tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43571383905313413822011-07-28T23:01:41.526-07:00<img src="http://www.mixmap.com/432012/tracker_strict.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0">jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-80473670274807291212010-05-22T19:49:00.000-07:002010-05-22T20:15:01.442-07:00

the most common question i get these days is some version of, "How are you feeling about the move?" to which my most common response is: "Terrified." and it's true. i am. terrified. i'm also incapable of producing the gold-standard blogs i usually churn out so do be patient with my lack of... um, my inability to... uhhh --- i can't write real good right now. my brain is too busy exploding. deal

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i found this old email from my dad and it was so sweet and unintentionally hilarious that i felt the need to share.Hi Jessica, It is your Daddy speaking. Wondering how you are doing. Have you changed oil in your car ? Is car running OK?. Hope you are having a wonderful day. Talk with you soon. Love, Daddy.*sigh*... it's really hard to think about the fact that i'll be thousands of

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i'm guessing that 99% of my blog readers are connected to me by via some other form of social media so i'm just going to assume that you all heard the fantastic news: i got accepted to Teach For America! it's been a week since i officially got the word and i'll be honest, it's still quite surreal. i don't know who's in charge over there at TFA but it was some shmuck's bright idea to put me in

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i've been picking a lot of fights on facebook lately. i try not to, believe me. i know it's only facebook and i know that my friends (and their friends) mean well and i know that it's entirely too easy to say ignorant things on the internet without meaning any harm -- and yet still i can't help but speak up and pick a fight.today's mini bout went down like this:my friend posts an innocuous status

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i wrote an entire post about how i want to take a break from academia because i feel so trapped in this vicious cycle of self-congratulatory ego-coddling rhetoric and then i realized that the entire blog post i had just written was really freakin self-congratulatory.ugh. i really need to figure out how to blog like a normal person. [ha!]

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so this is the post that i was going to post last time but didn't because of a flash wave of hyper self-consciousness. not that i've suddenly given up my neurosis (a hallmark of my personality, after all) but several factors have collided this evening and worn down my inhibitions: 1) i feel guilty for my irregular blogging; 2) this blog was already basically done and prolly shouldn't go to waste

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i have trouble letting go of some things. case in point: i have 4 email accounts that i use regularly including (but not limited to) an antiquated hotmail account that is daily inundated by spam mailings and the various email lists i've signed up for over the years. i rarely get any personal correspondence and the format is terribly inefficient, especially compared to the genius of gmail [one of

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on my crowded and disorganized bookshelf, i have about a dozen or so mostly empty journals. each was started with the best of intentions and each began more or less the same way -- with an entry apologizing to my future self for discarding yet another journal in the vain hope that this one just might be the one i finally get through, cover to cover. but without fail [or rather, with abundant fail

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okay, so that last entry was probably kind of an a-hole move. the one before it kinda wasn't awesome either. how do i know this? not only were the two comments left apologies [you're forgiven, by the way] but several of my real-life blog reader friends have also made a point of apologizing to my face, not only for not commenting [you're also forgiven] but for the sad state of affairs reported in

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being the savvy techmological mind that mine is [mmhmm, you heard me] i utilize the most sophisticated modes of analyticalnessiocity to keep track of this here blizzery-blog. according to the great statistical minds over at google analytics, my blog traffic is down 18.6%. needless to say, i found this information to be both disturbing and not awesome. i happen to know that i have 3 blogger

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i've been back in 'merica for exactly two weeks now [almost to the hour] and yet i still haven't been able to collect my thoughts enough to put together any kind of coherent european reflection together. this inability to articulate my travel experience includes but isn't limited to written, verbal and indeed even internal forms of expression. this is largely due to the fact that i managed [in

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after two solid weeks of moving about through four different countries and attempting to navigate four different languages (only one of which i spoke more than three sentences of), i somehow find myself back in rome. this is the first time that i've spent more than three nights in any one place in over two weeks and truth be told, i'm only really beating my previous record by a night anyway. i

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i can hardly believe i've only got a week left in this creative writing program! would it be cliché to say that time flies? if so, i won't. :) last weekend we had a three-day break from our program so me and a couple friends took the train to venice! as soon as we got out of the train station, we were confronted by water, water and then some more water! it was absolutely beautiful. the downside

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so the day after i wrote my angsty last post, i got to go out to an authentic Italian dinner with my mom and roommates. being the experienced traveler that she is (she just filled up all the pages in her passport!), my mom had the know-how to look up this charming little restaurant, located random place in some back corner of some alley (of course). when we got there, there weren't any tables

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i know i totally half-assed that last entry and haven't really offered any real updates on my time here in rome so i'm gonna give it an honest go while i have my brain cells about me (more or less).i can't honestly say that i've fallen in love with rome, not yet anyhow. don't get me wrong, i love travelling! i love feeling immersed in culture, overwhelmed by the unknown and surrounded by natives

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-25113845633701978122009-06-23T08:15:00.000-07:002009-06-23T08:20:27.571-07:00

so i'm in rome and though i've been doing a lot of writing, i clearly haven't been doing a lot of blogging. it's been awhile since i've posted any poetry and indeed, awhile since i've written any poetry but since that's sort of what i'm here to do, i thought i'd take a quick minute to share one. (it's about a painting of one of the popes) :)red velvet toesy peeks out from billowing beige

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so in my last blog, i called miss california is a douchebag and i really feel the need to apologize. before you get too excited, know that i'm not apologizing for calling her a douchebag (because truth be told, i'm still kinda standing by that one); i'm apologizing because i didn't explain why i think she's a douchebag.her pageant answer bothered me, sure. for one, it wasn't very intelligent. "

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i know this is a weird time to get all uppity about this, but dang it -- i just twittered about it and now i feel the need to elaborate.miss california is a douchebag. i know some of you thought before now that douchebag was a term to be reserved for the male gender but believe it or not, the term's etymology has its beginnings as a means to demean women and although i'm not really for demeaning

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i don't get stressed out very easily or very often for that matter. school doesn't stress me out because i've learned not to stress out about grades -- although i should note that i no longer resent tests and my nerdiness has ballooned to such mind boggling proportions that i've actually started to enjoy tests. i know. frightening. i've learned not to let my friends stress me out because love is

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i realize that i don't write very often and then often times when i do write, i begin by saying i don't write very often. this is not to say that i don't think about writing here but i usually stop myself from hitting the 'publish post' button before i subject the world wide web to my self-indulgent rantings. in all honesty, this is more self-preservation than benevolence but whatchugon'do. it

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in an act of boredom, distraction, and in the endless pursuit of useless information, i joined twitter today. to be more accurate, i joined twitter last week but didn't start posting/following/whateveryoucallit until today. in my first few hours of activity, i was confronted by the age-old social networking conundrum: to deny or not to deny?it happens to the best of us: there we are, minding our

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why i'm so mad at Miley Cyrusthe most amazing/heartwrenching Oscar speech everone of the most amazing/heartwrenching films everthings that i've been wrong about for most of my life my weird and irrational yet nonetheless overwhelming sense of constant failurewhy i love school so muchwhy i love my church so muchthat one time my heart got bruised real bad and why i'm having so much trouble getting

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i started to write a longer, warmer, squishier blog about the specifics of 2008 but it was starting to get too long [even for me -- shocking, i know]. besides, i'm still trying to find the perfect balance between healthy vulnerability and TMI when it comes to the blogosphere. i find that when it comes to my blogging, i either share too much, apologize for sharing too much, or share next to

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so i was wrong about me. actually, i was wrong about you. i said in my last post that your words wouldn't make a difference, but strangely they did. and not to diminish the power of your words but at the risk of i'm tooting my own horn, i'm gonna go ahead and say that my own words might have made even more of a difference [toot toot!].you would think that talking and writing about my hopelessness

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as many of you have noticed in the last few weeks, i'm a little bit kind of almost famous [question mark]. the gentleman on the left is my friend and bandmate and he just so happens to work for the newly infamous FAILblog. he thusly wrangled some other friends and i to participate in a relatively impromtu photoshoot for the blog's new merch. when i first saw the picture, my initial reaction was

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december 2nd. i'm not even sure how to begin to describe the significance that this day will always have for me.today my friend michael's birthday. although i know a lot of people and am surrounded by countless amazing friends, my list of close friends is a short one and michael is definitely on that list. we've known each other since middle school and lost touch after high school but we

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one of the many the many bonds i share with my best friend is our emotional stability. if i may be so bold, i would say we're exceptionally rational people and though we go through occasional bouts of crazy [or as we like to call them, trips to crazytown] for the most part, we sort through our thoughts and feelings with an emphasis on the former and a skepticism of the latter. recently we've both

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every one who is angry.every one who is disappointed. everyone who is worried.everyone who is scared.every one with a heart that feels heavy with anxiety about the years to come.every cynic who is waiting for the failure of our next president.every jaded non-voter who was more plagued by disappointment than apathy.every religious radical that has put their words in the mouth of god.every bigot

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a week ago, i returned from an exciting albeit exhausting vacation in the fabulous city of new york. i've been told by enumerable friends and acquaintances on countless occasions that i would love new york, that they could "totally see me" in new york, so on and so forth. i attribute generalizations like these to my penchant for multi-colored wackadoodle fashions and my aversion to all things

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i've contemplated writing this blog for several weeks. i'm usually fairly hesitant to discuss serious issues on the internet, much less serious issues that pertain to my personal life. in fact, that's kind of true of my life in general i think. it's not that i consider my personal life to be such privileged information, i don't really have anything to hide. i guess i just don't really feel the

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i am the quintessential night owl. if it were up to me and didn't have pesky responsibilities like school and work and blahblahbler, i'd probably go to sleep at around 7am every night and get up... well, when i felt like it. which would most likely happen sometime between 3 and 5pm. but being the disciplined young lass that i am, the past several nights i've been going to bed at the early hour of

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i'm a few weeks late but this is me wishing myself a happy one-year anniversary! it's now been over a year since i moved back home to seattle. and this is the part of my anniversary blog where i spout out all the cliché truths: time has flown by! i can't believe it's been a year already! i can't believe it's only been a year already! a stitch in time

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this afternoon i turned in my final paper for my cultural studies class with mere minutes to spare before the deadline. being the studious young gal that i am, i started this paper at about 10am this morning and by 2:45pm, had churned out seven pages of earth-shattering, ideology-destabalizing, smarter-person-making academic gold [GOLD i tell you! muahahahahahahaha!!!!]. i handed it over to my

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i know i am, it's true. to the kind people who have checked back on this blog every so often, i apologize for not rewarding your efforts with one of my literary [cyber-ary?] gemz. truth be told, i've had every intention of blogging several times on several different topics but an incredible amount of my brain energy gets sucked up by school these days. the remaining brain energy gets sucked up by

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not only have i blogged about this topic already, i'm recycling an old blog title [although in my defense, the subject matter was entirely different and in fact, it wasn't even on this blog]. nevertheless, i'm clearly at some kind of rock bottom or at least a rock middle. but i digress...i think i may be a bit of an anomaly. [not to be confused with an amelie, although at times, i feel as though

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i know racism is wrong.but when confronted with evidence like this:you HAVE to admit,Korean babies are the cutest.we win.

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i've had the privilege and pleasure of playing music publicly twice in the last couple weeks. before that, it had been about a year and half since i had attempted to play more than one of my songs for an audience. i expounded a little bit on my previous blog about the things that have been holding me back but it's funny how the simple act of putting myself out there and doing what i've been

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i confess, i've been a TERRIBLE blogger.turns out when you actually do your readings for class, it sucks up your fun superfluous internet time. i mean don't get me wrong, i still check all my online social networking sites a shameful number of times a day but blogs take time and thought and i don't have a whole lot of time or a whole lot of thought to spare these days. i will expound albeit

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Easter Sunday marks the end of the Lenten season. Lent is a time to reflect on the 40 days Jesus spent preparing Himself for the agony of crucifixion. many people choose to give up certain comforts or take on practices that serve as a tool to keep focus in the midst of a world of distractions. this year, i decided not to participate. why? ...um, i didn't feel like it.quite frankly, i was kind of

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i wrote a poem on graph paperhoping the boxes could contain my thoughtshoping each little blockcould accomplish what my will can notlike maybe my thoughts would fall in lineor at least fit in between themlike the letters that fill each delightful little spacemy thoughts might fall right in placeand make the mess that is my mind,this chaos currently masquerading as my brainas measured, managed and

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... a banana without a peel ...... a soccer mom without a minivan ...... a dave bazan without a beard ...... such is how i feel without my cellphone.i left my cellphone at home today.i usually keep my brain stimulated during class with a rousing game of solitaire but in the absence of my beloved treo, i was forced to take a nap instead. [being a student is no walk in the park, folks -- i'm tellin

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the past several blogs i've written, i've subsequently cut&pasted onto my myspace to maximize exposure. this begs the question, why a whole separate blog? why bother? that blog has a pretty specific audience and this blog has a different audience as well but since i'm not too concerned about catering to either crowd [no offence, my babies] why even separate the two?a big piece of the equation is

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i'd like to think i'm somewhat of a trendsetter. i try to stay ahead of the curve, two steps ahead of the game, keep the kids on their toes... you know how we do. everybody does that whole cliché hum-drum run-of-the-mill single-shmuck-depressed-on-valentine's-day thing! i'm an innovator, dang it. so while you bozos are wasting your woes this february 14th, i'm gonna save up all my angst for april

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i am currently watching what is easily the most depressing movie of all time. i have no idea why i'm even watching it. it's not even that great of a movie to be honest. the first time i watched it i felt like gouging out my eyeballs with those teeny little plastic coated baby spoons. and yet here i am, watching it again. maybe i'm a masochist. scratch that maybe. i know exactly what i'm doing and

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it's that time of the year, kiddos! all the hallmark stores are adorned in pink and red, the floral shops have beefed up their inventory, the olive garden is all-hands-on-deck and russell stovers is the happiest camper on the block. and of course, it's the time of year when us single folk are asked that dreaded question. sure, we get this query in many variations all throughout the year but right

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so the other day i went to the dmv to get my washington driver's license. technically, i don't have to get it renewed for awhile but i had a free saturday and i wanted to get it early so i'd have plenty of time to register to vote [woop woop!] without pushing the deadline like i usually do. i made sure to spend a lil extra time getting ready and all cute so i could take the best picture possible

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i sometimes feel like there should be a soundtrack accompanying these blogs. maybe it's the result of a childhood saturated by sitcoms but i feel like there should be a button that my readers [all four of you] press right as you start to read the last couple paragraphs. it would be like that moment when danny tanner sits stephanie down on the couch and says "listen steph..." and then you hear

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this may come as a shocker, but i'm a bit of a thinker [does it show?]. i tend to think through every possible possibility for every scenario that i may or may not ever face in real life and in within the confines of my overactive imagination. my mind is a veritable 'choose your own adventure' book taken to a grotesque other level. as a result, not only am i ape-[poop] bananas sometimes, but when

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so i dreamed that a volcano erupted and lava was flowing all over the place and i was running away from it. at one point i had to jump out of my car as my car went tumbling down a steep hill. according to the online dream dictionary i consulted:To see a volcano in your dream, indicates that you are unable to control emotions, particularly if the volcano is erupting. The end result may be damaging

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every passing year seems to zip by a little faster than the one before and 2007 was no exception. it has been without competition the strangest year of my life. last year found me on my worst behavior. the vast majority of my life has been spent erring on side of caution so i suppose my momentary departures from goody-goodydom are still relatively harmless. nevertheless, for the most part my "bad

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does anyone else wrestle this much with the composition of a single, inconsequential blog that for all intents and purposes less than a handful of people may ever choose to lay eyes upon? i'm gonna guesssssss probably not.the question i constantly wrestle with in the process of assembling these literary gems [ha] is how much of myself should i share? i know that if not for the limitations set by

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i don't know if anyone else perceives their own life this way, but i find that my life unfolds in themes. in my mind, i see a picture of a timeline running across the bottom of a textbook biography of myself. all the key events are marked out, there are those thumbnail-sized pictures of significant figures and places and little upside-down triangles in primary colors marking the beginnings of new

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-30722014879584611292007-12-11T02:24:00.000-08:002007-12-11T11:27:56.052-08:00

this week has been -- without question -- the most difficult of my entire life. on Sunday December 2nd, 2007, my cousin Mike Hong was in a car accident that took his life. since then, it's been a whirlwind of confusion, pain, heartache and indescribable grief. i've been spending every moment that i can with my family, scrambling to find a way to deal with this incredible loss and finding that

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so it turns out they’re not butterflies at all but rather dull razor blades set on motorized hinges. harmless enough when small in number, the soft swiping of metal swooshing against stomach lining is deceptively soothing at times. but in time the damn things multiply [who knew machines could multiply?] and now Wings[c]** sharpen Wings[c] and it becomes clear that these Wings[c] were fashioned

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-78463959937310767982007-11-27T00:40:00.000-08:002007-11-27T00:49:20.650-08:00

i'm going to try to keep from saying morei’m sorry secrets aren’t my fortei haven’t got the power to ignorethe things my heart keeps wanting me to sayi’m sorry secrets aren’t my fortei’ve other strengths designed to compensatethe things my heart keeps wanting me to sayfueling constant heart and mind debatei’ve other strengths designed to compensatemy inability to shut my mouthfueling constant

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thanksgiving is the day that most bloggers, myspace bulletiners, and text messagers all across the land devote their technological musings to the issue of thankfulness. you can almost hear the collective tap-tap-tapings of keyboards and cell phone buttons as they all take a moment to thank all the peeps up in their friend lists, their homies around the way and the b**tches and h**s in errry area

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-90160596361310047312007-11-04T23:45:00.000-08:002007-11-05T01:17:07.425-08:00

school has proved to be far more enriching this go-round. i'm no longer pushed by grades and their imaginary importance. instead i'm actually motivated by the opportunity to learn new things [going to school to learn? a novel concept, i know]. in this new found freedom i'm finding that despite the wide spectrum of concepts my classes seem to cover, there's lots of overlap between them and in fact

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-79448681488157513492007-10-29T14:47:00.001-07:002007-10-29T15:31:38.241-07:00

one day i'll learn how to write a post without directly referring to the post i'm writing.one day i'll be able to release forms of creativity into the world without need of explanation.one day i won't worry about being misunderstood.but for whatever reason, today is not that day.i don't know how to start an entry without apologizing for the content therein. it's totally stupid, totally

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-79385764424627850132007-10-23T00:06:00.001-07:002007-10-23T00:06:42.531-07:00

crazy is a cutting word the connotation killsthe way it’s wielded like a weapon wounding me at willfloods of insecurity flow in while blood is spilledto fill the void that dignity once but no longer filledcrazy is dismissive in its limited portrayalthe way it keeps me hidden thickly under crazy veilcruelly compensating where compassion often failsconfining me unwillingly in ignorance’s jailscrazy

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but i'm a poet.one of the classes i'm taking is a poetry class. it's kinda weird to be required to write poetry but i suppose i can use all the exercise my creative muscles can get. so i present to you the following:The Best DefenseI was once told that the best way to defend yourself when you’re about to be rapedis to defecate and rub it all over your body Thus rendering yourself undesirable and

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-82190306550234612492007-09-24T01:15:00.000-07:002007-09-24T01:27:26.904-07:00

billy joel might be a drunken super shmarmy hamptons manwhore but he sure had one thing right: honesty really is a lonely word.my biggest struggle with my latest foray into the blogging world is my almost compulsive need to be absolutely, completely honest. the things i want to write about these days are pretty personal, bordering on actual vunerability. if you knew anything about me and my

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i know i said i'd try to blog more but every time i sit down to write, i get blocked. my problem isn't lack of material as i have a veritable card catalogue of topics i've been wanting to expound upon tucked away in this brain o' mine.no, my problem is the same problem i always have. i can almost call it my only problem as it seems to be the root problem of pretty much every other problem i face

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-1817533607392978242007-09-06T19:28:00.001-07:002007-09-06T19:45:30.194-07:00

i would love to say that the horrifying image to your left is the aftermath of last thursday's injury. sadly, that's only partly true. other than the big ol' bruise on my baby toe, the rest of that ugly is just my good ol' natural ugly. except for the skanky pedicure; that's not technically naturally ugly but it is certainly ugly nonetheless.as for the injury itself, using my extensive medical

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-52787693722711694592007-09-05T23:10:00.000-07:002007-09-06T00:32:25.690-07:00

i just wrote and deleted an entire blog.it wasn't computer error.i didn't accidentally click something weird.i just knew it had to be done.the blog i just wrote and deleted had a very specific, subtly hidden message:i'm great. please think more like me.i didn't really mean for it to come out that waybut then again, i think somewhere deep down i did.so i deleted it.because if you were to take my

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-85713943345407019012007-09-03T20:26:00.000-07:002007-09-03T21:00:31.037-07:00

i need to work on being more concise, so here goes:i can't believe it's only 10:30PM. maybe it's the three beers i drank with my labor day bbq meal but boy oh boy am i pooped.it feels much later than it is somehow.weird.

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-6634190857540771942007-09-02T21:54:00.000-07:002007-09-03T10:48:42.143-07:00

bah joo seh yo...'forgive me', in Korean. the literal meaning of this phrase can be loosely translated to say 'look at me' -- quite a fitting title for the following rant.my biggest problem with this blog is lack of exposure. although in theory one should journal for one's own benefit, i'm afraid i'm far too vain to be satisfied with such a limited scope. i hate writing day in and day out [a

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-17091779233490986462007-09-01T21:03:00.000-07:002007-09-02T02:26:28.963-07:00

i am a fiercely independent individual.while some struggle with the trappings of codependency, i find myself constantly fighting against my natural inclinations and literally forcing myself to accept the help of others. soliciting that help is an even larger hurdle that i'm still navigating all the time.all that to say i feel like having this minor but nonetheless incapacitating injury really

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-55731757845884427012007-08-31T22:19:00.000-07:002007-08-31T22:52:18.310-07:00

... and got its stupid ass all broke and stuff.okay, so that's not the real story.and no, it wasn't a dance floor injury. that seems to be everyone's first assumption.actually, it's the lone injury sustained in a little fender-bender yesterday. my friend abby and i were on our way to a benefit she threw and well, long story short we bumped into a car that had bumped into a car and it all happened

jHonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08758338592248084847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357138390531341382.post-38177122126580988492007-08-29T18:04:00.000-07:002007-08-29T18:28:54.177-07:00

i decided that i need to start blogging regularly again. there was a time in my life when the sun rose and set over xanga and everyday i was posting whatever happened to come to mind. over time, my patience waned and a certain level of self-consciousness set in reducing my internet writings to the occasional [understatement of the century] bulletin on myspace. but there is an impermanence to

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