September 2001 Archive

09/30/01
Yet Another Public Service Announcement

There is a Constitutional Amendment being proposed that will ultimately ban homosexual marriages/civil unions and possibly domestic partner
benefits in the future. It is being pushed through Congress quickly so as to make as little noise as possible…there’s so much else in the
news right now…

Short and to the point: If you agree that gays and lesbians are NOT second class citizens and SHOULD be allowed the same rights as all men
and women, including marriage/civil unions, then please go to this site and sign the petition in order to make your opinion known:

http://www.petitiononline.com/0712t001/petition.html

This petition is being organized (it’s not an “add your name to the bottom and forward” kind of thing). Go to the site itself in order to
sign the petition. And please pass this along to your friends and family (gay & straight allies) so that we can all, together, convey the message
that the Constitution is about human rights, not just religious rights.

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Unburdened

09/30/01
Unburdened

Part 1:
At my reading for APAture this past friday.

I didn’t pee in my shorts.
I didn’t barf.
I didn’t pass out.
I survived.

So, to me, that’s considered a success. Yes, my voice trembled. My body language expressed my nervousness a little. I tripped over a few words, and squished the ending of my story a bit to get it done & overwith but I was still met with kind applause. Goodness. I might even convince myself to do it again next year. Maybe sooner, but we’ll see if/how opportunity presents itself. In the meantime, I gotta say a couple of things.

#1. Thanks so much to good friends for encouraging me to submit in the first place. Woot
#2. Thanks muchos muchos to my friends who showed up to cheer me on, even those of you who dressed in all black like euro-trash to embarass the dickens out of me.
#3. Thanks muchos muchos muchos muchos for my friends for *NOT* doing the wave or flashing those bright yellow signs that spelled out my name while sitting in the audience during my reading.

I think I would have died otherwise.

Part 2:
I cleared up my room a little bit. Loaned my old keyboard and a spare hard disk I had to Ze Photographer so he can start storing all his images on his computer. He’s got a ton of talent and that goes beyond not laughing at me and being patient over sunset therapy.

Part 3.
My dad made me cry today. I try to call Pops every weekend at least. Just to check in, tell him I love him, I’m alive, I’m eating etc etc. We usually don’t get into anything terribly heavy and his updates to me usually involve some reference to his golf handicap or the weather.

I told him I planned on taking the GMATs next sunday and getting my applications in order for Business School.
He turned it around on me and asked if I wanted to go to grad school for my writing and to teach.

Me: “What?”
Daddy: “Well, I was thinking… you were English major in college.. you like the writing. Maybe you should try go to school and teaching there.”
Me: “Really?”
Daddy: “Yah, I was thinking. You are happy when you writing. You have talent. So it’s your life.. If you’re happy, then I am ok.”
Me: “But Daddy, i thought you wanted me to go to business school and get a job doing something like that”
Daddy: “I never said that…”
Me: “But Daddy, there’s very little money in it. I mean grad school’s expensive and at least with an MBA I could get a pretty decent job…”
Daddy “It’s your life. You like writing. It’s ok. You try.
Me: “… ….Wow”
Daddy “I love you.”
Me: “I love you too, Daddy.”

I usually call my dad while driving. Our conversations are typically short enough that it’ll take me from the toll plaza to the Treasure Island tunnel heading from Oakland to SF. If it gets stressful I usually tell him I have to focus on changing lanes and click off. Today we just said goodbye after exchanging a few additional words and I clicked off.

30 seconds later I called back to say…
“Hey Daddy, I forgot to tell you, I read a story yesterday. It was in front of all these people, like 250 or so at that Bay Area Asian American writers and artists thing. Do you remember Daddy? When I was little and you brought me Mcdonalds to school? Daddy? Do you remember?

He sighed yes, slightly distracted.

“I read a story about that Daddy. “
“Oh that’s good.”

“Hey Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Nothing, I just love you.”

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Scary

09/28/01
Terrifying Things

#1: My reading tonight
#2: The GMAT next week
#3: Josh threatening to ask me out as I assist him in breaking his “korean girl cherry” thing.

Frankly.
I’m going to have nightmares.

FLASHBACK
** New Poem inspired during my trip **
Cambridge
It’s quiet now
And looking out the window
Framed by the feathery leaves of willows
Grey stillness
Illuminated by sallow streetlights
And an absent moon
I envy your ability to consider such things ordinary.

While my breath is shallow,
Smothered by January blankets
You sigh heavy in unrestless slumber.

Beneath the window,
red ivy stretches over speckled stone paths
leading only to this door
and you consider these things common.

As I scratch the inside of your elbow with a kiss
You awaken with a look that tells me
I’ve been impolite.

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09/26/01

*GULP*

APATURE Literary and Performance Evening
Friday, September 28th
Doors open at 7:30 PM, Program 8 � 10 PM

800 � 830 Teri Untalan: Jazz artist with an entourage of musicians
830 � 837 Min Jung Kim: Poet
837 � 847 Eric Chang: Collection of standup comedy
847 � 854 Patricia Wakida: Reading

854� 908 Intermission

908 � 913 Jenie Pak: Prose piece
913 � 923 Pireeni Sundaralingam: Spoken word
923 � 938 Sabina Chen: Featured Artist – Literary
938 � 958 Neela Moorty: Featured Artist – Dance

WHERE: SomArts, 934 Brannan St., San Francisco
WHAT: Kearny Street Workshop’s “APAture: A Window on the Art of Young Asian Pacific Americans” is an annual multidisciplinary arts festival featuring the work of Bay Area APA artists between the ages of 18 and 35. APAture builds audiences for young APA artists, and brings our young artists together with their community.

Cost: $5 performance evening;

PS.
Anyone else think that Josh is a big biyatch?

PS II
My friends are cool. One sent me a postcard of NY with the WTC towers in it and the Brooklyn Bridge.

In it he writes

“Nam et si ambulavero in medio mortis no timebo mala
quoniam tu mecum es virga tua et bacu7lus tuus ipsa me consolata sunt.”

Psalm 23:4

Like I said, I have really cool friends.

PS III
God Help Me.
I actually helped proof this book.

Sparkle – The Queerest Book You’ll Ever Love

Someone please hand me a fucking tiara now. Right before I point this gun at my head. Yeah, thanks. Kiss Kiss. I get special thanks on page 247 as a proof reader. Rob, the author, was the office manager and reigning queen at one of the companies I worked at in the past. It’s not Umberto Eco, but it’s a trashy fun read

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09/25/01

Sometimes…
Sometimes I want to be quiet.

And listen to lightning.

watch thunder.

taste rain.

touch fire.

And swallow the night.

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes…

Sometimes there is nothing else left for me to say.

A Tough Prayer

Lord,
It is easy for me to pray for those
in my country
mourning, in pain,
to those serving on behalf of liberty
in need of healing, strength and courage.

Lord, it is easy for me to pray for peace.
For comfort, for thy mercy,
‘and thy wisdom, that it be granted to our nations’ leaders.

Lord, I ask you to give me the strength to pray for my enemies.
That they may yield to justice, not at my hands or the hands of this nation, but to yours.

Lord, I ask you for the will for forgiveness, in my own heart
and in the hearts of all people suffering, and seeking compassion
not only for themselves, those that speak the same language,
have the same colored skin,
mouth the same prayers,
those bound within the same nationhood,
but to others across your scarred world too.
Especially to those that I would consider my enemy.

Thy will be done.

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Agreement

09/20/01
Aggreement

Ze Photographer and I had a bit of foggy day therapy over green tea this afternoon.
After much discussion he has expressed the following truisms.

#1. Korean women are difficult.
#2. Korean women are hard to date.
#3. Korean women have issues.

These sadly enough, I have to concede as truths.

#4. Korean women are phenomenal in bed.

Um… *yeah*.
Ok, he didn’t say that. I stuck that in there. But hey, it could be true, right?

Ze Photographer has also consented to *re-deflower* me if I still haven’t “gotten any” by the time I turn 30. Woot.
Only 3 more years of celibacy to go. Wooo!

Oh how sad is that.

Did I mention that Ze Photographer is just about my favorite shoots-from-the-lip-hard-boiled-tough-nosed-smack-talking-
irreverent-no-bullshit-taking-or-giving-talented-and-quite-a-sexy-biyatch-smart-with-integrity Korean guy that I know? No romantic sparks have ever passed between us though. He’s very smart and hey, truisms #1,#2, and #3 apply for moi as is already painfully evident here.

There are no Korean women (besides yours trully) that is cool enough for him. He says they tend to be myopic. If you swing with the “princess-big-lashes-liquid-eye-liner-yes-obba” crew, then hmmm, yeah I would say that could be true.

He says that all the Korean men he knows are too boring or couldn’t handle me. Considering that between the two of us we know of more than a handful of mid 30 year old Korean men who are still living iwth their parents, I couldn’t quite disagree with this either.

Gah.

I get a feeling those 3 years aren’t going to be short enough.

Min Jung

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09/19/01 – IMPORTANT UPDATE

STOP THE HATE. STOP IT NOW. NOT EVERYONE WITH THE “WRONG” COLOR SKIN OR HAIR IS YOUR ENEMY STOP THE HATE NOW.
LET US NOT REACT TO BARBARISM WITH BARBARISM AND BLIND CRUELTY. STOP THE HATE NOW.

WORLD TRADE CENTER AND PENTAGON BOMBINGS: ANTI-ASIAN AMERICAN BACKLASH
Compiled by the Asian American Legal Defense and Education Fund, www.aaldef.orgPartial List of Reported Incidents

(as of Sept. 17, 2001)

For More Information or to Report An Incident,
Please call 212-966-5932 or 212-760-9110 x 476
Or email info@aaldef.org, mfung@aaldef.org, or sling@aaldef.org

New York
� A Huntington Station man screamed “[I am] doing this for my country” as he attempted to run down a Pakistani woman with his vehicle. He revved his engine for several minutes, put his car into drive and headed directly at the Pakistani woman standing on the sidewalk.

* A Sikh man in Richmond Hill, Queens (a large Indo-Caribbean and Sikh community) was assaulted with a baseball bat and shot at with a BB gun by a group of people. He was seriously injured.

� Several South Asian AALDEF volunteers were driving through the town of Hempstead, Long Island approaching Baldwin Road North when the vehicle was pelted with rocks. AALDEF reported the incident to the Hempstead Police Department.

� A Floral Park resident reported that an Indian antique store located in Jamaica, Queens was vandalized when unidentified individuals threw stones through its windows.

� As a Sikh man was running to escape the explosion at the World Trade Center, a group of four unidentified men chased after him, calling him a “terrorist.”

� Three Sikh men aboard a train leaving Grand Central Station were singled out by NYPD officers who asked to search their bags. It was reported that the officers kept saying, “We’re sorry we have to do this” after the men asked why their bags were being searched.

� A South Asian woman riding a New York City subway was spat on and told that she belonged to the group of people who blew up the World Trade Center.

� Unidentified men with a paintball gun assaulted two Sikh teenage boys in Richmond Hill, Queens. NYPD officers, who witnessed the attack, apprehended he perpetrators.

� A 7-11 shop owned by a Sikh was burned down in Ronkonkoma, Long Island.

� A Sikh temple in Richmond Hill, Queens was attacked by miscreants who drove by and fired rubber bullets at the building.

� Indian stores in Jackson Heights, Queens were vandalized.

� A Japanese American Brooklyn resident was leaving the Graham Ave train station when he was followed by several men shouting, “fucking foreigner” and “cocksucker.”

� An elderly Flushing couple of South Asian descent was shopping for groceries when they were hit in the back by rocks while anti-Muslim epithets were shouted.

Four white teens threw three bricks through the first floor bathroom and kitchen windows of a Sikh family’s home in Brooklyn. That night, eggs were thrown at their second floor window. The police responded to the attack in a hostile manner.

A Sikh owner of a grocery store in Long Island was shot and killed.

� A Chinese American Manhattan resident was followed by a Black man who yelled, “You Korean, you Chinese, go home where you belong.”

� A taxi cab driver of South Asian descent was pulled out of his vehicle and beaten.

� A South Asian student at the State University of New York at Binghamton was pushed and shoved while racial epithets were shouted.

� A fifteen-year old Farmingville boy made several harassing phone calls to a 7-11 store owned by an Indian American threatening to blow it up. Meanwhile, a national bomb threat closes a 7-11 store in Sparta, New Jersey for an hour as township police searched the premises.

New Jersey
� A Bound Brook Sikh family awoke to vandals throwing stones through their living room window at 1 am. The Bound Brook police department has not identified the incident as a bias crime.

� When a South Asian man driving from work in Jersey City to his home in Franklin Township approached a stop sign, a group of people threw garbage and stones at his car while they cursed and told him to “go back to his country.” The harassment continued as he drove on Interstate 78, when a car next to him sped up and gestured for him to lower his window. The driver of the other vehicle cursed at him and said, “You did it!”

� A Sikh man from Lawrence discovered that his car tires were slashed.

� In Atlantic City, a man accused of calling a taxi company and threatening to blow it up unless its taxis were pulled off the road was charged with making terrorist threats.

� The 2-year-old daughter of a Woodbridge resident was playing outside her apartment complex when a number of teenagers started to pelt her with stones while yelling racial slurs.

Two Sikh men were driving on Route 80 when another vehicle slammed into them.

Maryland
� Passengers spewing anti-Arab hate pushed an Indian American student at the University of Maryland out of a metro train.

Washington, D.C.
� A Sikh man was accosted by pedestrians on the street, who began to yell expletives and threatened to “get” him and bomb him in retaliation for the terrorist acts.

Massachusetts
An Indian-owned convenience store was vandalized by two teens who threw a Molotov cocktail through the store. The teens were charged with assault with the intent to murder, hate crime, possession of infernal machine, and malicious and willful burning.

Rhode Island
� An Amtrak train in Providence was stopped by local police officers, who boarded the train and arrested a Sikh man because he appeared “suspicious.” The passengers of the train applauded as he was taken away, and several white youth shouted, “Let’s kill him, let’s kill him.”

North Carolina
Two Muslim students at North Carolina State University were physically attacked and spat upon.

Arizona
� A gunman drove to a Mesa gas station and fired three shots, killing its Sikh owner, Balbir Singh Sodhi. In a wild rampage, the gunman drove to another gas station and shot at the Lebanese American owner, and then fired shots into the home of an Afghan family. Mr. Sodhi was the father of three sons, ages 22, 24, 27. He was planning to return to India in November to live with his youngest son and wife. The assailant, Frank Roque, was charged with one count of first-degree murder, two counts of attempted murder and three counts of drive-by shooting.

California
� In Los Angeles, a Pakistani man parked his vehicle at the Glendale Galleria Mall and returned to find it scratched across the right side with the words, “Nuke ‘em” written all over.

In San Francisco, vandals threw a bag of blood on the doorstep of an immigration center that serves Arabs and the city’s large Asian population. They also threw a large plastic bag labeled “pig’s blood” on the front door of Minority Assistance Services in the Mission District.

An Indian American walking in the South of Market area of San Francisco was beaten and stabbed by a gang of individuals yelling anti-Black and anti-Arab epithets.

Illinois
A Pakistani cab driver was beaten on East Chicago Avenue.

Wisconsin

� Two Asian students from the University of WisconsinMadison were attacked while walking down West Gilman Street. This assault was the fourth incident of violence to occur near the district, and local police officers have not classified it as a hate crime.

Michigan
� An Indian American student from the University of Michigan was harassed by two white men as they screamed, “Go back to your country.”

Ohio
� A Sikh gurdwara (place of worship) was attacked when an individual threw a beer bottle filled with gasoline through the window. The fire was later contained.

Oklahoma
A Tulsa resident of Pakistani descent was beaten by three men and was hospitalized.

Texas

A Pakistani grocer in Pleasant Grove, Dallas was slain; the local police have not yet determined the motive for the killing.

A firesetting device was thrown at a Conoco station in Southeast Austin owned by a Pakistani man. No one was injured because the device fell short of the store, leaving burn marks on the sidewalk.

A southwest Houston tire store caught fire Sunday morning, two days after customers threatened the Pakistani owner. The customer threatened the victim: “You are going to come in my country and threaten me? The way you burned us, I am gonna to burn you and I’m gonna burn your place and I’m gonna burn your people.”

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Timing

09/19/01
Timing.
The notion of time, timing, opportunity, and being present within each moment has come to mind a lot over the last few days. Most recently with the week’s events, but always in bits and pieces from time to time as well.

At 10:30 tonight, Potpie & I stepped outside on the patio, lit our respective candles, and dealt with our mutual sense of solitude. I had learned earlier tonight that a boy toy that I liked to kiss on occasion, whom i’ll refer to as MWNC (man with no chin), had recently overnighted with a new love interest. They were both at my last party too. Bohm chika bow bow. Yesterday, an exfactor whom I hoped to borrow for a hug told me he’d started seeing someone as well and felt the situation would be complicated too. Fooie. And thinking back on my exhausted return to the US, while halfling & potpie had scrambled to come pick me up from the airport, due to miscommunications, they were an hour late and while others were greeted with flowers, flags, and immediate hugs and kisses at the customs gate, I was outside by the curb waiting and realizing that I wasn’t really coming home to anyone. Not anyone *like that*. And for the first time in my life, recognizing that twinged a bit. Oh halfing & potpie, you’re not chopped liver, but you know what I mean, don’t you?

Ze Photographer, a new yorker through and through, and I had a long talk last night, reminiscing and recapping on the week. He proclaimed that during a crisis like this, he just wanted to turn off the TV, have someone over, and have sex. Lots of it. Non stop. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Something to shake off the cloud of anxiety, fear, anger, and depression that has been spreading like july dandilions across the landscape. Something to remind you that you are alive. Something to make you feel that you could be close, comforted, and expressively intimate with them. I laughed at him as he nagged me to get over my 2 year hump. (Ha ha) It made me think a bit about lost opportunities, my own anxieties and hang ups, and some of my outdated notions of love and romance that I cling to. “What are you waiting for? Come on…” No, that wasn’t an invitation directed at me so much as a goofy chide to stop allowing life and opportunities to pass me by when time, of late, has made her presence so palpably clear, and she’s shorter than you expected for an incarnation of immortality.

There are things that I horde for special occasions or for no other reason than I dislike the notion of waste and I consider myself unworthy during the present. Lotions, soaps, bottles of wine, scotch, matches, stacks of postcards, frilly underwear, hotel soaps, etc. Why bother? It’s so ridiculous in the grand scheme of things to be so worrisome about a potential future instead of being grounded in the present. Being mindful of the opportunity in the present. Being aware of the precision of events in the present or immediate past as opposed to recognizing patterns and chances long since lost.

*Shrug*.
Looks like time for another bubble bath.

Special Note


In Memory: Christina R. UM Class of ’98, victim in WTC.

In other News
The salon has decided in my absence that my temporary replacement should become permanent. Ergo, I am totally out of a job. Even that crappy one. My PR client is unable to give me any projects at this time pending funding. My unemployment insurance file has been reopened and amazingly enough I still have a wee bit of cash left in my savings. Unemployed from a real job since late April. Impressive no? The european vacation was the first time I actually hit up my credit cards. I think I’m doing alright considering. Stressing about the salon is really, the *least* of things to muddle my little nut of late.

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09/18/01
Normalcy

No it’s not a common word that you would attribute to my life. My adventures, my state of mind. My musings, and my interactions with strangers or friends where strange things happen. These things are rarely considered normal to most folks but I suppose they are fairly common occurances for yours trully. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have nearly as much to write about.

I have been back since Saturday evening.

I have been exhausted, numb, and weary, completely mute and unable to attribute into complete sentences the words in my head, the images when I shut my eyes, the aching songs in my ears and this odd pain below my ribs.

I suppose that it is ia good thing that I am still jet lagged. The exhaustion numbs me a little bit and as I try to go about normal activities, cleaning, doing laundry, loading the dish washer, watering the plants, etc…I am trying to put some semblance of normalcy back into my life, at least going through the motions while I adjust back to that ephemeral state that is considered normal.

I miss normal.
I miss when my only worry needs to be about fixing a hem on my skirt, blurting out my attraction to a boy, or rising gas prices. I miss thinking about my writing, laughing about my sex life or lack of, prayers that bring moments of intimate peace, laughter that causes belly aches and delighting at an image of a charming young princess, or catching lovers in a tender moment.

I miss normalcy.
I miss feeling normal.

Min Jung

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09/17/01

I am home.

Thank God.

Min Jung

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Ever so ready

09/07/01
Ready to Come Home

Hey folks.
I’m tired and i’m ready to come home.
My trip has been amazing, wonderful, entrancing, culturually uplifting, full of delight, surprising, enchanting and yeah…exhausting too. Two toe blisters to show for it.

I’m in cambridge now, the home of the tattoo princess, a friend of mine from highschool days who is having a bath and who, with her husband,must be the only pair in all of europe with non dialup based internet access. To you bloody europeans out there, a couple of things to note.
Number one, take a bath.
Number two, remember to use soap.
Number three, no, I’m not a Japanese tourist, i’m a bloody irrepressible American, got that?
Number four, yeah…you got churches older than California has had a pulse but you’re all on frickin dialup you heathens.

I actually paid $30 US for an hour on 24K modem dialup at a hotel business center while strugglin with a french keyboard to check my email. How utterly primitive. So yeah…sorry for the lack of updates & such. I flaked…but not for lack of trying.

Anyways, I’ve taken nearly 900 photos (no exageration there) with the amazing power of my digital camera which has taken a brutal beating during this trip, and alas not a single one of those pix includes my celebrity sitings.

Quick quick summary of my trip so far:
Airfrance fricking cancels their flight.
Stupid Alitalia makes traveling a nightmare
Cranky babies are we all as we fly into geneva.
Lausanne in Switzerland is fricking amazing and not just because our hotel was a palace.
Ferry boat ride to Evian (where I drank a diet coke)
Driving through the swiss vineyards in montreax and seeing a real live castle on lake geneva known as Chateau Chillon.
Flying to Nice and doin day trips to St. Paul de Vence, Monte Carlo & the palace of Monaco, and then a few days in Cannes sitting by the pool. (Enrique Iglesias was in our hotel)
Paris and catching a cold, lunching on the eiffel tower, seein notre dame, sacre coer, and a day trip to Giverny which is Monet’s old home (spotted Jane Seymore Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman there). Musee d’Orsy & the Lourve. Mona Lisa? Yuppers. Plus some other amazing pieces that I adore. Not to mention walking around in the grand palace at Versaille. Oh yeah, and Elizabeth Hurley was having drinks with Denis Leary at the table next to us one night.

London: Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Houses of Parliament, Harrods, Covent Garden, South Kensington, eating oysters under a disco ball, live jazz music, cooking dinner for friends, learning the tube, getting lost in shoreditch, the victoria & albert museum, the british museum — all of it, and st. paul’s cathedral too.

Can you see how I could be a little pooped?
Yeah…and that’s the dazed gloss over version.
I haven’t even gotten into my dissertation on the varieties of Japanese tourists here, getting stalked by a aggressive eyebrow korean lesbian couple, or the run away fiancee episode, or the princess baby that we were traveling with that goes Woah woah woah woah wooooo when we see big sites, having a sweet old man stop dead in his tracks and call me beautiful while i carried roses through the streets, watching a man watch me as a character study over coffee, wine, and a cigar… he is, I think, a writer whom i think i recognize from Poets & Writers magazine about American writers in Paris, amazing hot chocolates, thefting tons of hotel soaps and jams, what hot dogs mean in Europe, getting proposed to by the hotdog guy with ugly teeth, Cute boys oliver the german drummer boy & alexandre the cute italian hero, and having a button pop off my shirt at the noodle bar tonight. Oh yeah, there is such a delight in hearing a brilliant english accent come out of a cute asian eyecandy boy’s mouth. Yummilicious. For real.

Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that I had to get orthotricycline (the pill) fedexed to me and then replaced when the cleaning staff accidentally threw out the envelope. Yeah. Crazy. And the invention of the new hit single “Croissant crumbs in your armpit” Of course my singing skills do nothing to make up for the loss of fellow Detroit gal Aliyah. Prayers go out to her family & friends of course. But in the meantime, I still have a few days to muck around here in London and maybe catch up on doing some writing. I’m just exhausted though. Tomorrow fish & chips and the day after will be English Tea.

Breathe breathe breathe. The whole trip has been one huge run on sentence.
Coming home next week. Missed you. Did you miss me? Yeah halfling, I missed you too. Sorry i lost your address so couldn’t mail a postcard to you.

Min Jung

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