend. If anyone else sits in your car, the entire bottom of it will be touching the ground. Even though your car is a Honda, it goes faster and is worth more than a Lotus Esprit. If you drive a Civic, your dream car is a Supra. If you drive a Supra, your dream car is a Skyline (which you can never have). Poor Rice-boy.

FOBULUS
You speak perfect English and you are fluent in your native language. You have Asian friends as well as non-Asian friends. You listen to Asian pop as well as American music. You are equally aware of both popular American culture and Asian pop culture. You are a good dancer. You date Asian by choice even though you could rock the opposite sex of any other race. You are a good designer and have superior Html skills. For you, FOB stands for Fabulous Oriental Being. You have lots of Asian pride.

Borrowed Shooting Stars album off Philly...absolutely love it! A lot of it is acoustic..but it's just beautiful music, beautiful words.  It's so nice that i want to post up the lyrics of one of the songs.

 

All the rainy Days

 

All the rainy days you walk beside me
you whisper in my ear to guide me
you spread your wings out far
and I can feel your presence now
You're like a hug on a cold night,
I feel safe with you

So lets fly away
to feel the warmth of your sun in my eyes
To be true
It's not a dream to see the endless sky blue.

You wipe the dust from my eyes
so I can see you better
That's all I need to see.
A portrait of you
You pick me up
and wash me when I stumble
You help me to walk again
in your light.

Heaven is near

 

Keep safe everyone.