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Emily eats 3.20.11

Emily Park — Tue, 22 Mar 2011 14:56:22 +0000

9 am – turkey sandwich
11 am – mini bagel w cream cheese
1 pm – turkey chili, turkey sandwich
5pm – guac and chips
8pm – ramen and rice
11 pm- yogurt 170 cal

Kuala Lumpy, Malaysia (5/24-27)

Emily Park — Mon, 26 May 2008 20:35:15 +0000

Yeah, yeah, it’s lumpur but I like Lumpy better.

5/23 I arrived at JFK about 2 hours before flight. I randomly bumped into Angie from high school. She was going to Singapore and Bali with a friend. Mimi and I were dorks and tried to watch 27 Dresses at the same time. Mimi got hooked on airline wine and I obsessed with Bejeweled. This was how the flight went. Mimi had a glass of wine. 15 minutes later, she passed out. I watched a movie. Mimi had a second glass of wine, then passed out. I discovered bejeweled. repeat.

5/24 Several glasses of wine, 19 hours of flying, 90 ringits later, we arrived at Tune Hotel in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Upon arriving, Mims, Justin and I ventured out of the hotel for some food. We found a lot of Indian food places; later I realized we were in Little India, land of Mimi! I had some sort of curry with meat in it. And garlic naan! Pretty yummy and only about 8 RM (=$2.60) each. Mimi and I bought water bottles with handles on them. These became treasured items along trip.

5/25 (sunday) Our first real day in Kuala Lumpur. We had breakfast at a little place (I guess a hawker stand?). Sarah had 12 RM worth of food. lol It was a vegetarian place and we were supposed to help ourselves. Where the hell are the napkins in this country! There must be a secret trove of napkins in the goverment vault or some shiz. We did a lot of the touristy stuff that day: Petaling Street in Chinatown where they sell a hella lot of items including Justin’s Spiderman outfit, booked our trip to Taman Negara, Central Market which was not quite as shady, Merdeka Square, the 4th largest mosque in Malaysia (zexy purple ponchos), the Butterfly Park… by this point we were all exhausted from walking as well as from jet lag. ALSO, we saw MALAYSIAN ALTERNATIVE BROS! HAHA one was wearing a santa hat hehe. HIPSTER RUNOFF We went back to the hotel for a nap which eventually turned into just plain sleep for some. Mimi, Cathy and I went downstairs for a beer and some girl talk.

5/26 (Monday) Our second day in Kuala Lumpur. For breakfast I had a 4 RM ramen with chicken sausage (the sausage was SO delicious) downstairs in the hotel cafe. We went to the more developed part of town and wow, wow, there is a huge disparity between the Golden Triangle and the places we visited the day before. I think this is one of those countries where there is a large gap between the poor and the rich because the Golden Triangle is really, really nice. I even had a 10 RM Starbucks iced latte (stupid idea since I can get them at home and I hate Starbucks). We couldn’t get tickets to the Petronas Towers (sad!) but we did get to take an hour at the mall KLCC. There was a large banner that read “One Legacy. One Destiny” in the front but Sarah and I interpreted it as “One Slut, One Whore… One movie” which spurned a whole discussion about Pablo Francisco “They are trying to take my tortillas!” After the mall, we took a cab to the KL Tower (20 RM entrance! geez) and attempted to get our 20 RM worth, aka took a lot of pictures. In this part of town, KL is not exactly thrilling since it’s a big city and not so different from home. Just has more Asians.

Next stop, lunch at Lemon Food Court. Impressive here. Lots of little stands selling different kinds of foods and drinks. I had a Thai dish, a Kekong fish cooked in foil with onions and some sort of spicy sauce. Pretty yums. C had noodles in a thick sauce with a little chicken, M had a delicious clear soup noodle dish that reminded me a bit of pho, J ate a lot of things lol and S had a dry noodle dish with veggies and chicken… lots of noodles. yum carbs and constipation.

Ok, here’s what we learned about KL. It’s hard to get drunk here. At least for cheap. We went to many, many different bars, trying to find a cheap happy hour. I think the cheapest we heard was 50 RM for 2 jugs of beer (8 glasses) but it was an incredibly shady place which I think may have been a brothel or a strip club… there was also a hilarious but slightly disturbing sign in front that read “No male on male dancing” aka no Homo-driving allowed.

We ended up having a drink at Outback Steakhouse (lol.. why do we keep going to American places?) but left after only one because the bartender let us down despite our verbal harassment (“Strong, Ok? REALLLLY strong!”). We ended up at a bar/restaurant called “Passion” that was in a rather unusual location on the corner of the street. We used their bathroom and obvi continued our relentless asking for strong AMERICAN drinks. “Yes, can I get the pint of beer?” *points to gallon jug* I had a Long Island Iced T, M & S shared a jug of beer, and C had a mojito that began our decent into drunkness. See picture with smiling (probably from being terrified) bartenders and me with my fingers all up in my face like “Does this make my face look small??????”

FINALLY – we ended up at Rum Jungle. We read about this place in the Lonely Planet (LP) guide, aka the Bible of Asian Travel (a bit different from the pink bible my mom packed away in my bag ha). Due to the unfortunate pricing of alcohol, we ended up getting a bottle of vodka (260 RM-ish = 80ish USD) all the while asking the waiter if we could trade the cranberry juice for another bottle. lol I think we just started thinking that we were allowed to barter anything but I think this only works in the po’ districts. The one thing the LP failed to mention was the HORRIBLE DJ at Rum Jungle. vomit. He was HORRIBLE.. and he kept talking over the mike “American girls.. the girls from America!” Yeah, we showed him what American girls could dance like lol… but jesus the music was bad. S reaaaly wanted some KFC so we made a stop there, and then somehow Mimi found an Asian food place where I had noodles in some kind of viscous soup. It was good, I think. lol C & M had different kinds of fried rice. M’s was SO SPICY DELICIOUS.

I def had jet lag. Can’t sleep!

I really wish I had brought my running sneakers for the jungle tomorrow… damn, it was a bad idea to switch to street sneakers. I’m goign to leave now bc the other guy in the cafe smells like BO.

5/27 We are leaving for Taman Negara, a tropical jungle that is like 130 million years old. The brochure says “Over 130 million years old virgin jungle is waiting for you to explore.” Lol.. wth is a virgin jungle.. I guess they mean natural and un-developed. I’m scurred of bugs. There are leeches.

April 2008

Emily Park — Mon, 05 May 2008 02:34:00 +0000

4.1 Tues – din w/ N & J at Hangang, “Hors de Prix” with Nikhil in Union Sq.

4.2 happy hour with coworkers at Opal
4.4 went to Branch w/ G and J and her friends, then PS450 where pretty much G and I talked the whole time
4.5 Fat Cat for Rach’s bday
4.10 dinner with David at “Maison” in midtown and then Carnegie Hall.. stopped by random bar for drinks and a long talk
4.11-12 went home to try to go to DMV, bake cake from Nikhil
4.12 Nik’s pahtee.. crazy dance sequences… karaoke at 3 a
4.16 took day off to go to DMV AGAIN. finally got card. came back to city, went to Dos Caminos with G & N.. went to hookah for 2 hrs or so.. did so much hookah made me sick-ish
4.17
4.18 Fri – went to Mamoun’s and Chipotle, then Sundaes and Cones w/ Rach & her friend; went to Central Park to meet with Cz Nat, G, N.. R came by.. just sat there singing and drinking.. apparently our two fave activities.. moved over to Solas to continue the fun
4.19 Sat – went to lunchies w/ N, G, J at Merchant in Chelsea… walked down to Soho.. finally went to Opening Ceremony
4.20 went to Nicky’s Vietnamese sandwiches in alphabet city with N, then Spitzers for some drinks, Bowery Ballroom for Tokyo Police Club where I saw Agyness Deyn!!!

“For those of you who are adorably clueless about who adorably hipster Agyness Deyn is, she is my favorite model ever! *insert excited forest critteresque noises here* I went to go see Tokyo Police Club last night with some friends and while I was waiting on line to pee in the ladies’ room, my friend M jumped through the door, grabbed me and yelped 4 beautiful words into my ear: “AGYNESS DEYN IS HERE!” Full bladder and all, I had to move on the prowl to see Burberry model Deyn who actually can pull off the hipster look. And in vogue. For a non-shy person, I can get incredibly shy and as I bathed in the glow that was Agyness’ hot white blond crop, I watched her walk away without having said anything. What could I possibly say without sounding like the drunken foo that I was? In the past, I had no misgivings saying anything to Mr. Big (SATC), Chace Crawford, and Ian Smoldering-Eyes (aka Boone from Lost). But Agyness! I was nervous!

One emptied bladder later, my friends and I emerged from the Bowery Ballroom where we saw Agyness AGAIN. Standing outside, like a normal person! With other people! Who looked equally normal!!!! Anyways, luckily I have friends who are less nervous than I and I was able to speak with her in embarrassingly crazed fan talk (she jilted: “How did you like the show?” and I think I said “OMG, I loved it! I love you!” jk.) and got a hug, but sadly I do not recall at all what she was wearing. So that is my Agyness Deyn story. And I don’t have a picture with her but I’d prefer just the memory.”

4.22 Tues – went to acoustic perf of Katy Perry at the Cornerstone Offices, then to see the new Judd Apatow movie
4.23 Wed Copper Chimney w/ S, G, & N; karaoke w/ G & N
4.25 Fri wine in the park w/ N, K, Rz, Almonds, etc.
4.26 home with JiHo and fam
4.27 Cooper Hewitt museum, Jackson Hole w/ N, baked flourless chocolate cupcakes
4.29 Veselka w/ coworkers
4.30 Wed – L’express w/ Hojay, “Milky Way Liberation Front” @ Tribeca Film Festival – “It’s a movie about a guy making a movie but he’s conscious that he’s already in a movie!”
5.1 Thurs – dinner w/ G & N at Madangsui in ktown, “Trucker” @ Tribeca Film Fest w/ hojay, drinks at Flatiron Lounge w/ GNMH

Dream Sequence #2

Emily Park — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 15:55:34 +0000

I only remember parts of the dream but somehow they were all sewn together while I was asleep. I briefly woke up before falling asleep again and had a second, minor dream, during which time I forgot most of the first, powerful one.

Set in Hawaii:

I am in a grocery store with a man who looks like Mario Lopez from Saved by the Bell (LOL). Apparently we are secretly dating, flirting. We walk through the aisles as I pick up items that are generally nonperishable so I can take them back with them when I return to the States. At first, he just has his arm slung over my shoulder but it slowly becomes hand holding, a bit more blatant that we are dating. Some of the native Hawaiians don’t seem to like that we are because we start getting some dirty looks. The grocery store is across the parking lot from the hotel we are staying at.

The other people in my group have special powers. Apparently there is someone evil in the hotel that they must get rid of as my friends slowly discover their powers they start using them to learn how to capture and destroy this person….

I recall a classroom scene where one student realizes that he can use his power to do his assignment in a very particular way.

SO fucking weird! I wish I could remember the rest of it!!

holy balenciaga

Emily Park — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 15:58:49 +0000

fall 2002. i’m 6 years behind but i want it drooolz

March 2008

Emily Park — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 14:14:12 +0000

3.1 Sat – reveled in amazing weather by taking brisk morning stroll to nearby Walgreens & spontaneous brunch at Vietnamese sandwich shop called Lee’s Sandwiches. G & S took us on a walking tour of SF, thru Union Sq., Washington Sq Park, Fisherman’s Wharf and Chinatown, ending in a liquor store near the beach to get beers & portable jello shots (how typical of us?). Classy glasses of wine at the Cliff House on the Great Highway. Dinner was Thai food from across the street, a bit of drunk munchies.

3.2 Sun – weather is still amazing. Took early morning walk w/ G to Union Square (stopped by Urban, the mall, Forever 21, etc.) and ended up eating Chinese food nearby. S woke up and took us to Hippie Hill in Golden Gate Park (truck stop at Ben & Jerry’s and McDonalds), where we discovered the multi-talented efforts of homeless bum Waldo (golfer, guitarist, bottle banger).. it may have been a lot less funnier than we thought at the time. Went to the beach again (same one on the Great Highway) and then wandered into this German restaurant for dinner (Gudt!). Finally came home for a food coma induced nap until 1 am when S woke us up and dragged us out to Lush Lounge for slushy martinis. Mmmm.

3.3 Mon – breakfast at Moulin Cafe across the street. Off to the airport for a relatively smooth flight during which G totally passed out.

3.5 Wed – dinner with hojay at Nomad in the LES; crocodile lounge w/ A & crew.. 9th place bing bong brothers!; shoolbred’s bar until 1 am.. god I’m tired.

3.6 Thurs – SEAS dance party… bumped into a lot of people I haven’t seen in a long time but usually don’t hang out with. duped the door guy out of two extra drink tickets.. silly thing but these kinds of things give me a little thrill. maybe i should pursue acting? ha.

3.7 Fri – grabbed dinner with Grace in Ktown, headed home to watch some Lost before meeting up with Colin @ Jackson Hole for a beer. watched Notes of a Scandal. strange, strange movie. watched more Lost and passed out.

3.8 Sat – woke up at 2 am and watched more Lost. becoming a bit obsessed. went to go watch Step Up 2 with Grace w/ 40s. were a bit over excited by movie and acted black for about an hour afterwards. yaki tori with G, N, and L. giant calpico drinks and lots of good food. Gingerman & Galway Hooker shortly after. Came home early to watch more Lost. Life is pretty much all about pursuing entertainment for myself these days. Need to find some more challenging intellectual conquests to improve myself.

3.9 Sun – went home, watched Lost and got ready for interview3.10 Mon – went on interview.. went well. went home and called first choice medical school. found out about rejection. cried. went to visit Lise. Yael! went to briefly hang out with Nik & G at Big Meow. played “chess.” went out to hang out at old apt. Amanda told some hilarious stories… too bad I don’t remember them (one about some promoter guy who kept popping up in her life). great talk.

3.11 went to Chinese Mirch with Yael. went back to apt to bake pumpkin brownies. did not turn out so great. watched Real Housewives of NY.

3. 12 Wed – went to Color Me Mine to make friend pottery. haha. went back to apt. watched ANTM and AI. another amazing talk.

3.14 Fri – went to McCormick & Schmick for lots of $2 dishes, to Whiskey Trader for 1 drink, down to Solas to meet Karen, surprise party at B Bar, Mansion ($1200!!!!)

3.15 Sat – dinner at Bar Stuzz w Jenn & HJ, drinks at Cibar for Amanda’s bday, to some bar that starts with B for 1 drink, off to R Bar w/ Jenn to meet G. baby mama drama.

3.16 Sun – went to acro-yoga at astor place gym. went to see la vie en rose. blown away by marion cotillard’s acting in the movie, although the film overall was so-so. inspired by the quality and passion of certain people’s work, trying to figure out how to be the same.

3.20 Thurs – grabbed a bottle of wine near Grace’s apt. hung out with her roommates while drinking wine. went to Big Fat Pussycat to meet up with Jenny & co. went home early.

3.21 Fri – home in the morning

3.22 Sat – went to lunch at Red Oak w/ fam. went to mall (Ruby Tuesday’s) with Ho and Nemo. came home and watched Lost.

3.23 Sun – went to Brooklyn to see Thao. went to Beacon’s closet. went to The Bank Job with Nikky.

3.25 Tues – went to dindin with Nikky in Soho at Corner Cafe shop. over-priced baked salmon but good conversation.

3. 27 went to Big Daddy diner, live bait near madison sq park, KARAOKE until 2am o god. haha

3.28 SMD @ museum of natural history w/ columbia kids

3.29 home for the night, hung out with jer jer

3.30 Sun bumped into 5 columbians on the street today. this is what happens when teh weather gets nice! http://pulse-art.com/pulse-art-new-york.html, with nikky, went to blue ribbon w/ nik & cf

3.31 drinks at Cinema Cafe, dinner at gam mi oak w/ G

03.21.08 Dream Sequence

Emily Park — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 15:17:20 +0000

I’m sitting in an oak paneled room, listening to a lecture. I am apparently sitting next to a friend, whose name I do not recall (let’s call him Max) but appear to know. Max is a studious looking fellow, feels familiar to me but I don’t think I know him in real life.Class ends. I leave class and want Max to follow me up the stairs and out of the building. We come out to what almost looks like the background of Ridge Ranch elementary school. Apparently, this is the exit of campus for me to go home (I have never seen it before, but my dream persona seems to know it). I learn that I have just taken a master’s class at Columbia University. I think to myself, in the dream, this doesn’t look anything like Columbia. Yet, being myself (curious), I want to explore. I am with Max’s friends tall, serious, somewhat intimidating John (making up names here) and skinny, nerdish Peter. We see another friend, James (biblical names… haha) driving a bus. He is pulling up the bus up to us but doesn’t notice this little 1960s beetle car in front of him. James drives the bus over the beetle car. I hear the crushing of metal between the two cars. I motion for James to stop but he doesn’t hear me. We tell him what happened and he drives in reverse, the little car re-appearing from underneath the bus. Max, James, John, Peter and I are joined by a tallish, skinny, short haired girl Lisa who immediately goes to talk to John. I am stuck talking to nerdy little Peter. Then they are all talking to each other in a different language, some Eastern European dialect. I think to myself that I cannot understand what they are saying but it doesn’t particularly bother me that I don’t know their language (similar to when everyone was speaking French). We start walking through Columbia “campus.” I don’t recall at what point we picked this up, but we have a white, rectangular rug/canvas. Someone is carrying it along as we walk through campus. Suddenly, the campus opens up and we are in a concrete field. It is ginormous and at the very northern side of it, there is this incredible pink and gold art deco palace. It’s ugly, huge, and condescending! The building itself is pink stucco and it has a sign written in gold writing. Of course, I am curious to know what it is. I lead the group to the building. Apparently it is supposed to be closed. But when I push on the glass paneled, white wooden door, it pushes open. I walk in, with the group, who seems to have gathered up a couple more members, behind me. It feels like an episode of Lost. Peter and I lead the group into a lobby/hallway where there are many, many door. I think someone mentions that this is the Russian art archives. We open one of the doors and it is like a white stone (limestone?) tomb: the floor is neatly lined with poster board framed art prints. I think each room represents a year (such as 1987) and all the prints represent the art works made in that year. Peter and I lead the group down the hallway, as I am about to turn the corner, Peter grabs me and says “Pure evil!” I sense the evil too, in the hallway. There is something creepily malignant about the building. The guys who were carrying the white rug/canvas dump it in one of the empty offices. Apparently the white rug is bad too. We begin to walk rapidly back to the exit… when I wake up to the noise of honking cars driving up 89th Street.

February 2008

Emily Park — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 14:24:26 +0000

2.1 sent home early with fever, slept and started to read “Blonde” by Joyce Carol Oates.. couldn’t continue bc it was just too goddamn depressing
2.2 back in the city, beauty bar w/ Natalia, Jenna, David, Grace, Lon, Nikhil, Deborah & dance friends, etc.; Second on Second w/ Nat, Ken, Grace, Lon; Yakitori at like 3 am
2.3 dinner at Jiho oppa’s; Superbowl pah tee.. dance/singing celebration post Patriots loss
2.5 dinner/oatmeal stouts @ Stout w/ Chang & cousin, walking around Herald Sq
2.8 Whiskey Trader’s with Alyssa, Karen, Tamar, etc. & Columbia kids, Chang; Burger Joint with A, J, C & K; Taj w/ Columbians & C
2.9 Republic & Sweeney Todd w/ C, Joshua Tree w/ Accenture people, Gingerman pit stop, Midnight Express w/ A, J & their co for a turkey burger at 1 am
2.10 Church & Starbucks w/ Colin, dimsum at Shanghai Garden with Andrew & George.. attempted shopping in Soho but too cold, watched Girl Next Door w/ C at home
2.11 Yakitori & Karaoke w/ Nikhil and Grace @ St. Mark’s Place
2.12 Lunch w/ Alyssa & David, got macbook fixed, Carnegie Hall (Curtis Institute orchestra) w/ David
2.13 Saks w/ Priya to buy a dress
2.14 Blue Ribbon Sushi Bar & Grill w/ C, Jumper
2.15 Saks w/ D, Whiskey Traders with Barnard chicas, Katsu-Hama for dinner, The Park w/ Colin, Columbians, etc., Spotted Pig
2.16 Stopped by Barney’s Warehouse, shopping with Grace in Soho, lunch at the original Sake sparkler (from Halloween), dinner w/ fam @ Chai, drinks w/ Alyssa @ Tin Lizzie, down to Fat Cat & Vol de Nuit with Andrew, friend, Nikky, Grace, Colin, Alyssa
2.17 Sun1pm Starbux w/ K, late lunch at Barking Dog w/ K, 550pm Diving Bell & the Butterfly w/ Andrew & George
2.19 Tues “Definitely Maybe” with G & 40s
2.20 Wed Fat Cat w/ Grace, Nikhil, Chang… saw Chace Crawford there!
2.21 Thurs Shanghai Mong w/ David, Nikhil, Grace… La Quinta Inn rooftop bar…Flatiron Lounge for crazy cocktails
2.22 Fri Burgers & Spinach dip for $3/person at McCormick’s w/ Columbia people… Whiskey Traders… The Edge (pool w/ old dude)… Solas!!… Soho Billiards w/ Nikhil & Karen
2.23 Sat Starbux w/ K… Bloomies w/ D & G… dinner at Yaki Tori… went out to Proof (crappy bar) w/ D & G… went to Wicker Park… Ugh.
2.24 Sun – went to Metropolitan… found expresso cafe at Food Emporium on 68th and 3rd… went to “Be Kind Rewind” w/ A
2.29 Fri – went to SF w/ G, got picked up from SF airport by S & G, immediately went home and celebrated reunion cali-style w/ wine from next door bodega

How to fall in love.

Emily Park — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 05:08:19 +0000

It is true we live in hectic, trying, scary, stressful times. It is not surprising that it is ok or common to speak of violence and the economy and a host of fearsome things CNN will draw your attention to: things that try your compassion and make you wonder at humanity and lack thereof. People will talk comfortably of sexual issues as they do of violence and tragic events but to mention things like love and romance? They scoff; they snicker. They twitch in discomfort. At best, it is seen as silly fiction. At worst, a lightweight new age soul search and yet….. At any rate, here is my own user’s guide to love in the millennium.

To fall in love, you must put away everything you have learned up to now. You must put away pride, wisdom, street smarts, and sophistication. You may keep dignity, patience, instinct and an open spirit. Relax your body, unclench your hands and open your palms. Look up to the stars and let snowflakes fall on your face without intercepting them. Wait. First, you must find someone or let them find you. In fact, it is better if they find you and you find them but this is only possible if you both walk backwards and into each other. But you must start unaware and without expectations. If you are waiting and ready, you will not fall in love. You might find romance but you will not fall in love.

The next thing you must do is to think of yourself as a house with all the doors and windows open. The other person will appear as sunshine that sneaks its way in and sends unexpected warmth upon you. You will bask in this delight. But then, it will change. That sunshine will become alternately rain and wind and cool breezes, and topsy-turvy gusts that upset your furniture and send your pictures on the walls all askew. You will want so very much to close the windows and slam the doors and slap your hands together in that brisk motion that says, ‘enough of this nonsense’. You might feel fearful and cover up the fear with the most wicked of all tonics: rationalization.

You might be so good at this that the rationalizations of things that are really a blessing and a gift, will seem as the truth. In fact, the opposite is so. The rationalizations are the lies – the truth will seem, well, unseemly. But no matter – if you go this route and forget this counsel, there is little to be done.

You will protest the weather and shut it out and forget that in minutes, days, hours – that same annoying wind of fearsome gusts can turn back into that sunshine that first warmed and beguiled you. But I urge you to become a student of the weather and simply watch it unfold. Welcome the rain and wind, knowing it will not harm you and besides, will soon pass. If you can manage to keep the door open, the rain will dry up and the winds will settle. You can look out again and see those rays which first caught you. You might marvel how it all changes while you have sat still.

If you can sit still.

Then there comes a hard part. You will relax and get used to the changing weather. You will learn to take to the wind and rain and not notice as much. Instead, happily, you will focus on that sun. That sun will become glorious. It will become larger than your own open house. And just when you get to that point and are reveling in this light, a big cloud will come. This cloud might stay and obliterate that sun which you have grown to love so well. It will stay so long until you know this is not a change in the weather. It is indeed, the new landscape and a painful reality of the heart.

At first, you will hope the sun will return but as the days turn into borderless chunks of time, you will know that is unlikely.

Now this is odd – because clearly, this is not simply weather changes but a permanent state of affairs but still, you will have that same urge to shut the windows and close the door. Now, there is no rain, snow, or wind to make you do that but still – you will want to take a hammer and nails and hammer down shut every crevice that sun or any light might creep through.

You might even close the shutters around your heart. I urge you not to.

If you are telling the truth about wanting to fall in love, this is how it is done:Take the glow from your own heart and your own truth. Set it in each windowsill. Make candles of your faith. Take the glitter from that plant called hope and the twinkle from the dreams you cannot give up. Adorn your home with these things. In time, you will not miss that sunshine you grew to love. The light will go from inside, from your own hearth, to the outside. You will not need those flippant rays you first experienced and learned to rely on. That warmth that starts from within and stays.

One day, you might even look out again – because after all, you are still, in your heart of hearts, a student of weather. You might see another home – similarly lit. That might be an indication of another full, strong, open house – the only possible match for your own abode. It might be a place worth visiting. It might be a place to go to.

They say falling in love is wonderful. It is. But at first it will be scary and it might not always work out. You might only taste romance which, as lovely as it is, is simply love’s residue. To fall in love you have to be smart but naive. Hope against hope. Hold your heart high, proud, but unfettered. Celebrate its scars. Cry until you do not know what to do anymore. Sleep. Dream. Wait and be ready. There is always more weather. There is more sun. Put the hammer and nails away. Turn your palms open and upwards.

And that is how you fall in love.

link.

Cholo Lesson #1

Emily Park — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 22:55:46 +0000

Emily: see grace

lesson #1

a REAL cholo

doesn’t use guns or knives

she can use ordinary objects

and turn them into weapons

Grace: nice nice

Emily: paper clips

broomes

Grace: i feel like im 10x smarter than i was in the morning

Emily: HAHHA

Grace: paper cilps are dangersou!

Emily: true

Grace: you turn those bad boys out

Emily: HAHA

Grace: unfold them

put a bunch together

and ther eyou go,

Emily: HAHAHHAHA

Grace: a knife