| i quit.
i know they say "quitters are for losers" but i say
quitters are for those who could use the luxury of time on the things
that actually matter. Thus, i quit. I know i've to
terminate this before, but with finals looming around the corner-- now
is the time for extremist measures.
this sounds really melodramatic, but i just want to say that xanga has
been great fun and allowed me to network and at least keep tabs on
friends i've lost touch with along the way. People's life
activities in writing is quite entertaining.
Oh no, i'm falling out of the xanga loop... I hope we can still be friends.
au revoir. ciao. sionara. t'chau. adios. bye-bye
xanga world.
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| being korean is tough.
I don't know how to deal with the 1.5 generation koreans that most of us affectionally call "fobs". There's nothing wrong with them... but i don't know how to communicate with them. It's always been easy for me to just address the 1st generation parents and such with formal language, but the 1.5s are somewhere in between the formal and familiar. That bugs! I hate using formal language to people who are only 1 or 2 years older than me, but they look at you as though you haven't got an ounce of respect if you do.
What to do, what to do?
Usually, i just pretend i don't speak the language and proceed in English. Of course, that's just mean because i'm forcing them to understand me and respond to me with their little grasp on the language. What a weird dilemma. |
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| i miss ice cream trucks.
I know they're still around, but it just isn't the
same. For one, they're never around when I have the time to stop
and buy anything. Whenever i see one, i think, "aww, i want ice
cream", but usually i'm driving in the opposite direction, undoubtedly
fashionably late for some event or another. And ice cream trucks
as a kid was something that i can always depend on: at a certain time
everyday, it came. That meant saving up my lunch money so that I
could buy the icee pops or strawberry shortcakes or those wacky ninja
turtle-shaped ones with gumballs as eyes that almost broke your jaw or
lucas baby bottles or (my favorite) hot cheetoes with nacho
cheese. And as annoying as they were, there's something nostalgic
about that annoying repetitious clanging song that sounds like a hybrid
of "we wish you a merry christmas" and "happy birthday"...
staying up past midnight does serious damage to rational thinking.
i also remember when alan, joyce, and i once yelled "wait" from the
house (with no intention of actually getting anything) and the truck
waited. Wow, we were mean.
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| eoghan heaslip is a funky name.
but he has a cool song... and it's been stuck in my head all week.
all i wanna do is be close to you / and all i wanna say is thank you for the way / you love me / you love me/ you are faithful / in all that you have promised / and loving in all of your ways / and still with all of my failings / you love me / you love me
it's cool how he uses "failings" instead of "failures". |
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| the remorse finally kicks in...
For those of you who have known me for a while, you know that the one
profession my heart desired was to become a pediatrician. And--by
the way, that sentence would've been the worst way to start my med
school personal statement-- even though that has been the biggest dream
ever, i've been able to cope with the changes that came in my life
(some by choice and some not so much). I was okay that I wasn't
headed that way, for now at least...
...until i caught up with one of my colleagues back at uci who is in
dental school right now, and he just couldn't believe that i wasn't
pursuing that career anymore. And the part of me that had been
suppressed since i made the decision not to just leaped out and freaked
the crap out of me. Now i'm distraught, and once more
disappointed in myself.
Bah. Remind me never to go back on AIM ever again. Ever. |
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