Hazel got a belly ring... -.- ...
What a way to start my first entry.
I present my entry today with the poem below. I have many things to say, however, I'm on a time crunch as of the moment so I'll continue this exciting journal entry in the future (soon, I hope).
Every flower loves a bee,
Ever lock loves a key,
And I love you.
Every sock loves a shoe,
Every ghost loves a boo,
Every 1 loves a 2,
And I love you.
Every shovel loves a pale,
Every monkey loves a tail,
Every wave loves a whale,
And I love you.
Every farmer loves a rake,
Every duck loves a lake,
Every candle loves a cake,
And I love you."
February 22, 2001
Happy twentieth birthday, Ellen; this is for you...
It's been so long since I've written my last heart-wrenching/intense/truthful journal entry. I'm not implying that there are times when I decide to bullshit my way through an entry and describe emotions that I don't feel. But there are times when I feel so much, when I feel an overwhelming sensation of a certain type of emotion that I don't know how to start and stop typing. And this is exactly how I feel now. It's just that it's been so long since I've written my last heart -wrenching/intense/truthful journal entry (excuse the repetition). It's just that I've forgotten to feel whole heartedly... Could it be that I've lost the courage to express?
February 26, 2001 (Ongoing re-unions between separated families from North and South Korea)
My throat itches and I've been coughing non-stop for the past thirty-two hours. I take a shuttle bus to the academy every morning for web-designing classes and for the first time of my life (of twenty solid years), I was completely banned from sitting where I wanted to on the little mini-bus. I guess everyone sitting around me felt intimidated by my mad coughing and sneezing. I'm technically at fault since I turned a deaf ear to my mother's suggestion/advice to stay home and get some rest. The class itself wasn't very productive since I 'succeeded' in disrupting the lecture every five minutes. I put all the blame on two factors; the ridiculously capricious weather, sun shining one minute and snowing like a hurricane the next minute and Angeline Yi who slept over two nights ago, who like me, coughed and sneezed like a mad woman leaving me with a boxful of her cute yet contagious germs. It's absolutely agonizing when I unsuccessfully attempt to swallow and my mother (God bless her soul) is forcing me to drink ginger tea, which she made, every hour. I like ginger, it tastes good when used in certain dishes but I never knew drinking it would taste so bad! But I need to get better so I can prepare for my exam tomorrow. Apparently, failing this exam is not an option and has never been heard of so if I do fail this exam, then I become categorized as a new species, left to be ridiculed and laughed at. How utterly sad... So wish me luck tomorrow... if I pass, I'll give a sigh of relief for passing like everyone else and if I'm unable to do so, I'll just hide and drink some more ginger tea all by myself =(.
On another note, on a less depressing note, I have to go sign up for classes tomorrow and I'm a tad bit excited. I know I've blatantly bad-mouthed my school a number of times but what can I say... three months away from school has made me miss it...
February 27, 2001
I passed the exam... (pat myself on the back). However, the glory lasts only for a minute... life must go on...
My schedule for next semester is jammed-pack. For instance, every Tuesdays, I have classes starting from ten thirty in the morning all the way up to seven p.m., no breaks in between. Absolutely crazy... How will I cope...
March 1, 2001
Take a moment to contemplate on this... What did you want to be when you were little, when you use to swing high on your swing sets and sit around in the sandbox? How far are you from achieving your childhood dream? Are you what you wanted to become? Or are you taking an easier path... have you given up?
March 12, 2001
I was in a cranky mood today so Hazel convinced me to take sticker pictures with her. So here we are... celebrating 'today,' and looking like Wednesday Addams and Christy Turlington (left to right). Not being biased...
I really dislike this particular picture of me but the border is pretty eye-catching, no?
I really hate it when people fish for compliments or excuses even when they're intended to make you feel better. I feel a strong sense of dislike towards it. It makes you wonder, leaving you to think if their short phrases, without much thought put into it, were delivered to you because they believed that your situation was not very important. Like being irritated by a fly that buzzes around you... it's annoying so we just tell it to shoo fly, don't bother us... not a thought put into it, an indifferent reflex to something petty and uninteresting. Does this make any sense?
A couple of years ago, my father gave me this huge band-aide, the size of my palm. I asked him what it was for and he told me that I could place it on my heart when it hurt. I've been having trouble eating and sleeping for the past few days... I've been looking around for the band-aide but I'm sure that the chances of me finding it again are slim to none... yet I always find myself rummaging through my desk, looking for it...
March 18, 2001
Today would be my nine-month anniversary with Jonathan Cheng, the love of my life.
March 29, 2001
"You should've heard the crowd, though, when he was finished... They went mad. They were exactly the same morons that laugh like hyenas in the movies at stuff that isn't funny." - from The Catcher in the Rye
Never knew anyone could laugh like them two during a pretty dumb but slightly cute flick.
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