chrome ninjas

success! my week without solid food is finally over and i am
gradually regaining strength in my limbs again. i still get dizzy
pretty easily though. thank you serena and steven for bringing
me soup the other day. it was glorious! now, i'm just sitting
around waiting to begin working at carl's jr. and not much else.
it rained in irvine today. california weather be like "what's a july?"

reanimation spell

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the rpg arc

shout-out to my bro, chris ho, for bringing me strickland's
during my time of recovery! ice cream for breakfast is bomb.
recently, i watched "the secret life of walter mitty". if you have
an unreasonable amount of free time this summer break, you
should watch that movie. it was heartwarming and hopeful.

i don't even remember taking this...

elephant tranquilizer

sunrise at castle park

 daydreaming about acts of heroism and group games at 4 in
the morning is a slight mixture of both long-suffering boredom
and pain-killer induced joy. i got all of my wisdom teeth pulled
today...er, yesterday if we're being technical. so far, it's not as
bad as everyone has made it seem. except for the lack of food
in my stomach, everything else seems to be in check. the hunger
and the soreness have not not had their negative effects though.
not a drop of caffeine and i can't even get a second of sleep. in
my routine of closing my ideas, desperately trying to shut off
my brain, my brain's activity has only increased exponentially
about potential games to play during college retreat and about
illogical things i would do to protect people i know during
unlikely dangerous situations. humorously enough, the latter
thought process was occasionally the result of the former- me
thinking of somewhat dangerous games. i noticed that the main
game i had in mind was rather sadistic on my part. i wonder...
is that just me being crazy late at night or has the theme of the
games i create conformed to the sarcastically mean attitude of
generally everyone (except like olivia) in the college fellowship?
i'm just kidding...tammie is not sarcastically mean neither.
well, since my brain won't shut up anytime soon, it's time to go
put some of these ideas on paper. i hope that in a couple days,
i don't end up looking back to them and think they are terrible.
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if you have any ideas for group games that you'd like to play, tell me!
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hi there, sun! it is now 6:27 a.m. i looked over my sheet of directions
of what NOT to do after the operation...and i already violated two of
those things lol. maybe that's why there was pain early on. and maybe
that's why i couldn't sleep. moments of revelation like this...s.o.m.l.
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7:30- i decided to go on a walk to castle park. as i was walking, i saw
how the sun rising changed the look of my surroundings minute after
minute and i asked myself "why don't i do this every morning?" and
then i was like "oh, because sleep." at the park, i chose to conduct an
experiment in which i rediscovered the meaning of the word
"balancing" except with painkillers in my system. "don't fail me now
physics" i said while giggling at the horse seesaw below my feet.
surprisingly, i remembered how the center of gravity worked. 

last summer

why is the topic of my hairstyle always a conversation starter with you?

The Death of Nice

College roommates- one with a wedding ring and the other, a salary- meet for a drink,

Merritt Parkway, Connecticut, "This is positively the last one for me!" Two at the brink.

The housewife gossips away, laughs in a way of self-pity, as the ether sinks into her veins,

All the while, poison invades her brain, convincing her there are no consequential pains.

She wears her mask, her high class, ignores the daughter wearing unattractive glasses,

Hates the innocence, but cannot recall her own, because when asked about her past, she passes.

The man who brought her smiles hundreds of miles away died along with her genuine laughter,

The other man whom she married, she regretted before the ceremony, not after.

It was as if nostalgia had been stored up in the bottle, up to the last drop,

Reality stabs her chest as she realizes her best could be no more than a sop.

Her heart like New York has long since turned as cold as ice,

Tears roll down her cheeks, witness to a murder, the death of nice.

And this tragedy happened because she did not seek joy,

The man who died was her imaginary boy.

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i wrote this poem two years ago for my contemporary literature class

during senior year of high school. this post is strictly for documentation

purposes. i've got a lot of old papers lying around that i should burn.

after the boys of summer are gone

it's already been over half a month since my brother's wedding.
the surrealism of the fact that my brother is now the man of his
own household has slowly faded since that day. after the exchanged
tears over the phone and in person, after going to his apartment, after
helping him set up his entertainment system (of which i am jealous),
after walking into his empty room at home, after noticing a strange
silence in the house late into the night, after my cousin returned to
taiwan and i realized that i could no longer spontaneously hangout
with someone just by calling their name out from my door frame,
the processing in my mind of my brother's transition in life has been
completed. from this point on, i understand that we both have a lot
of growing to do- he must learn how to fully take care of someone
else, while i must learn how to take care of myself.