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| Love is like raindrops on a windowI heard that today in some Korean drama. Raindrops, but why outside a window? It's because they evaporate. Not only that; they leave stains behind. A plentiful amount of dirty translucent white stains that gather dirt. You hear that analogy and you can already tell that this person has been hurt and has a pessimistic outlook on love.
I tried overlooking their angry take on love and tried to see it with a more promising view.
When the first raindrops start to sprinkle the window, they start off small and uneven in shape. They conjoin with the dust that was on the window which dulls their sparkle.
Then the thicker, voluminous drops make their way to that window. It streaks down the glass, removing the scum that's in its path. Soon the whole window is shining in brilliance from the raindrops cleansing its glass. When you look through it, it's completely transparent with only a little bit of skewing from the water. You see what the rain has done to your window has done the same to everything else. Cleaning it, letting it start over new.
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not the best but it helped let some things out.
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| ReflectingI'm taking a step back and screening over the years. How much I've grown, how much I haven't. It's hard to believe that the ever-so-true cliche has been played through my life so well; time passes by fast.
So what do I see when I'm taking that gaze? I see my naive mistakes, attempts for attention, consistent clumsiness, but most of all I see change. If you asked me 4 years ago, when I was at the end of 5th grade, what my first year of high school would be like I'm pretty sure I would end up describing something along the lines of High School Musical (if that was out then.) My 5th grader self wouldn't even be able to fathom the stories I can tell today. In that, I'm proud to say that they're just stories and not tragedies. God is great and you can't comprehend what He has in store for you. I've learned that the easy way, and unfortunately the hard way also. At least I can look back and say it was for the better and there will be better things to come. No hard feelings, right? :)
It's nice to reflect every once in awhile; to see how far you've come and if you like it. It's scary to think that some people can't even do that because they're too afraid to look at themselves in the eye, or rather, their 5th grade selves. Shame, hurt, anger, or anything that would be deferring them from bringing back to mind their state of life, is hard to face but eventually unavoidable. Some people don't have a choice to reflect or not; some people are forced. Favorably, I chose to reflect back.
I don't think I'm turning out to be too shabby. Can't wait to see what else God has in store for me. :) | | |
| I love summer.Last Saturday was the beginning of my summer.
Sunday - Go to Georgia to stay with a friend to go to a retreat. Have fun at a karaoke bar and go home.
Monday - Go to the retreat at Toccoa Falls College. The waterfall there is amazing and I finally get to see all my friend's from Florida and Georgia!
Tuesday through Thursday - Retreat stuff. Hanging out. BOYS BOYS BOYS. WATERRFALLLLL!
Friday - Sad day. Leaving everyone. Yoon, I freakin miss you boy. After I go back with my friend, I ate papingsu for the first time, ate at 2 different asian buffets (everything in GA is so delicious), got to hang out with all the counselors and be treated VIPP!
Saturday - last full day :( I get to see JOOON and BOB! Movies with them. Land of the Lost. Joon :) Go to some house party but I knockk out. Too tired from getting less than 5 hours of sleep for the past week.
Sunday - Church at Siloam in GA. Get to see everyone INCLUDING MORGAN! Go home and shoot some firecrackers that we bought in SC. ahhh yeahh.
stuff in the week - lots of little things that made me smile. =]]]]
Today? CLUBBING at Suite. ID worked like a fucking CHARM.
My feet hurt, my make up is smeared, got groped and danced upon a milllion times tonight BUT
this summer is already one of the best summers ever,
and it's just started.
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| The Room The bag was bursting at the seams from being stuffed so tightly with her things. She flicked her wrist to switch off the light; the only thing she's leaving behind is the memories.
Even the dark couldn't blanket her eyes from seeing what this room was. This place, this heartache, this rented out closet space held her heart in the cruelest way. Something so cruel could only come from so many memories burned into the walls of the now empty space.
The bed was nicely made for once. The window drapes were too sheer to block much of the moonlight streaming through. It hurt her to leave; it hurt her worse to stay. All she wanted to do was run away from those precious thoughts. Finding herself wandering back to "those days" she quickly made an effort to stop. Never again, she thought, I can't fall into that same cycle. I can't hurt myself more. It was time for her to leave and never come back. It was finally time for her to move on and forget what she needed forgotten. She didn't bother to glance back at the room one last time when she closed the door. She already had it memorized to the last stain; she needed to forget. | | |
| My Buttis twitching. It's been twitching for the past half hour and I'm not sure what to do.
For the first couple of minutes it was just something I thought would pass. Most obviously it has not. It's only a portion of my butt. Of course, though, if it was my entire butt that was twitching I would be slightly worried. My left butt cheek refuses to cease twitching.
Hmm..maybe it's because I'm sitting weird.
Yeah. That was it.
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