My name is Alexander. My sister calls me lexi. My friends call me Hoy. My calculus 1 teacher called me Mister Hoy. My aunt calls me HoyHoy. Liddie Ott calls me Hoyeeeeeeeee. Why do I go by Hoy and not by Alexander? I find Hoy to be more unique. I hate it when someone calls "Alex!" and I look up stupidly. But, I do answer to it, it is a great name. It means "Protector of man." I would be honored to protect you.

I go to the University of Pittsburgh. Larry Fitzgerald's school.

I am in the Air Force Reserve Officer Training Corp. Why? Because I want to. I'll write an article about it later.

My favorite quote? "Sexual immortality?" =D If an explanation is needed, email tripledeke@hotmail.com.

The rest of my page is dedicated to my friends Tim Ho and Miller. The following are short phrases and sentences describing how I met them both and my impressions. Some of it's incomplete, I don't have great memory like Tim Ho.

How I met Tim:

Wow, this is going to be a strange ride through memory lane indeed! Well, if you must know, I used to think Tim was the most annoying kid in the world.

example1: In Sunday school at BCEC, we would often battle for the "worst student award" and he would never give up! I would have to force myself to be a brat in order to beat him. That gave me a bad name. How annoying is that?

We met through church when we were little. Our parents were close. So close that I was often compared to him. "Why aren't you hard working like Timmy?" And I still get that today!

I never liked Tim until I was in seventh grade, where I learned that he was more than an annoying kid; but, up until then, here are some of the weird/annoying things that I remember about him:

example2: When I was about ten or younger, I had this cool Donkey Kong hand held video game. Well, one night, the Lam family and Tim Ho were invited over to eat and I didn't let Tim play Donkey Kong all night long, despite his cries...hey, it was my favorite toy! When dinner was ready, everyone went to the table, but Tim Ho had a phat-pay-hay, ran up to the top of the stairs and declared, "I'm not going to eat until I get to play Donkey Kong!" Then he sat down and looked constipated. Siu's mom had to sweet talk him to come down and promised he could play Donkey Kong after dinner (which he did get to...).

Example3: Everyone knows Tim Ho is a video game fanatic. But honestly, who buys a game guide before he owns the game itself?

Example4: Tim used to build forts out of beds and fight against his friend by throwing stuffed animals at each other...at point blank...

note: I'm a jerk. I was a jerk and will be a jerk.

These are a few of the things I remember about Tim Ho. The rest must be censored because they are harsh memories, being that I did not like Tim Ho. Let's fast forward to the middle ages, where I befriended my first ho.

It was during Winter Teen Conference, the year of 1998. I remember worshipping, I remember Miller, I remember Tim Ho, I remember...Jeffrey Leung. Anyways, I always thought Tim and Jeffrey were the best of friends but for some reason, we were clicking more than tap shoes. I don't remember much about that time, but I do remember going into Conference and feeling extremely comfortable around Tim Ho, especially on the bus. We got to know each other through singing Disney songs and worship songs.

Let's see...How did I get to be so close to Tim over one weekend when I teased him so much before that? I have no idea...I really can't remember. It just happened...However, I remember after TC: Example4: My mom/dad would pick Tim up every Friday to go to Teens With a Reason. I would call him after school and talked for hours before driving to his house. We would talk about sports, cartoons, whatever was our minds. But most of the time, I was silent. Quiet. I remember Tim sitting with me while I was quiet; he never hung up.

Also, when we took the train into Boston we would talk more, but in person. I got to know Tim quite well there. I must say, I've never felt uncomfortable around him. He's seen almost all of my emotions and I know I can act real around him. If I'm sad, I'll be sad. If I'm crazy, we'll both be crazy. If I'm quiet, he would just sit there. You could say he's always been there (and that doesn't mean he has to do anything). Thanks Tim...

Before those times though, I honestly don't remember how I got so close to him. Maybe Miller or Tim will have a better memory than me. Check out their Bios.

How I met Miller:

Now, this was a gradual process. I always saw Miller but never interacted with him anymore than wrestling him during couples’ fellowship. Our parents were in the same group and I often remember sweaty two-on-one's: Gary Leung and I against Miller. Our parents would always note how sweaty we were...hmmm, it still happens today. Interesting.

So, my first impressions of Miller? He was a cute chubby kid =) who did karate. I remember going to his house after church one day and playing Ninja Turtles on his Nintendo. Afterwards, he gave me a Psi and Bo-staff demonstration. Anyways, I didn't have a lasting impression of him. He wasn't as strange as that kid, Tim Ho. He was just...there. We were in the same kids; club class, same Sunday school (after I told the truth and demoted myself), same couples’ fellowship, etc. We were always near each other, but not extremely close. Not until Teen Conference.

As said, Miller and I didn't really hang out much until TC98 as well. I guess that was where I made real friends. A very special time in my life that will never be forgotten. I remember worshipping next to him.

For the years after, I have been blessed with a great friend. He's got the wisdom of an old man but the agility of a black cat! We've done many things together (Saints basketball, teaching Sunday school, joining the same small group, weekly conference calls in college). It's funny how after Branch every Friday, we can look at each other and know exactly what's going through the other's mind: School the little kids in basketball.

One great memory is during several TC's, we would both beg for money. I remember sitting outside the dining hall, with our hoods over our heads and holding plastic cups. Beat boxing, rapping, or doing whatever we could to get money from people.

Ah...I still can't remember anything before TC...What's wrong with me? I just know, as with Tim, I got to know Miller more through TC. Heh...well, shoot my leg and eat a cow, I have horrible memory. Once again...read Tim or Miller's Bio's. Perhaps they will have further incite.