I've been dark and gloomy since September, and it was kind of interfering with work, so I decided to pull out all the stops and... resort to Japanese pop rock and Korean pop music.
It's been fun remembering how I used to aspire to be Shiina Ringo, watching Quruli live recordings, debating over which H.O.T. member was the best (Woo Hyuk was and ( Read more... )

I really enjoyed reading this.

Exquisitely painful, but it puts things into perspective. There are coping mechanisms and then there's progress. Youth.......

Guys in their 20's

- develop a taste for scotch/whiskey/bourbon
- like (or are open to the idea of) basketball
- shave... down there
- kiss first and hold your hand last
- wear weird leather shoes

(to be continued)

The womanhood crisis never ends.

Caught myself thinking, "Wow, it's so cute that this guy actually remembers what I said about XYZ" several times this month, only to stop and realize that it's simply listening, and I shouldn't be so impressed.

I don't like to have more than five characters, but I inevitably find myself making excuses to include the guys I like in my stories.

My desire to have babies for the sole sake of naming them comes to mind.

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At the end of the day, the amount of love I saw was a gross overestimate.

We're all growing up and leaving today behind.

I've been vacillating between optimism I'd never known and cynicism beyond my wildest nightmares. The line between honesty and delusion is gone!

Mom: You know, your father was telling me... We were talking about marriage prospects for you way down the line...
Me: Yeah, well, I don't want to get married now.
Mom: Good, but when you do, we'd be happy if you found a nice Chinese boy.
Me: What if I don't like Chinese boys? What if I don't know many Chinese boys?
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