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Name: Peter
Country: United States
State: Florida
Metro: Tampa Bay Area
Birthday: 12/5/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: All Types of Food, Traveling, Golf, Football, Tennis, Movies, Working Out
Expertise: Innovation, Start-ups, Beating the System, Marketing
Occupation: Entrepreneur
Industry: Church, Web, Internet, Asian A
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AIM:  PenStarX
Member Since:
3/26/2003
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| I need your help! Long story short. If you haven't heard yet about Kenneth Eng, you've probably been studying wayy too much this semester. This Asian American hates Black people, Asian people, White people. And his recent published editorial on why he hates Black people got him and the Editor of AsianWeek fired after a rise of Asian and African American protesting and speaking up. Somehow, my coverage on a blog I wrote got tops in Google searches when you type his name, and was the top site coveraging this story. Learn more here, http://hotaspho.com/2007/02/26/kenneth-eng-hates-blacks-and-so-do-you-apparently/Using that leverage, I got a pesonal phone interview with this mad man tomorrow afternoon. So here's where you come in... I want to ask this man some great questions. I want to get in the mind of someone who is so out-of-touch with reality and want to know how he became soo racist. Please post some questions that you would want to know from Kenneth Eng. (I don't really like giving more press to people who don't deserve it, but I am about learning more about the psychology of people, both positive and negative. Who knows, maybe I can put some sense into the man one day...) Post your questions (serious, fun, off-the-wall) here before tomorrow morning.... | | |
| Today, marks the day of 12 years since my father's sudden heart attack right before my eyes. Today, I celebrate 12 years of my father's time with me here on earth. Today, I honor another 12 years of my life without an earthly father but celebrate those same 12 years with a perfect, Heavenly Father. Today, I'm thankful for 12 years of chosen dependence and another 12 years of unchosen independence. Growing up without a father adds several years to your life or can take away several more. In the crossroads of our life where circumstances you'd never expect hit you harder than you'd ever think, we always have two choices: to grow and gain or to wither and withdraw.
My father was 15 years older than my mother. He was a man that was relentless and fearless. He didn't speak a lot, but his actions spoke louder than any words could. He was a leader and a fighter. He was a Colonel in the Army to fight for freedom for a nation he loved. He lived a tough life and had a tougher wife. My mom never compromised, nor conformed. She always sacrificed what was right and what was best for the family. Just after my father's death, she worked two full time jobs over 80 hours a week. She did this while raising 3 kids and being a committed leader in the church. I am thankful to have two incredible, supporting role models.
Although my father is not with me today, his death brought me new life. There isn't a day where I don't think about my father. There isn't a day where I am not inspired to achieve greater goals and to dream bigger dreams because of him. There isn't a day where I find refuge in trying to add more value in other people's life. There will never be a day where my father's death won't stretch me or inspire me to be better. There will never be a day as hard as it was seeing my father pass right before my eyes.
If my father was still here today, I would probably be living life in a comfortable bubble. I wouldn't have the courage to be a change agent when needed and I would be limited by my own selfish desires. I would be still working on a lifelong goal to overcome my fears. I would still be a leader, but for the wrong reasons, inspired out of my gain for power, fame, or fortune. I would still be shy and timid. I would have no desire to change the world, for I would think the world revolves around me. Good would mean doing things right, not doing the right things.
To my father who's looking down from Above, that although I've fallen hard many times and have been through even more hardships, I am thankful for you, who gives me strength and courage each day to quickly stand right back up and run even harder. My life would not be the same without you, and would not be the same with, and for this reason, I feel blessed.
Dad, I pray that one day I can live up to whom you always dreamed for me to be...
RIP Phu Quoc Nguyen
Always be in my heart.
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| Since I have been back in Tampa, I have been gaining plenty of unnecessary added pounds. The only watching of my weight is looking at a scale and seeing it go up. I remember after track season of my junior year in high school, I lost 10 lbs and weighed 135 lbs. Entering college, I probably weighed around 145 lbs nearing 150. I quickly put on the freshmen 15 and fluctuated around 165-170 lbs pretty much the rest of my college days. When I meet old high school friends who haven't seen me in years, they would say that it looked like I worked out a lot. As far as me hitting the gym, that would be a rare occasion. I think just my previous unhealthy, skinny-looking adolescent days made the newer, more meat-on-your-body self look better. I did stay in shape throughout college by playing 10 seasons of intramural football, 4 seasons of basketball, soccer, and softball. But didn't hit the weights very often at all. Didn't have enough time. Now that I'm graduated and can't play competitively, I am out of shape and quickly building what I call a "man gut"... You know what I'm talking about, the gut every older man has. No more one pack (a four pack was my closest I got). No more abs. No more beach body. I'm not even talking about a beer belly, I'm talking about a man gut. Not quite bad enough where you can't see your toes. Not quite good enough where you don't have to suck it up when you're trying to impress the ladies. I have insisted to myself that I start being active. I think working in front of a computer most of the days with little movement other than occasional bathroom breaks and meetings has turned the once very active Peter into 'fatty Peter' (what my friends like to refer to me as now). I weighed myself just yesterday on my brother's exact-o scale and it went to an all-time high. Couldn't believe it, but I was 196.8 lbs! Less than 8 months ago, my brother weighed 185 lbs and I weighed 170 lbs. After shedding lots of weight, he now weighs 155 lbs. Don't know how he magically transfered his weight onto me, but guess who just started a weekly Monday evening Tennis night with a few of the boys? I've accepted the fact that this man gut is not going anywhere and something I'm just going to have to live with. But hopefully my new diet and active plan will be the start of a healthier, leaner Peter with a man-gut lifestyle... So how many of you out there are fighting your man gut? | | |
| "People nowadays don't want to be preached to, they want to be inspired..."
With that in mind, question for all of you out there....
I think I have my answer, but what do you think are the the key differences between being preachy and inspiring people? Also, what does it take to get you inspired? | | |
| No one ever admits they are greedy. Why is that? They will admit they have an alcohol problem, gambling problem, maybe even domestic abuse problem. But when it comes to money, no one ever openly admit they have a problem.
Is it because it's socially acceptable? Maybe even a little bit of expected in the professional industry? My pastor brought up the topic this week in church. It opened new light on how much finances and money can lead to just more problems. He thinks it's the number two problem in Christians, behind lust.
The Bible touches on the subject a lot. You can't worship God and Money. Go give your stuff away and follow me. You get the picture. My pastor's solution to greed....BEING GENEROUS.
I would have to agree. I think being generous is liberating and with the right mindset, will help you realize that all of our possessions isn't even ours in the first place. I would hate to work my whole life for worldly toys and bring none of it up with me. It's funny how when it comes to spending, we will always make room to buy that nice toy when we don't even have money (throw it on credit). But when someone else needs a hand, we will always make excuses to how we don't have enough money.
I think if we save aside a percentage of our income to those who really need it, I think we will make room to give generously. While I'm still young, I'm glad I've came to a realization now... | | |
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