The job offer.

I'm not sure what is going through my head right now, but whatever it is, it's too much.

I had a casual interview this morning with a friend of my brothers. He owns a partnership with a few others on this small business that deals with transporting shipments internationally and domestically. From our conversation, I can tell he is an honest and a straightforward businessman, and for some odd reason he has decided to put all this trust into me. He wants someone to be with the company for a long time, not just another part-timer. If I say yes, then I am in. I'm not sure what's going to happen, but this decision will significantly change my future.

You know what really grinds my gears?

Getting a flat tire on the way to school. GAY! I was already running late for class and that mishap just made it official. I was debating of whether to call AAA roadside assistance or not, but it would've taken too long for them to arrive. So I just changed it myself. Yet another horrible experience relative to Cal Poly Pomona.

In other news, I've been recording non-stop. Either it being only by myself or with good friends making appearances in different tracks, this shit is fun.

Woke up and for the first time..

the animals were gone.

I have been enjoying my weekends very much in the new year. The condenser mic came in yesterday, and I quickly rushed to Brian's house to see it. We quickly tested it out and the results were nice. And tonight, I made my first full official recording with this new gadget. I am having quite a lot of fun right now, this feeling is quite different.

I called off work today, and a good day to call off indeed. I'm not sure why I called in, but I just felt like doing something else rather than selling golf equipment for the day. The day off was taken advantage of course. Christine came over early today and we continued practicing for our album. And she left mid-afternoon to continue with her studying. I then took my mother to Rosemead to visit the temple in which we gave prayers to our grandparents and my father. We picked up Hannah on the way home and my mother insisted on asking her "How are you?" Hannah responded and my mom had nothing else to say, and we both laughed. Hannah and I decided to order pizza for the night and Michelle, Brian, and Glenn came over. It was a nice little pizza party on a Sunday night. I enjoyed my day off today.

Recording is now a new hobby of mine.

This bad quality of mine.

I'm not sure what it was that made me this way, but I need to grow up.

I get somewhat attached to people. Some bonds are of course stronger than others. For some reason, I get that unique connection with certain people and I ultimately give that person my full trust. I slowly make myself completely vulnerable. Not a second thought in my mind, I end up believing that the other person would feel the same. Very childish and a very bad quality of mine. Maybe it's the remnants of when my father left me that caused me to have this phobia of companionship. I fear being neglected, and I fear being left behind.

This results with it being unfair to those who I am friends with. It gives them an extra burden that they do not need. I get bitter and complicated when I sense someone leaving me, which in reality is stupid because they aren't. I'm still young.

It was just the other day.

If you miss the train I'm on
Count the days I'm gone
You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
Hundred miles, honey baby, lord, lord, lord.
And you'll hear that whistle blow hundred miles.

I am losing character. Well, rather than saying I am losing it, I should say it is simply changing. My integrity has been weary for some time. I know what I want now, but I will probably never have it. I have a destination now, but I will most likely never reach it. People come and go, but there are always a selected few who will always find their way back home. I find myself in different places with new surroundings, but I tend to always find my way back home. It's hard to find good company sometimes, but you will never find it untill you find your way back home.

I have a graduation present in mind for myself.

So simple in the moonlight.

It was Chrisha's 18th birthday bash this weekend, and I was one of her roses. It was a very grand and well-organized celebration. Over 200 fancy suits and dresses filled the room with a maximum capacity of 77. I could tell that Mr. and Mrs. Busuego were both quite drained from the planning, but it was a happy night for Chrisha.
It was also Rhea's 22nd birthday as well this weekend. It was celebrated at RA, a place that always reaches its capacity level every Sunday night. I always enjoy attending an event with co-workers, because I believe that if you can get along with the people that you work with, there is a high possibility of a stronger bond outside of work. Anyways, the night reminded me of my birthday not so long ago, but I wasn't the attention this time around. Rhea was in tears when I showed up. I asked her what was wrong and she replied that she was so blessed to have all these people here for her. Awww. I had Christine accompany me for the night and she seemed very nervous at first, but things got smoother when we bumped into Marty and Kate. They were there for another birthday that was going on. Christine and I ended up spending the rest of the night with those two and their party and drank away. Everywhere I looked I saw a familiar face, it was a good time.

Amongst all the birthdays that were being celebrated, I managed to squeeze in as much music time as possible. Brian and I both chipped in for a condenser microphone, a first step to quality recording. And for two nights in a row, Christine and I have been practicing on our upcoming cover album. It's coming together pretty nicely, I'd say. If you'd like a copy, let me know.

What a smooth criminal.

I got ready for work, I got out of my driveway, and I drove down my block. I saw a few cop cars parked irregularly along the street with some neighbors outside gossiping. I recognized one of the neighbors and I asked him what had happened. Apparently there was a robbery that had occured at one of the houses on the opposite end of my street. As he was witnessed commiting that crime by some bystanders, he sprinted away. He ran through the street, passing my house, making it all the way to the other end. The cops found him not so long after, he was hiding in one of the trashcans that was set alongside the curb.

This happened at Noon, mind you. The brightest hour of the day.

Sorry I missed your call.

I finally contacted my cell phone provider today to reset my voice mail password. It's been about seven months since the last time I had recollection of what my old password was. So with the newly made password, I was granted access to my overfilled mailbox. Here are some of them.

July 11th, Brian Rocke: Yooo, whaddup man I was just wondering if you wanted to chill today. Lets go hit up Genki Sushi for happy hour man. Get some sushi, one dollar beers, weed, good times! Hit me up!

July 15th, Johnna Davisson: Hey David, sorry but I am heading to the beach right now with my mom. I'll be back around 4 so maybe we can do a photoshoot around 5? We can get dinner afterwards too. Have you chosen a location yet? Call me!

July 31th, Mother: David, have you made it to Vegas already? You know I get worried, why aren't you calling to tell me where you are. You can't just go wild and forget about your family back home, call me back asap! (Hahaha, mother is funny)

August 5th, Mark Aten: Hey David, it's Mark from work. So Steven couldn't come in so I was wondering if you can come in anytime tonight. Let me know. Thanks.

August 12th, Waldo Osuna: David Wong!! Where you at? Come to applebees!

August 12th, Lawrence Chong: Hey David, sorry for not being able to be reached today. So is it still going on for tomorrow? If it is just come over and knock the door. Just try to call this number if you can.

August 17th, Sean Wong: Lake Elsinore is too far away, go online and check if Corona or Riverside has a teller opening. Let me know if they are.

September 5th, Mother: Hey David, There are some noodles at home, eat it when you get home. If it is too bland, add some soy sauce.

September 8th, Jason Wong: Hey it's Jason, call me back. I might need you to come pick me up.

November 10th, Sean Wong: Hey david, check out some private dealers as well. Get a list of them and we will go check them out tomorrow.

November 15th, Maria ????: Hi this is Maria, I was calling inquiring about your car for sale? I am interested. let me know.

Do you promise not to tell?

Whoa-oh, oh.

Singing songs and sharing music till three in the morning is a new hobby of mine now.

Thank you for the music-filled night, and happy birthday.

I ain't no businessman or anything.

It is getting pretty clear as to what this major is all about. I've been quite neglectful. Creeping up from behind like a zombie's thirst for my flesh, it is time for me to turn around. It got me by surprise as to how far I have gotten without it sneaking up on me. But I know what to do now, and I'll get it done, no doubt about that. The question is, will it sustain with me for the rest of my life? I think not. I think I have chosen the wrong path.

Two more quarters.

Some people, sometimes.

They often get mad at the world because people have betrayed them, but they tend to forget that there are a selected few who still cares for them.

You tend to complain that you lack someone that you can always count on and look up to, and it disappoints me every time to see that I haven't fulfilled that role yet. Please don't use me for your conveniences only, be consistent about it.

Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind

I still have yet to see that movie, and it's just lying there on my drawer unwrapped. I'm not sure why I am avoiding it, maybe because I already have this wonderful vivid depiction of it and I don't want to be disappointed.

I made some decorative adjustments in my room recently, thanks to a certain someone. It was quite a comforting surprise this past weekend. A good friend of mine placed a present for my belated and some flowers for my mom on my porch. It was very unexpected, but it was very heartwarming.

School starts tomorrow, and my schedule looks like this:

Monday and Wednesday, 4-6
Tuesday and Thursday, 10-3, 6-8

With the wind in my eyes.

With a quick end to a very lovely December, a new year is now upon us. Two Thousand Nine was a better year, that is, compared to Two Thousand Eight.

It was a year of maturity and realism, a year that significantly shaped me into becoming an adult. I met some new faces and was dealt with new responsibilities. New friends were made and I adopted two new hobbies; photography and blogging. The house is now occupied by my mother and I only and I purchased a new car. I traveled to the canyons of Arizona and to the rooftops of New York. I started on my snowboarding venture, which led me fracturing my tailbone. I lost all sense of time and sleep while roaming the streets of Vegas. I lost all sense of miles and laughter while driving to San Francisco. My credit card was maxed out and the banks were on my tail. The first annual Wongsgiving was born and the beginning of DWP was launched. Witnessed my first baseball game and pondered among the stars in Griffith. Introduced four friends into chords and strumming while exploring the final fantasies with my neice and nephew. I took up the sport of Golf, employed by the sport of Golf. Discovering Washington D.C. in the eerie hours at night and discovering you through a note left on my desk. Watched the Beatles "Love," Cirque Du Soleil and witnessed Miss Lewis and Mr. Oberst live. Killed over a thousand zombies at the age of 22, with a great gathering at the birthday.

It wasn't that bad of a year.

-Keep Calm and Carry On-