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yoo poong
It actually means "a custom handed down from the preceding generations." Like "poong sup" - dz¼·. Me thinks that the yoo stands for "famous" or "grand and magnificent". I wish I could learn Chinese. It's fascinating, really. Each character has a little story to the picture. Like the character for "man", or "een". It looks like two sticks, but holding each other up. I was told that it was because Man should not be alone; burden shouldn't be bore alone. Looks something like this, I believe. Please correct me if I'm wrong.
By the time I went out last night, it was pouring. pb and I went to Pierro. It was pretty early, 8, so we were the only ones there. It was nice. Empty, all by ourselves. We got our freak on at the next table. Just kidding. We talked and talked. While we drank and drank some more. j unnie and the gang were at Baden baden, all the way in Jersey but they made their way to Pierro eventually. Then there were scattered conversations on going here and there. I love conversation, sometimes. A lot of the times, it's mundane, and common, everyday shit. But even that, is all good, too. I'm surprised km didn't take any pictures that night. I'm sure he took plenty at BB. Him, he's always the clown. Nice guy. CB unnie cracks me up. She's just so cute. Of course I didn't say that to her face. J unnie...I haven't talked to her in the last week, and I thought it would be awkward, strangely, but it wasn't. A kiss on the lips upon her arrival and we all just took off from there. pb was talking to ajji; I was talking to both J unnie and John; km, as usual, was talking to CB unnie. Damn, he cracks me up. The way he blatantly flirts and hits on her. It's damn cute. And she knows he's harmless, so she plays along. It'd be kinda cool if they hooked up.
I was filling in the latest shit in my life, since we haven't talked in the last week. I didn't do much but a lot has happened. Anyway, she said something that kind of caught me by surprise. She suggested that I go into journalism, referencing my blog and all. Without hesitation, I simply said that I write solely for myself...I'd never want to write for the public or anyone else. Besides, my grammar, composition level, and depth of vocabulary is, well, shit.
She had to find out sooner or later. So I asked her in front of everyone, "what would you think of asdf and I going out?" I already knew the answer. It was more of a declaration, in a form of a rhetorical question. She was quite surprised. Alarmed, rather. But in all honesty, if I was her, I'd worried about her own relationship problem with Mr. John over there.
It was never really my style to talk about my inner feelings about a guy, and I don't want to start now. I usually need a certain period of time; let it seep in. It's really something that I could only speak of in hindsight. Reminisce. One thing worth noting right now, I'm relieved that he's not excessively jealous. Guys will be guys but i.e., he was cool about me hanging out with j hyung and mr. spicy the other night, even crashing on j hyung's couch for the night.
First impressions. I'm only but human so I make 'em. It was funny how J unnie mentioned, in total disbelief, what I had said about him the first night. You said that you hated him! That you never wanted to see him again! ha ha ha. That cracked me up. I don't know if I said something that extreme, but yeah, I said something of the sort. I didn't have a very good impression of him. Regardless of that, the next time we chatted, and talked, and met...hmm...it was...all gravy.
I'm not worried about getting hurt. If anything, I'm worried that I won't be able to live up to his expectations, if he has any, and he'll get hurt. To end all this babble, I'll just say that he's a nice guy. I love seeing him smile, talking to him, and being in his arms. It sure beats walking around in the cold alone. Believe it or not, he couldn't, I never really had a real boyfriend. Someone to really call my own, where feelings are reciprocated, and brave the cold with. Why do I sense that this year, 2002, its focal point is the cold more than anything else. I told him about my psychotic thoughts about the cold and he just smiled and said, "I know what you're saying. I was like that when I was your age. You're just getting old." sigh
Speaking of which, my birthday's coming up. I can't help but to mention because everyone seems to be remembering even though I can't remember the last time I celebrated my own birthday. I'm really gonna hide out that day. Maybe sleep over my father's house. I think the only people that I could forgive for remembering my birthday is my family back home.
Thanksgiving is coming up. I can't wait. That's the only holiday I really celebrate. Even just in my heart, in my thoughts. Of course, everyday should be thanksgiving; being grateful of what you have, but you know...it's Thanksgiving. And the food is plentiful. Gosh, I love turkey, and gravy, and corn, and the cranberry sauce. Shit, I am hungry. Time for my usual morning ritual. The potato croquet is calling my name and I must heed. It's Friday. I must have a job by Monday.
This morning, I was thinking about my last entry...how it sounded as if I'm burnt-out or something. Then I thought about this other guy who was wary and complaintful of his own burnt-out situation. Not to compare or anything but I was just thinking about how I can't afford to be burnt-out. So yeah, I was right. When you have too much time on your hands; the people that have luxury of sitting on their ass, where they just grumble and grumble all day long, about how life is boring. Sure, life is boring...it's meaningless, we live to die, yada yada yada. But we still have to live it. Make ends meet. Shit don't just fall on your lap or grow on trees. Ok, maybe not shit, but joo know.
Starved. To those that have made it this far, into the entry, even to where you are in life, have a good one all.
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