"There is a time for everything,
And a season for every activity under heaven:

A time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

A time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

A time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

A time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

A time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

A time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace."

-Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Happy 22nd Birthday, Susan Kum!

It's as if I'm pregnant in my third trimester, with the expected delivery date being December 3rd, 2005 .

It's that feeling you get when you are positively shaken and you can't think of anyone to turn to.

Memories.

Cerritos would be better with one of these...

I miss Sweden.





"Life is finite but what we can do with it is infinite."

Accruing interest for December 3, 2005.

My only favorite place in Westwood: GT Terrace.



Tuna Melt Crepe. Green Original Ice Cream Soy Smoothie. Incredible.


I love green tea.

The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee

When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a
day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of
him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty
mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the
students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the
golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They
agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of
course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar
was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and
poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space
between the sand. The students laughed. "Now," said the professor as the
laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your
life. The golf balls are the important things---God, your family, your
children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if
everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be
full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your
house and your car.

The sand is everything else---the small stuff. "If you put the sand into
the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf
balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the
small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to
you.

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with
your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to
dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and
fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really
matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee
represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show
you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a
couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

Another two more months of this madness. Sigh.

외할머니(84) & 친할머니(90).


Porto's Bakery.


Allison(4) & Kristin(10).

Hooray for snail mail. =]

Currently feeling... burnt out, exhausted, unable to function, harsh realizations, regrets.


I've literally lost track of the days of the week.



But it rained tonight.

I hope when all this is over, I never set foot on the UCLA campus again.





And what are the chances of getting stung by a DEAD bee?! Sigh.

Goodbye, Mr. Cadillac. Despite the many misfortunes whenever we were together, it has been quite a memorable sixteen years.

Halfway mark. Exactly sixteen days.



Rally on, rally on.

I finally had CCC in Westwood. It was good, but did not, however, live up to its hype. I was very disappointed.



EuroChow, however, I simply adored.

Never mistake my kindness for weakness.