February 2011
5 posts
V-Day Stands for Vom Day
Oh, woe is Valentine’s Day. It stopped being fun after third grade when dropping a drugstore valentine into every person’s hand-decorated paper bag was no longer mandatory. From fourth grade on, it became a status symbol. The queen bees of the playground had more lollipops than they could finish in a month, while the less socially endowed had two: one from the teacher, and one from the...
Flashbacks
I was cleaning out my desktop and found an essay I wrote about my stepdad in high school. My senior year I framed it and gave it to him as a Christmas gift, partly because I am cheap, but also because my dad and I had never said ‘I love you’ to each other… Until the day after that Christmas…:
I wonder if he has freckles dotting the corners of his eyes, like I do… if...
WhenParentsText: Korean Version
The greatest texts I have ever received from my mom:
“always listen 2 elder. good 4 u.”
“i found short pants and calculater. so what?”
“breakfast in toaster. make little worm” (translation: warm)
“u no stupid. u so lovely ^^”
me: i love you!/mom: me 22222222222222222 ^^
“is he good man? men are animal”
Real life. My mom is the...
In the Beginning...
I finally tumbled onto the bandwagon (hehe) and started a blog. Blech, ‘blogging.’ There’s a certain stigma about that word. It makes me picture a twiggy, overemotional, cut-my-wrists-and-black-my-eyes tween hunched over a keyboard, whining to the worldwide web about trivial problems no one cares to know. Despite the millions of people blogging now, and all the great ones...
