Already.

I feel it in the night air humming in my face when I drive with the window down, radio churning, when I sprint under sun or moon, when I drift in and out by cool sheets until noon on weekdays.. when I lean back in freedom or guiltless laziness-
-Summer-
causes mini-flashbacks of darting barefoot across green grass and gray sidewalks, a cul-de-sac in Oregon, the crashing waves in Hawaii, shelter in air conditioned buildings in Korea - Every place I've lived in united by the sunniest and clearest season of the year, bringing out the nostalgia of old friends and faces and familiar star-studded heavens, when the very air inhaled had its distinct taste of brimming liberation and possibility.

I recall one summer, I glanced up and wondered, where are you. Even though you're a world away, we're beneath the same
sky.
I try to cherish by remembering, but truthfully, that keeps me from moving past
you.

When the parents are away,

the kids come out to play!

So life with parents out of the country result in claiming the throne to Hail-Queen-Miriam-the-Big-One, frantic chauffeuring and catering to the Choe Establishment, and..
a 1 am outing to the 24 hr grocery store for all the necessary ingredients (plus breakfast bacon) to make smores.

[BBQ grill + 'borrowed' wood + chopsticks taped together + balcony porch + 7 kids = Gooey/burned marshmallows + fight for leftover chocolate pieces + quotes from the Simpsons and WHAAT!]

As YOPPA summarizes:
Work sucks, Lost rules, asian hobos at king soopers @ 1-2am is the best.

Because when we shop, we like to deck out in full gear: Daniel karate kicks at security cameras, Teresa treads barefoot in signature ripped pjs, and I test-sit kiddie chairs in Grace's frog blanket.
This random excursion was followed by random encounters with a suspicious police jeep ("it's the PO!") circling our car in the parking lot, a jay-walking gaggle of teenyboppers armed with sticks creepily resembling the Others (haha), and a DEER we all screamed at while turning a corner in the middle of classic Suburbia. It was dark.

Today marked my first experience working at Foley's - wasn't too bad except for a momentary panicking at the register and an internal exclamation of OH MY at a particular co-worker...ehh..

I hope Umma and Abba are safe on their trip <3>

I spy the dawn of Sunday

Heycanyousee me?
I’m just biding my
time in a handmade mixture of

Icy hot sentiment
Yeah, just biding my
time beneath this melting curtain

this melting fountain of
ever-falling contradictions,
tasting Insecurity’s fondue.

"yay, finals!"

time: 4:30 am
location: Study Lounge (recently missing a door sign)
who: Miriam staring at the never-ending list of history IDs after falling asleep on the table. Screwed.
who: Alfred suddenly running in from across the hall and banging his head on the wall.
who: Jingy making um, womanly wails and curling up in rocking "roly-poly" positions on the floor.
who: Edward remaining motionless as Jingy attempts to hug him.
-Let's yell out the window!
-RA, buhh.
*They begin tic-tac-toe-ing on the chalkboard.

what: The Joy of Finals.

Pending a next time

11/06/05

Unsaid actions
Unseen words
My head, a cavern
of the undone
collecting fake memories.
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Time to snap back to reality- and stop falling.

How has it come to this? I should only blame myself.
But as a cause for a predilection, [you make me smile].

surprise!

waiting for the door to open..
(bahhaha priceless expressions)

unleash!

happy early bday, Johnny :-)

Hurt

When you end up praying for someone, you end up loving that person. The moment you pray, your heart changes. Whom are you going to pray for?

In the same way time is loathed,

(in that it crunches conflicting schoolwork and procrastination in little alotted space and then causes distance between people), time is essential in its never-ceasing continuity: it motivates action to finish up that stubborn paper and to repair that drifting relationship.

The ruthlessness of time really illustrates the inherent countdown.
This dawned to me after feeling overwhelmingly grateful to the friends I made at Berkeley. Time can be a positive awakening when it perpetuates growing bonds to ease minor or major dilemmas.

Let's make amends
and return to being friends.

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Oh, my essay!
..was a collective effort of different you's:
you who incessantly nagged at me to stop procrastinating ie. get off the internet, you who looked it over, you who opened my eyes to lacking structure and rhetoric, you who brought me gifts of cheese and chocolate, you who fueled me with boba, and you who prayed for me.

giving my english essay the cold shoulder

Dicentra spectabilis
[a favorite]

Reminded of a bleeding heart,
in how we manage to blossom upside-down.

The bleeding heart blooms in early summer and will hold flowers until first frost, but only if the soil is kept moist. Planted in the shade with rich, moist soil, the plants will last much longer. Like many woodland flowers, bleeding hearts die back after blooming.