I love the way my 3 yrs old nephew's body melts onto mine when he falls asleep in my arms.
I love the taste of melting chocolate
... sound of my mother's breathing when she's sleeping.
... 2 seconds before I press "talk" on my mobile when I see his name
... when my hand brushes against the back of his freshly cut hair.
I love running my hands through rice grains
... richly lathered shampoo in my hair
I love when he comes up from behind me to hug me
I love the silence in the air when it's snowing
... the sound of rain against my window
... first sip of hot coffee after a long walk in the New England winter
... smell of crisp fall morning
... smell of melting dirt in the spring
I love the saltiness of my tears when I watch sad movies
... way my stomach feels when I've been laughing too hard for hours
... sound of people's laughter from the other room when I cook in the kitchen
I love the sound of boiling 찌개
I love, love, the moment just before I wake from a super natural dream...
To be continued...
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Snow 2007
Gloriously beautiful snow~~
I probably will regret saying this in about 2 months, as the winter in New England is longer than...well, long.
I was excited to see this powdery white stuff - sounds like I could be a coke addict...hahaha
Not much time to update the blog today, although I know all you readers are dying to know how I'm doing (all two of you, including myself)hhh
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Untruthful - Arrogance
I am a champion of many wonderful and glorious fundamental powers. By reading this you are all subconsciously under my control. You WILL fall crazily in love with me. You will do this immediately!!!!!!! I also have an uncanny knack of moving large groups of people through the medium of words. What tremendous power this is!! Probably the most potent of all. However, the bulk of my power lies in the ability to drink large quantities of alcohol and still maintain a cohesive thought process. Never am I outwitted or wrong; and no matter how drunk I get, I n e v e r lie. I am infalabel and omnishent; except for my inability to spell.
hahahaha
Only half of it is true - which half? that's for me to know and for you to find out...mmooooohahahahaha!!!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
What does it mean to love?
I had a late night conversation about the "act of love".
Ok. ok - not THE act of love. (I would have simply titled my entry as “phone sex” in that case)
What does it mean to love someone? And how do you love someone in the right way? Everyone speaks/acts out love differently – there are too many self-help books out there to ignore this theory.
The theory holds strong validity in all kinds of love. It applies to lovers, family members, friends and anyone to whom you say, "I love you".
Even my mother and I have had a long time (about thirty some years) struggle about loving each other properly and expressing it in a right way where we don’t offend each other.
The late night conversation included a story - about a young boy who watered his tired horse too much and ended up killing the horse. Before I write about this, I had to google it and gather some info. (I’d hate to let a false information hang loosely on my blog) Apparently, horses are sensitive to how much water they drink. Usually, they need plenty of water as more than 50% of their large bodies are of water. However, when a horse’s body is “hot”, meaning - immediately after a hard work for the horse, excessive water can be lethal. One needs to wait until the horse’s breathing is back to normal and it’s body temperature drops back before letting it drink water to its content.
The young boy’s action of letting the horse drink too much water is an act of love. It was done out of concern and care for the horse. It was an act of love with great consequences, due to a lack of knowledge and communication about the horse’s needs.
Have I ever over-watered my horse before? Of course – in hindsight, I’m sure I’ve over*done a lot of things.
I’ve certainly been the boy, and the horse, in a relationship.
As I was listening to the story, I began to think….GOSH…is he telling me I’m the boy? Am I feeding him too much water? I started to panic and get defensive. I’m the horse here! May be you are over feeding ME!!!
If my intent of love is genuine, but the result is chaotic, is it not love?
This thought began to bother me a lot.
In philosophical questions, a premise and conclusion cannot include any undefined maxim. Assuming that defining love, and the act of love, is a philosophical question; is such a definition even possible to draw, and with what kind of pre-condition and pre-assumptions?
Should each relationship, then, be defined by its owners? If so, when? When is it EVER a good time? If it’s love for REAL, do we need to define it? Shouldn’t it just *FEEL right?
I'm confused.
Big time.
Ok. ok - not THE act of love. (I would have simply titled my entry as “phone sex” in that case)
What does it mean to love someone? And how do you love someone in the right way? Everyone speaks/acts out love differently – there are too many self-help books out there to ignore this theory.
The theory holds strong validity in all kinds of love. It applies to lovers, family members, friends and anyone to whom you say, "I love you".
Even my mother and I have had a long time (about thirty some years) struggle about loving each other properly and expressing it in a right way where we don’t offend each other.
The late night conversation included a story - about a young boy who watered his tired horse too much and ended up killing the horse. Before I write about this, I had to google it and gather some info. (I’d hate to let a false information hang loosely on my blog) Apparently, horses are sensitive to how much water they drink. Usually, they need plenty of water as more than 50% of their large bodies are of water. However, when a horse’s body is “hot”, meaning - immediately after a hard work for the horse, excessive water can be lethal. One needs to wait until the horse’s breathing is back to normal and it’s body temperature drops back before letting it drink water to its content.
The young boy’s action of letting the horse drink too much water is an act of love. It was done out of concern and care for the horse. It was an act of love with great consequences, due to a lack of knowledge and communication about the horse’s needs.
Have I ever over-watered my horse before? Of course – in hindsight, I’m sure I’ve over*done a lot of things.
I’ve certainly been the boy, and the horse, in a relationship.
As I was listening to the story, I began to think….GOSH…is he telling me I’m the boy? Am I feeding him too much water? I started to panic and get defensive. I’m the horse here! May be you are over feeding ME!!!
If my intent of love is genuine, but the result is chaotic, is it not love?
This thought began to bother me a lot.
In philosophical questions, a premise and conclusion cannot include any undefined maxim. Assuming that defining love, and the act of love, is a philosophical question; is such a definition even possible to draw, and with what kind of pre-condition and pre-assumptions?
Should each relationship, then, be defined by its owners? If so, when? When is it EVER a good time? If it’s love for REAL, do we need to define it? Shouldn’t it just *FEEL right?
I'm confused.
Big time.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Lady Gray
Gray: –adjective (British spelling Grey)
1. of a color between white and black; having a neutral hue.
Well, I never understood why people say one has a gray hair. It's not gray - it's closer to silver or white. Koreans say white hair...anyways.
I got one. I'm sure it's not THE first one ever, but I officially have one now. I mean - that I am aware of the presence of a particular grey hair. I know its location, length and shape.
I was walking around the steamy "fellowship room" at my church on Sunday. (They sold those awesome ice bars to raise money for the short mission trips. They were selling like hot (?) cakes because it was such a hot day...very well thought out strategy) I was somewhat hazy - combination of the heat and the Benedryl I took for my foot (my hiking plan for the weekend changed to visiting a beach - and I got stung by something on my foot - and it had been slowly swelling and achy all morning)
One of the girl who is only few months younger than I - who insists on calling me UNNI and talks to me formally - came up to me and started a small talk. Her gaze kept on going up to my head. She was staring at my hair. So I say - "hey, what's wrong? Something in my hair?" She got very sheepish and said it in a whisper - "UNNI, you have a WHITE hair.... would you like me to take you somewhere discreet and pull it out for you?"
WHAAAATTTTTT?!?!?!?!?
Somewhere discreet?
What, it's a sin to have grey hair in a church now?
The girl mentioned that it would make me look "older". She said the word "older" like it was something to be ashamed of, and that I should do my best to keep people from being offended by my age. I'm not old by any means. For Christ's sakes! She’s practically same age as me like... We are only 10 months apart! (Koreans have a different age system so birth year automatically give you a 1 yr old status. Since I was born a year ahead of her, in her mind, I'm a year older than her. whatever~)
Apparently Being thirty and unmarried is pretty bad, but being thirty, unmarried WITH grey hair is offensive. (!?!?@@#@$%#!?!?)
I told her that I will wear my grey hair with pride - and will not pull it out.
1. of a color between white and black; having a neutral hue.
Well, I never understood why people say one has a gray hair. It's not gray - it's closer to silver or white. Koreans say white hair...anyways.
I got one. I'm sure it's not THE first one ever, but I officially have one now. I mean - that I am aware of the presence of a particular grey hair. I know its location, length and shape.
I was walking around the steamy "fellowship room" at my church on Sunday. (They sold those awesome ice bars to raise money for the short mission trips. They were selling like hot (?) cakes because it was such a hot day...very well thought out strategy) I was somewhat hazy - combination of the heat and the Benedryl I took for my foot (my hiking plan for the weekend changed to visiting a beach - and I got stung by something on my foot - and it had been slowly swelling and achy all morning)
One of the girl who is only few months younger than I - who insists on calling me UNNI and talks to me formally - came up to me and started a small talk. Her gaze kept on going up to my head. She was staring at my hair. So I say - "hey, what's wrong? Something in my hair?" She got very sheepish and said it in a whisper - "UNNI, you have a WHITE hair.... would you like me to take you somewhere discreet and pull it out for you?"
WHAAAATTTTTT?!?!?!?!?
Somewhere discreet?
What, it's a sin to have grey hair in a church now?
The girl mentioned that it would make me look "older". She said the word "older" like it was something to be ashamed of, and that I should do my best to keep people from being offended by my age. I'm not old by any means. For Christ's sakes! She’s practically same age as me like... We are only 10 months apart! (Koreans have a different age system so birth year automatically give you a 1 yr old status. Since I was born a year ahead of her, in her mind, I'm a year older than her. whatever~)
Apparently Being thirty and unmarried is pretty bad, but being thirty, unmarried WITH grey hair is offensive. (!?!?@@#@$%#!?!?)
I told her that I will wear my grey hair with pride - and will not pull it out.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Ode to the Crazy Land Lady
I have a land lady.
who seems to have NOT gotten laid lately.
She marches in my brand new apartment.
And demands to sign yet another agreement.
She shows up unannounced.
And moves my furniture around.
If she asks me to be careful with her brand new floor once more.
I may have to slam her head on my kitchen cabinet door.
I called her to say that the dishwasher ain't drainin'
Her hubby told me he'd get it fixed the next mornin'
Last night she called half past the witching hour.
Said she was afraid I'd wash dishes at this hour (and break her brand new dishwasher)!
I said - GET OFF THE PHONE YOU CRAZY WOMAN! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS?
She said - but, but, but...
I said - IF YOU DON'T HANG UP THE PHONE, I'LL GO RUN AROUND THE APARTMENT WITH F**KING BRILLO PADS ON MY FEET AND SCRATCH THE HELL OUT OF YOUR BRAND NEW FLOOR.
Never - ever - mess up a sleeping cycle of a workingwoman. I have enough sleeping problems already!
who seems to have NOT gotten laid lately.
She marches in my brand new apartment.
And demands to sign yet another agreement.
She shows up unannounced.
And moves my furniture around.
If she asks me to be careful with her brand new floor once more.
I may have to slam her head on my kitchen cabinet door.
I called her to say that the dishwasher ain't drainin'
Her hubby told me he'd get it fixed the next mornin'
Last night she called half past the witching hour.
Said she was afraid I'd wash dishes at this hour (and break her brand new dishwasher)!
I said - GET OFF THE PHONE YOU CRAZY WOMAN! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS?
She said - but, but, but...
I said - IF YOU DON'T HANG UP THE PHONE, I'LL GO RUN AROUND THE APARTMENT WITH F**KING BRILLO PADS ON MY FEET AND SCRATCH THE HELL OUT OF YOUR BRAND NEW FLOOR.
Never - ever - mess up a sleeping cycle of a workingwoman. I have enough sleeping problems already!
Monday, July 09, 2007
This is just WRONG!
This photo was taken on New Years eve of 2007.
I don't know what made me pose for a picture wearing a pair of red rubber gloves, bright yellow apron - holding a glass of champagne in a big ass wine glass.
BUT - it looks like I'm having a great time. Right?
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