2009: Wine & Dine.

This past month, I've been aimlessly walking around muttering to myself "2008 needs to end NOW." And finally, within a matter of hours, the New Year will be creeping up and bringing hopefully better fortune and happier times.

This year started out wonderfully, I was dancing on clouds. But as I progressed through the spring months, my good times came to a screeching halt and I was suddenly forced to grow up. Grow up too fast, if you ask me.
2008 was unfair, my time was robbed and I was bombarded with responsibilities up the ass.
I don't have much to complain about. I know, people are living lives much harder than mine, but I guess I just wasn't ready to handle any of this. I've grown weaker.

The year's cons outweigh the pros by twenty fold.
And I can't express just how sad this year has made me. The only things that really got me through this obstacle of a year were first and foremost, Jesus Christ, and secondly Brian, my boyfriend. The only two constant things in my life.

So am I excited about 2009?
Nope. I enter 2009 with no expectations, taking life as it's thrown at me.
Am I hoping that 2009 will be better?
Hell yeah. I think we all need that.

Happy New Year, everyone!
And God bless our upcoming year.

Two Two.

Last night consisted of my cousin turning twenty two, dinner on Vermont at Pallermo's, a movie at The Grove, and back to Vermont for a karaoke session.
Oh, and the karaoke place had Love Lockdown by Kanye, it was just as horrible as the actual song.





He's my Power Ranger partner.

Juicy Christmas.

My Christmas evening was well spent at my Uncle's house in Newport Beach in Orange County.
His house is incredible, my dream home. Christmas was awesome this year, spending time with my extended family, catching up with everyone, and exchanging gifts.

Let me tell you, gathering over twenty middle-aged to senior Korean folks in one room definitely causes a chaotic medley of the Korean language mixed with English and the occasional obnoxious cackle. Everyone is loud and intently bragging about their own kid. It's great. It's my family.







More surprises tomorrow.
I'm stoked.

Lights, Christmas, Action.

It's mind boggling to compare and contrast Christmas 2007 to Christmas 2008.
The same time last year I was writing in my Livejournal about how I hated someone that had wronged me, I hated the Holidays.

But 2008 has brought me some of the greatest gifts such as memorable times and special relationships.

Christmas is a time to appreciate one's family and gives one a chance to express love and gratitude. But most importantly, Christmas is about the birth of Jesus Christ, the Messiah.

Far too many times have I stressed about the meaning of Christmas, and what it really is about. As corporate consumers, we indulge ourselves with extravagant presents and overwhelming sales, however many of us lose the reason we celebrate CHRISTmas. It's all for Jesus.
All though, I will say, I do love presents!

Merry Christmas, everyone!
And Happy Holidays.

Good or Bad.

Hopeless.

QT.

Heart Cleansing.

Today was a "normal" Kim family day, except we went to Lake Arrowhead and Big Bear Mountain. This is no where out of the ordinary for my family, we do like to venture on quests to various locals where we experience new things and places.
The rugged terrain forced us to attach snow cables (the simpler version of snow chains) to our RX and we continued to drive north for only one purpose: to play in the snow and walk around in 35 degree temperatures.









We ate, we played, I fell.
As I was walking around the town of Big Bear, I was calmly thinking to myself, "Damn, good job, Jane. I'm surprised I haven't slipped or fallen yet."
Then the next few seconds that followed were a bit fuzzy, and all I recollect is my brother laughing and picking me up and of course my sore ass bottom, I had slipped on ice.
SO graceful.







Heading down the mountain was prolonged due to constant brake lights being shoved in our vision. The sun was setting and as the clouds lay upon the purple sunset, I attempted to take a nap, but I was no where near successful. Other drivers were honking, braking, and definitely antsy to get down the tedious lump of snow covered dirt.

To top off our tiresome day, my family and I dined at a Chinese/French fusion restaurant in San Gabriel. Newport Restaurant gathers a hefty waiting list of hungry asians wanting lobster, crab, and shrimp. I wasn't too hungry to begin with, but I was captured by the architecture and decorative pieces that surrounded. Plus, shrimp and crab aren't good for my health, another story for another time.









I'm tired, my butt hurts, and all I want to do is talk with my BF.

Almost at Double Digits.

Today was a frigid 57 degrees of pure loveliness.
Today was full of ups and downs.
Today was absolutely perfect.



"Your face right now looks like the time I first saw you..."

Under the Weather.

Literally.

Freedom, alas! Hardly.
How is it that right after finishing my finals I am struck by the common cold? It must have been the unexpected torrential conditions that wreaked havoc on my body. I was a skeptic about winter coming around this year, I mean afterall it is Southern California, I wouldn't have been surprised if it stayed 90 degrees year round. Preparation, I wasn't prepared and my body was just tired, I was asking for it.

Yesterday was my last day of finals and I was stoked, however I did have the normal cold symptoms like a runny nose and a mild cough, nothing too crucial. Finals weren't the last of my day, my parents dragged me up into the mountains of Angeles Crest Forest to go "look" at snow. I honestly was expecting to come home, drink some tea, and watch TV, but my parents wouldn't let me be. They insisted it would be so much fun and that looking at snow cleanses the heart. Rubbish. I sucked it up and went to go see snow, and it was beautiful. However I was carsick the entire ride and to top it all of my parents wanted to take me out to dinner and walk around in negative temperatures at The Americana at Brand. I came home, and knocked out like a oversized bear in hibernation.
My mind was murdered and my body was being tortured, but it certainly was lovely.

I woke up this morning expecting to feel somewhat better, but I was way worse. My head seemed to have a mini jack hammer slamming away at my brain, bricks laying on my back, a never ending fountain in my nose, and a cough that shook my entire body for what it was worth. Again, I took some Theraflu and fell asleep like Sleeping Beauty, minus the beauty.

I've been in pajamas all day, watching The Office: Season 2, laying with my cat, and BBMing on my phone.
Thank God for Blackberry Messenger and my boyfriend.

Some long overdue pictures from the beginning of December up to now:


















Keep warm, take Airborne, and go look at snow.
It "cleanses the heart."

I Dread That.

I was gorging on my cheeseburger and french fries from In-N-Out, when from the corner of my eye I spied a white teen, about the age of 17, who fashioned on his head a gnarly set of dreadlocks.
He was pasty, medium build with some meat on his bones a.k.a. "baby fat," he wore an army green military style jacket with matching pants, and I'm going to guess a Sublime shirt he probably stole at a Hot Topic sale of some sort.
Probably doesn't even listen to Sublime. Whatever, besides the point.

Black people with dreads, that's normal.
But white people with dreads? C'mon.
It has nothing to do with a white person's heritage, it's not natural or hippie like, and it sure as heck doesn't look good.
No one will admit it, but I have this theory that people only have dreads so they don't have to wash their hair anymore. That's gross, and smells.

I just don't understand what makes someone wake up in the morning and say, "Damn, I am white and would look SO good with dreads."

NO, you wouldn't, buddy.

The Big One.

I swear the last time I watched Keeping Up With the Kardashians, Khloe Kardashian was chubby. But I guess she finally shed the baby fat and models her bare skin for Peta.





Thanks, Khloe, for representing curvy girls all around the world, and of course giving a voice to animals.
LOLZ.

Aunt Flo.

I feel like I just got shot.
Well, I feel like how I imagine being shot is like.
I can barely open my eyes, I'm always cold, and I'm so cramped that the only remotely "comfortable" position to sit or lay in is the fetal position.

Goodness sake, why does a woman have to go through twelve period cycles a year? WHY?
Ready to make babies year round? Hardly, I'm twenty years old, couldn't I have started menstrating when I actually wanted to have kids?
But if that was the case, I'd probably be rambling about how I wanted boobs and curves instead of this "period" blog.
So I guess I do thank my period for coming, for giving me decent sized breasts, and curves that belong on an Arrowhead water bottle.
But still.

Yes, I'm on my period.
And all I want is a gallon of pistachio ice cream and some sappy ass movies.
Oh, and of course, my boyfriend to snuggle with.
Damn, that boy is so fucking warm. :]



But since I don't have that, I'll just sit on my couch in my oversized sweats, with my dorky glasses, sip on a Gogurt and watch some Oxygen. Alone.
While falling asleep to the faint sounds of my Blackberry. Glamorous.

It hurts.
Shoot me now.

He's Soooo Cool.

Why on Earth?

What the Corps.

God bless this man and his life.

Prayers and thoughts go out to this fellow Korean, and definitely my prayers go out to the pilot who was trying to stabilize the aircraft. He did his best.

Oh, Lord, help us now.

Link Courtesy: CNN

Super Glue, Please.

Today at dinner, you made me want to die.
I don't think I can sit through another quiet meal, with awkward silences, and rude sarcastic remarks coming from one mouth.
How much longer do I have to live through this agony?
How much longer are you going to live dysfunctional?

I am tired, and I beg you to stop.
If you have an urge to speak your smartass remarks, please, spare us and keep it to yourself.
My head is about to burst.



And the sad thing is, you will probably never read this.


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Femme Fatale.

Kiss my neck, suck on my lips, breathe heavily into my ear, grab me with force, give me chills as you graze my curves, whisper dirty little things, call me pet names, make me do bad things, touch me, choke me, bite me, lick me, and leave me marks.



In song,
In poem,
In literature,
In speech,
In stares,
In touch,
In love,

Tell me I am "beautiful" one thousand times.

Sing-a-Long.

I can't believe it has already been two years since High School Musical's premiere. Yet, I have never gotten around to watching the High School Musical series.



So tonight I sit here on my living room couch, procrastinating on my studies, watching High School Musical 1, 2, and someday I shall watch the 3rd.

I always thought the trilogy was pretty ridiculous and not worth watching, but I will say that I was wrong. The songs are pretty catchy, and the dance sequences definitely want to make me get up and move around.

Let's never speak of this again.
I feel so lame.

Travelling Student.

So I spent that last hour and a half deciding what classes I wanted to take, and precisely how my schedule will be for my Spring 2009 Semester. And let me tell you, my schedule is pretty outstanding.

Tuesday/Thursday (01/20/09-05/18/08):
CADV 250 (Child & Adolescent Dev.)
MATH 140 (Statistics)
RS 204 (Religious Studies)
PSYCH 150 (Human behavior & psychology)

I know I'm going to need to amp up my study habits, also known as, actually reading textbooks and promptly doing assignments.

On a side note,
I need to have this Pan Am One bag. Immediately.


Pan Am One -$90

Not neccesarily the Marc Jacobs collaboration bag, although that would be a plus but I am aware that the collab. bag is very limited and a bit pricey now.
The bag comes in both Royal Blue and Vintage White. I'm definitely leaning towards the blue, only because I believe it can easily give a bland outfit a pop of color.


Marc by Marc Jacobs -$64

What would I use this bag for you may ask?
I know that Pan Am is known for their durable bags that come in various carry-on size which are very convenient and light weight.
However, I would be using this bag not only for travel but:
For school, carrying my books and my laptop.
For the gym, to carry runners, a change of clothes, and a hoodie.
For casual use, shopping around town or even running errands.

I HAVE TO HAVE IT.

You.

I feel like it's been months since I last felt the warmth of your body and the security from your hugs.
We've been on our own schedules and own mentalities the past few weeks, and occasionally we may have our outbursts of battles.
But I go to bed, not afraid, I go to bed knowing that you love me just as much as I love you, knowing that as you rest your head on your pillow you hope and pray to God that you dream about me, just as I hope and pray to God that He would fill my dreams with visions of us together. Those are always the sweetest of dreams.
I go to bed knowing that petty little fights and your physical absence will never stray my feelings for you.

You have been my best friend, and the one who's been strongest for and with me.
Life issues have been hording me left and right, and sometimes I wonder when God will make things easier on me, but you reassure me and constantly remind me that my life is good.

I don't know what else to say except that I simply love you.
No other words seem to suffice, and the most appropriate thing to say is: I love you.

Is this too mushy? Perhaps.
But after all that we've been through, I think there is plenty of room for mushy.

Almost nine months, and definitely counting.


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