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Tue, 14 May 2013 22:26:00 -0400

VERMONT.

Tue, 14 May 2013 22:11:52 -0400

WHY.

my mom.

Sun, 12 May 2013 16:51:00 -0400

after coming back from asia, i talked to my mom and asked her one question:

HOW DID YOU DO IT?

my mom has always responded with the same answer of, “love.”

beautiful, isn’t it? i used to laugh at that response…but now I get it.

how did my mom leave her home, move across the world, and survive? i was in asia for 9 days and although it was short, fun, and a much needed experience, i never even thought about leaving my home permanently.

the world is different now, people in asia know english…and it isn’t impossible to start a new life in a different country. if anything, its easier NOW than before.

my mom came to america by herself, knew no english, had no family in the states, and had no money and no one behind her to support her. fast forward to where she is today, she has built something extra ordinary from nothing. i came back so much more appreciative of my mother who had nothing and came to america and built a business, a family, and a home with her bare hands. I asked her, “was it worth it?” and she said “yes, my dreams came true.”

when i was little, i always said i would be nothing like my mother. but now i want to be more and more like her. my ultimate wish is to be more and more like my mother, fearless and loving, strong and wise, and have the courage and patience to take life head on. when people say i’m like my mother, i say thank you. if i show clear signs of my mom’s personality without even trying, then hey! what a compliment!

why shouldn’t everyday be mothers day to me? each day i grow to love her more and become exponentially more appreciative of her. <3 my mom

the joys of motherhood. tantrums after running out of yan yan...

Tue, 07 May 2013 22:34:00 -0400

the joys of motherhood. tantrums after running out of yan yan goodies…

being a drunk idiot with my cousin

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:32:00 -0400

being a drunk idiot with my cousin

The morning after any social event with coworkers

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 23:18:14 -0400

whatshouldwecallme:

steveyeun: lost.

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 23:02:00 -0400

steveyeun:

lost.

I have the ULTIMATE girl crush on her.

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 22:27:08 -0400

I have the ULTIMATE girl crush on her.

them thangs: If you put effort into something it shows; everything you intend,...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 15:07:00 -0400

them thangs: If you put effort into something it shows; everything you intend,...:

steveyeun:

If you put effort into something it shows; everything you intend, everything you think about, down to the minutia. It. All. Shows. So if you try even just a little bit, people will see that little bit. They might love it or they might hate it, but, at the least, they’ll have to respect how much…

after reading this…I have a bigger crush on you steven yeun. i want to bring you home to meet my parents.

my dad is trying to teach me a lesson...at 24. SRSLY!?

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 23:31:00 -0400

my dad raised me, constantly telling me: “you must work for your money.”

at the ripe age of 5, my dad put me to work. my dad used to pay me a PENNY for every single white hair i pulled out of the 40,000 strands in his full head of hair. for every black hair i accidentally pulled out due to the lack of dexterity i had AT 5…i got a scolding. the social responsibility of the kim household was clearly nonexistent.

at the riper age of 13, i had to work at my parents’ business…helping on the weekends and during summer vacations. it was what he considered, “character building” and “good experience.” i saw it as torture, abuse, and neglect… and it had adverse effects on me. my weekend/summer job experiences working them has caused me to be emotionless and nonchalant when walking through the beauty aisle in every pharmacy/grocery store. normal girls would spend more time picking out deodorant and shampoo…i stopped giving a fuck at 14.

fast forward to present, i called my dad and asked him to buy me something. rather than saying NO, he immediately paused and started to negotiate with me…like we were in chinatown. he said he would only help me buy something if i came home on the weekends to help him at the store.

my dad is no fool. i can’t throw the “dad don’t you love me” card. he knows, love doesn’t pay for anything! i guess that explains why i am so unromantic.

he proposed the deal: “you come home for 5 weekends, you come work with me in the store, so mom can have a day off.” i obviously hesitated, but i agreed to his terms and conditions. he then made my mom sit close to the phone and said “mommy is here and is my witness, you agreed. if you do not follow through, you have bad credit with me and i can no longer help you with payments as i won’t trust you.”

not only is my dad STILL trying to instill work ethic in me, he is trying to educate me on the american credit system. WOW. korean fob mentality…you can only appreciate it when you’ve grown up around it.

i love my parents. i’m so blessed.

i just want to eat, be merry, and die peacefully…not from...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 21:14:50 -0400

i just want to eat, be merry, and die peacefully…not from like diabetes…or like a heart attack.

BONZAI!!!!

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 00:00:51 -0400

BONZAI!!!!

where can i get somma dis.

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 19:48:06 -0400

where can i get somma dis.

If I am lucky…I will have a baby just as sweet as he is.

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 15:50:48 -0400

If I am lucky…I will have a baby just as sweet as he is.

i had just gotten off a 15-hr train ride. chipper as fuck.

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 00:09:07 -0400

i had just gotten off a 15-hr train ride. chipper as fuck.

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Sun, 31 Mar 2013 22:30:58 -0400

you’re so beautiful.

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 22:26:00 -0400

you’re so beautiful.

am i a bear? why did i get so fat this winter?

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 22:17:00 -0400

time to start getting into shape.

idk what caused me to eat like i was some food-deprived fool…but damn the weight has packed on like I’m some kind of bear prepping for hibernation.

one thing i wanna do before I die: http://www.runforyourlives.com

i always envy people who can run long distances. i could never make it past 3 miles (at my best) before i want to barf up my lunch. that extra .10 miles would probably kill me.

joining a zombie run might be the funnest thing ever. being scared shitless, simultaneously laughing…while running through the mud is my ideal day.

One day…I’ll move to Cali. That dream will come...

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 00:40:20 -0400

One day…I’ll move to Cali. That dream will come true.

I would gladly eat 600 of these and risk a clogged artery.

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 00:37:22 -0400

I would gladly eat 600 of these and risk a clogged artery.