pahahaha I'm moving around like a pinball. my one-year-paid-account is about to expire, so I decided to move on to bigger and better things... I still like livejournal, but I'm just gettin bored you know? it's this 12-second-attention-span of mine I s'pose.

what was I talking about again?

I'm still keeping my account so I can lurk. luuuuurk.

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peace in the Middle East~~~

I just watched this movie and it's sooooo good but I'll get to that later...


Today I went to class and then did nothing when my holmes BriBri texted and we took forever and a day to decide to go eat at Ham Ji Bak for some delicious gamjatang. I love Korean food. There are other foods I like but cannot eat everyday. I could definifeitely eat Korean food everyday. Ham Ji Bak gets  athumbs up for gamjatang. You could order one and it's enough for 3 avergae people. We got one and couldn't finish T_T I felt bad awasting all that pork sighhh~

And then later at night I went over to Eddie's to drink some Jack&Coke like old times in España con mySther and we watched CATCH ME IF YOU CAN. It's def one of my favorite movies now. OMFG how did FRANK ABAGNALE do all that shit before he was 19 years old? GAWWWWD. So amazing.

Sometimes life is boring during summer shcool, but I'mr ealizing it's fun when I make an atctive effort to have some fun. Even watchinga  movie and drinkin with a good friend is good good good fun. I love it. I don't wanna graduate T_T

SML SML SML SML SML!!! 

 hey hey it's been a week since I got back to the USA. I wish I had the stamina to do a good post so that I could look back and reflect, BUT I'm so damn lazy. That's probably my most used phrase for the past couple of months, "I'm so lazy." That and, "I'm sweating balls" and... yeah I donno what else.  I'm back in LA and sort of bored sometimes since lots of people are gone and I have nothing to stress over. Is that weird? Lack of stress is stressing me out. I guess I just thrive off the pressures of responsibility. Having no Hanoolim or CEC stuff is turning me into this gelatinous ... THING. 

All righty... I'm almost unpacked now. Just a few more things left in some boxes, but for the most part... I'm almost settled. We need furniture though. We have a couch outside and that's it. We need dining area stuff, coffee table, tv maybe? I donno~

It's my last week in Granada, and I'm kind of sad about it. It took me some time to adjust and get used to it, but I've grown very fond of this city. I lava it and don't wanna leeeeave. The things that make me happy about going.... Barcelona's glorious weather (Granada is so damn hot - and I'm staying in Barcelona for a week before going back to the USA), Korean food in glorious Ktown, Korean food in my glorious home made by mi madre, seeing my family, seeing Douglas Ryan Chu, seeing my friends, watching English-speaking programas on TV... lots of things. But the end of the program is so very bitterswet.

 

It's really weird that this should happen because I've been thinking a lot lately about how iconic certain people, places, and things have become in my short, short lifetime. (i.e., hammer time pants, the golden arch, Elvis moves - before me but still lives). Michael Jackson immortalized so many images - one sparkly glove, the red jacket with lots of zippers, the white socks, the never-before-seen dances, the fedora, crotch-grabbing, etc etc. I feel like everybody's blogging about it, but that just goes to show what a big deal the guy was. I'm not gonna lie, I don't think I count as the biggest fan (I only actually have ever purchased the History and Invincible albums) and I feel like everybody and their moms are now claiming to be the biggest fans ever, and that annoys me b/c lots of them prob make up the crowd that made fun of his molestation accusations and weird choice of cosmetic changes... I am pretty sad. After watching that documentary that came out made by that Indian guy a couple years ago, I totally saw MJ differently and never once doubted that he was a very troubled guy.



On a lighter note, I'm in Spain right now for a while studying abroad. I'm gonna double my blog as a travel log but it's gonna be kinda boring because I'm just recording things right now more so for my own account.



Monday, June 22

Arrive in Barcelona after a stop in Chicago and a stop in Frankfurt, Germany. Successfully make it to Hotel Citadines and spend 4 Euros on half a sandwich (con jamón) and water. We tried walking around looking for night life but I gathered our hotel was in an Itaewon-type-area with only creepy peoples out at night.



Tuesday, June 23

Picasso Museum, Barrio Gotholico, Plaza de Saint Jauma todos with a Spanish-speaking guía so I didn't understand a lot of the history, unfortunately. I guess this is for comprehension practice, but I feel like I'm being jipped out of the tours because Spanish 4/5 at UCLA is not at this level. And if it really is supposed to be, Spanish 1,2,3 didn't prepare me for this. Hmph. It makes me grumpy sometimes but whatevs, the rest of my class has WTF-faces too. Later at night, Esther and I tried to go to the beach for some St John's holiday celebration, but the beach was hella days away so we stopped at some point, back tracked, and chilled on a dock for a while. I didn't like getting so much attention in Barcelona. Every few minutes, literally, some creeps would greet us with a pervy, "Hola, chinas." I just wanted to pop a jaw and be like, "No soy china, bitch." Anyways, finally we were approached by two non-creeps, Manyu and Ali from Gambi, Africa. We just chilled for a whiles and talked about Spain and the USA and blah blah.



Wednesday, June 24

Tour of a museum with little replicas of some of the architecture by Gaudí and La Sagrada Familia. This tour guide spoke soooo fast that I just zoned out most of the time and just used my eyes for comprehension. Finally splurged and got some good food (paella) at this cute little restaurant somewhere near the cathedral. When we got back to our room, we knocked out for about 12 hours. Night life fail. Again.



Thursday, June 25

Long ass bus ride from Barcelona to Madrid. Mostly spent talking about random shit with Esther, having a mini dance party (with only me and Esther sharing headphones haha), and attempting to read. We stayed awake the whole time and my butt was numb and sweaty. Got to the hotel and slept for a while, woke up, and found out MJ died via the plethora of facebook statuses. Then I watched CNN for about 5 hours before finally falling asleep around sunrise. Night life fail. Again.



Friday, June 26

Today we went to the Museo del Prado, and then ventured off with new amigos Anthony and April to Plaça (Catalan spelling hee) Mayor and a palace. We went on a good day and also went to this fruit market, and there were lots of food booths in the plaza. Yum yum. Walked around lots and saw very-Europey-looking-streets and stuff. After our siesta, we went out to meet some people from the EAP Madrid program and went to eat some tapas and drink some sangria, then we wandered into some random bar for a drink. 

Saturday, June 27

I think the museum was called the Reina Sofia, and it was contemporary art and I actually enjoyed it minus being painfully tired/sleepy. Normally modern art just makes me WTF-face, but the stuff there (Dali, Picasso, Lumiere brothers-omg I actually remember something from French 41!) was all cool. Afterward, it was a journey to get back to the hotel because Esther and I didn't really know the way but we used awesome brain power and conversational Spanish to find the right path. Then we siesta'd until now (11:45 pm haha). Esther's taking a shower and after we're off to get some dranks.


I'm pooped, BUT here's a flash update for weird shit that I've seen...

• Naked guy with tattooed underwear.
• You know those statue-performers in San Francisco who move a bit if you give them some change? There are soooo many in Spain, and sometimes they're really bad. It's so sad to see people making their living by doing a shitty make up job and then just sitting a stool waiting for people to throw some change at them. 
• There are hella Indian people here tryna promote the discotecas at night.
• Esther sleeps A LOT.
• America is retarded a little bit for trying to be so different. Different voltage, different measurement systems make life a little more complicated here sigh.
• It costs so much to drink here. OMG I have a greater appreciation for Ktown like no other. All you people who complain about paying $20 at Hanoolim events need to stfu because it costs about $16 just to have two drinks and no anju at all!!! That is a major thumbs down for Spain. Makes me miss Korea and its cheeeeapness (in terms of night life). 
• An older lady's dress was flapping in the wind a little too much and I saw her undies.

Things I miss already and will want right away when I get back to the states:

• Ktown food (zha zhang myun, sullungtang, donkatsu, gogi, soondooboo, KIMCHIIIII)
• Fresh Choice (there is so much sausage here it's gross)
• Mexican food (Benito's, El Taurino, King Taco)
• Laundry machine (been hand-washing everything sigh)
• Because Burger King is so damn expensive here, I really want to eat it. Jr. Whopper for a $1 sounds so good right now. And I haven't eaten BK in years.
• Sobe Orange Carrot Elixir. OMG deprived cry cry cry.
• Hawaiin Sweet Bread
• QB :)

Seeing as I've already taken 2/3 of my finals and just have one more on Monday and a paper due on Tuesday (one that I have already written, btw), I spent a lot of yesterday and today watching movies (with my cariño). And they were all movies I've never seen!! Haha people that know me REALLY well know that I watch a lot of movies over and over. Anyway, so many new movies in two days. Here are some thoughts on them so I can further push the studying aside.

Little Miss Sunshine. Now I know everybody and their mothers has already seen this movie, loved it, and raved about it, but for whatever reason, it didn't really interest me. I finally watched it and thought it had so many absurd moments that it was just weird enough that it worked. What a dysfunctional family oh em gee. I'd have to say that my favorite character was Dwayne (the brother on a vow of silence). He said so much without ever saying anything. 

Bridge to Terabithia. I remember my 5th grade teacher reading this book out loud to us after lunch every day for a while, but also remember not always paying attention because on days I did pay attention, I'd thinking, "what the heck is going on?!" While watching the movie, I was reminded that I didn't pay attention at all. Also a very touching story and kind of depressing, but I enjoyed it a lot and when I cried near the end, it wasn't a flowing-cry (the kind of cry that I got during Up), but more of a choking-uncomfortable-cry because it was just so damn sad. 

Chasing Amy. Now this movie is really old, and I'm a fan of other movies by Kevin Smith (aka Silent Bob). The thing with his movies is that there is a lot of dialogue, and the lead woman, has a really annoying voice. So sometimes her voice got in the way of me fully appreciating what was going on. However, looking past her annoying voice, I thought it was a really interesting story line. And of course my favorite part was when Jay and Silent Bob make an appearance.


Also, over the course of the past few months... Ryan has downloaded some of my favorite tv shows for me (Doug, Hey Arnold, Are You Afraid of the Dark?, Salute Your Shorts) and watching episodes makes me so nostalgic and happy. Yay! Okay. Back to... "studying" (aka occasional look at notes, check facebook, skim through book, check facebook, practice conjugating verbs, check facebook). 

I was looking through Bruin Life (the ucla yearbook) the other day (my graduating roommate bought one), and the cheesy stories on the pages accompanied by half candid/half posed shots of students took me back to high school and the end of the year signing yearbooks, watching movies in class, and not giving much care into school but looking forward to summer. I really miss having yearbooks every year T.T

5 more days and I'm done with third year of college!! BOOYAH~

 It comes in many forms, but I feel most inspired not by nature or other beautiful things, neigh. NEIGH! Instead, my biggest muse is jealousy. When I see talented singers or musicians, magicians, comedians, thespians performing live on a stage, I genuinely feel a huge lump of envy behind my eyeballs. It bothers me for most of the show (or play or act or whatever) and gives me this itchy feeling inside my being to get home and do something creative with my vida. However, by the time I get home, the feelings of creative-wanderlust have usually fled and I go about doing my normal thing (eat, sleep, scratch, pee). 

If I could somehow harness that truly-inspired/jealous-moment I get whenever I see a good performance, I wouldn't have such a thing as writers' block! But then... everyone gets blocked, I suppose. Otherwise, why would there be an expression like 'writers' block' ? 

I'm not really sure what happens to my brain when I'm jotting down some lyrics or thinking of a good line for a verse I've been working on, but it would sure help to be aware of my thought-processes. My meta-cognition sucks. In other news, I have a really weird rash on my right forearm. I wonder what it could be. Another epidemic?? Stay tuned for... wait for it...


HAESUE FLU
dun dun dun

I've been home getting some much needed R&R, but also some un-needed and unwanted G. G for gas, that is. I don't know what is making my stomach so nutso, but my family doesn't appreciate it either T_T

I watched Pan's Labyrinth last night, and I thought it was such a terrific movie. Guillermo Del Toro you so crazy.

I left LA at 5pm and got out of the Valley around 7pm. Traffic sucks. People who break randomly on the 5 when there's nobody in front of them suck. People who go slowly and then when I get in the other lane to pass them and they speed up suck. Gusty winds are kind of cool. Once I reached the San Luis reservoir (this fake lake thingy near my house), it was hella windy and that wind was pushing my car around like crazy. I felt like I was captain-ing a ship in outer space with crazy intergalactic forces trying to get me into some weird orbit. But no no no, I did not give in and I made it home in one piece. 

Once home, I watched some tv with my sister, and fell asleep on the couch, as I do 90% of the time when I watch tv at night with my sister. I would wake up every so often and make some random commentary because I was partially awake/watching whatever... this is like when I fall asleep during lecture and somehow know when we need to turn the page for slides and do it in my partial sleep. 

Relationships are weird. By relationships, I mean relationships with all people. Friends. Family. Significant. Especially with the people you love the most, emotions get magnified. You get emotional over things that normally wouldn't make you that emotional (overly happy or overly angry happen a lot to me). The negative feelings are usually caused by stupid things, and then I feel all retarded because I'm mad over something so stupid but I'm also too prideful to be the one to admit that. So I wait. That waiting period really sucks and I end up starting a million texts, scrolling to the person's name in my contact list a million times, and debating with myself if I should just humble myself and say sorry. Sometimes I break and resort to apology via email, but sometimes I feel like I'm not the one that should make first contact. And other times, I just choose to take no action because I'm too tired to want to fix anything at that moment and run away (figuratively) and try to do other things to occupy my mind. 

Blah blah blah. I went to Taco Bell for a pit stop on the way up, and I saw some people from my elementary school/high school (they were together but the ones from my elementary school didn't go to my high school). It was weird because I knew their faces but never knew them personally. Facial recognition is crazy though. I hadn't seen some of those people in almost 10 years and I was able to instantly ID them by face, name, what year they were... WAHHH the brain is crazy. 

edit at 6:15am // As tired as I felt when I got home, I woke up like crazy after writing this entry and watched the season finale for Ugly Betty (a show that I've been watching religiously since it first came out). I'll just say, that this two-part episode was one of my favorites. As I'm lying in bed trying to sleep a little before the day full of whatever my mom has planned, I can't help but realize that trouble sleeping is caused by lots of things, but for me, I have a hard time sleeping when things aren't right with people that I don't want to be in the wrong with. Does that make any sense? I have such an icky feeling inside when I know people (that I care about) aren't happy with me for whatever reason. I get that the-world-is-going-to-end feeling. Bleh. I need a haircut...