...sorta.

goodbye xanga, you've been good to me. hellooo wordpress!

there's something so amazing about the simplicity of that verse that emphasizes the caliber of the song "yellow" and its beautiful lyrics. maybe it's because the perfection of a well drawn line, after much consideration of its composition, thickness, and color means a lot to someone like me.

drawing a line seems deceptively simple, but surprisingly takes a lot to master. it strikes a chord with all the moments i've indulged in the depths of my anal personality to get every part of my artwork just right--a splash of yellow here, nudged to the right just a little, ending with a slight taper. all because it feels intuitively right. so the idea of someone drawing a line for me, dedicating a seemingly every day activity to me, seems far more profound than the flamboyant and far too common gestures of flowers and jewelry.

but back to reality. coldplay starts their tour in los angeles TODAY! and i am listening to all of their albums on constant repeat to prep myself for a glorious experience... chris martin dancing and clapping weirdly on stage and all.

the stars are definitely going to shine for me tonight.

currently rockin' on my ipod: "yellow" (live from 2003) - coldplay

decisions, decisions... decisions? "i'm not indecisive... am i?"

i'll be honest. i'm daunted by the idea of embracing the unknown and accepting that uncertainty will always be a part of any journey worth taking. in moments where structure feels deceptively secure, i'm the girl with the unhealthy reliance on post-its, planning her life to a fault.

but safety and comfort isn't what we're meant to strive for. that much i do know. and i have to remember that the extraordinary are ordinary individuals who choose to take a risk for something that feels particularly important at a certain moment, even when it doesn't make sense. or maybe we're all just fools running amok in search for answers that don't entirely exist.

either way, my far too analytical head just needs to catch up to my whimsical heart.

that is all.

currently rockin' on my ipod: "beauty in walking away" - marie digby

how is it that as a 24 year old making a living on her own as a working professional, i still obediently down the clear pouches of deer antler based medicine each morning? murky brown liquid collectively dreaded by korean americans for its acrid aftertaste that still lingers in the back of your throat despite the sweetest of chasers.

and yet, i don't have the heart to do otherwise.

"you'll understand how i feel when you have kids of your own" has always been my mom's answer whenever i insist that she's being over-concerned. my resolve reluctantly broke down when i saw the look of concern on her face the day my parents drove through an hour of traffic to deliver that box of abominable liquid to my apartment. would you have had the capacity to say no to that? because i didn't.

maybe i've been programmed over the years to pick my battles carefully, and it seemed easiest to just accept defeat in this particular situation. worse yet, maybe i'm just perpetuating the passive-aggressive stereotype that i've yet to completely shed. half the time, i don't even know why i agree to do the things i do when it comes to my parents. and sometimes, the inevitable conflicts that arise from my refusals don't seem to be worth the effort.

whatever it may be, drinking some nasty concoction and assuring my mom that i already feel better seems harmless in comparison to how much she's sacrificed for my wellbeing. what else can you do when you begin to see your tired parents for who they really are... not merely authoritative figures out to nag you endlessly, but human beings, flawed like anyone else, who simply want the best for you.

besides, wanting to spare all the bambis of the world probably isn't good enough reason to dissuade the will of a korean mother.

currently rockin' on my ipod: "shadowfeet" - brooke fraser

traumatizing moment of the weekend: being chased down by "wooley mammoth" and trying to run away, snowboarding gear still attached and all.

people should NOT be dressed up in oversized fuzzy character outfits. it's just wrong.

currently rockin' on my ipod: "otherside of the world" - kt tunstall