Who the hell goes drinking on a Monday night? There is no one who is less photogenic than Mike Choe. My new friend who I cannot be friends with. Forever tainted as a monster thanks to E.Shin and A.Chon. Dunhills. A bruised hand from the tambourine. 최승권. Bruised knees, Hite, and the thumb game. My Barbie girl and me for life.

I hope you have a lot of fun. Don't forget what 엄마 said. Hahaha. =]

Chocolat.

Ack. Inundation.

"til Oct. 1st..."

I feel as if I'm re-living my senior year all over again.



Literally, in some sense.

"Know the true value of time; snatch, seize, and enjoy every moment of it. No idleness; no laziness; no procrastination; never put off till tomorrow what you can do today." -Lord Chesterfield.

My current track record while completely crunked is 0-2.


However, I did get to do something I never even thought I was capable of doing.

It will be extremely difficult to find another drama better than "내 이름은 김삼순."



"Dance as if no one is watching;
Love as if you've never been hurt before;
Sing as if no one is listening;
Work as if you don't need the money
Live as if it's your last day on earth."

"Everything is not going well without you."



Facking piece of shat.

The Confessions of Max Tivoli by Andrew Sean Greer.



Tivoli, København [August 28, 2004]

Roscoe's. I miss our waiter with the sexy radio voice.

1600+ emails. I keep thinking that my email account at Calmail is going to disappear but oddly enough, it still works. I couldn't bear to see the mailor demon's warning that my email quota is approaching the allotted 100M given, so I've recently started deleting my old email. I came across my emails from senior year and all of a sudden, a rush of memories came back to me. Damn, I was so stupid back then. I have emails I exchanged with people who I don't even speak to anymore, and back then, I remember spending a lot of time and thought in constructing some of those emails. Emails mean CRAP. Especially since they have the ability to be erased permanently and be cast into oblivion. I can't believe how different everything is now. I wonder whatever happened to snail mail...

I met up with some high school friends this past weekend. I forgot how much I like them. I also realized how I might not be the greatest at keeping in touch. Two speculated that I must have died and were offended that they weren't invited to my funeral. I rebutted by questioning the possibility of my marrying a tall and rich bloke who whisked me off to an exotic haven far far away. They weren't amused.


I resolve to do better. But to be frank, there are some who I wouldn't mind ever seeing again. Hahaha.


I now quote one of my friends:


"there are a lot of guys in this world. hot guys, pretty guys, God-forgot-to-add-in-a-dose-of-handsome-but-dumped-in-the-great-humor guys, God-forgot-even-the-humor-but-didn't-forget-the-outstanding-personality-quality guys, God-has-forsaken-you guys... same as there are all types of girls.

but in the end, i always feel the worst for really hot guys that are super short. it's like baking a cake but intentionally withholding the icing.

i guess God really is fair. in a way."


Cake without icing...

"Most likely to... date a guy for his good looks."


"But I dated *********!!!"



Oh, I thought I was going to die.

"...빵 아져시..."

"누구요?"

"빵? Bread?"

"Oh, Brad?"


And then I commenced to spend the next fifteen minutes trying to teach my co-worker the difference between the two words. The slight nuances of the English language.

Julie Lee.

Sharon Kim's 23rd Birthday: The Spanish Kitchen, Raffles L'Ermitage, Blink.

Berkeley Rose Gardens. =]