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Weeeeeeee!
Comments now work.

Thanks Bertie!!!

Currently taking applications for moonlight smooching .
Any takers? One time only offer.
*giggle*

PS.
Yes, I know my comments still don’t work.
Blah.

Feeling: Happy 80% Cloudy 05% Cranky 15%
Pray It Forward: That I have the strength to persevere.
Thinking: My eyes hurt. I should go to bed before midnight for once.
Listening To: Better Than Ezra – At the Stars

Ack.
Don’t you hate it when you realize how stupid you look to others when you’ve been clueless about it yourself for some odd months? Kind of like having a decent date and then going home, sighing fitfully, smiling to yourself in the mirror only to discover a piece of broccoli the size of Mt. Hamilton between your teeth.
Yeah.
Smooth.

Do this once, just for an excercise in embracing your utterly beautiful dorkitude.
Collect all the email correspondance that you’ve had with the cute (boy/girl/farm animal/bot) and put them all in one folder.
This correspondance may span days, weeks, or months, but they give you a good guage of how you present yourself.
Now read all of them over. In sequence.
Follow this up by reading all the email you’ve sent regarding said cute (boy/girl/farm animal/bot) to your best friends, strangers, ex co-workers, soliciters, and agents.
Try not to hit the keyboard too hard with your head. I still have the “T”, “J” and “G” imprinted on my forehead.

Wayyyy to gooooo.
Wayyyy to gooooo.
Wayyyy to gooooo Min Jung!

Things with this site are finally coming along.
Not everything is as polished as I like, but hey.. the welcome rug is out, so come on in. Help yourself to a beer.

Stuff that I still need to do:
* Fix Commenting Script
* Linksy Love Randomizer
* Doublecheck Archives file
* About Me/MJCam/Specials/Writing/pix – Interior Pages
* MJ Cam – cam folks, cam links collection
* V2Archives
* etc.

How long will it take me? God only knows.

A cute pix of me and the amazingly drunk Ernie from the party that I’ve gotten from Eric.

Is it just me or does Ernie look like he could eat a small child with those spaced out and completely bloodshot eyes?
Look! Ernie’s face & eyes match my shirt! (Note to self, buy those new VS transparent brastrap thingies…bejebus)

In Other News
My dad just got a copy of KoreAm Journal with my latest peice in it re: why I’m still single.
Now, what followed was quite interesting.

#1: He gives mea guilt trip for making him look bad.
“But Dad, it’s supposed to be funny…I’m joking, people like it!”
“You still not married and you blame daddy! Shame on you!”
“No Dad, I’m not really blaming you…if anything, hey…dad…it’s just an article…”
“Aigooo, stupid daughter.”

#2: The pass off.
Dad passes off the phone to my step mom Monica to give me the “soft sell” on some guy they want me to meet.
Cuz, after all, the Korean church pimping divas (aka everyone’s mom in Detroit) have decided that I’m overdue to get wed.
She then proceeds to tell me about a nice gentleman, a doctor no less, with a lovely house, a little bit older, etc.. in OHIO who is just looking for a nice girl to settle down with.

She then rattles off at speed talks at Mach 10 the disclaimer (besides the fact that he’s in Ohio).
He’s short. Very short. Shorter than my dad. And I’m 2 inches taller than pops.. Mind you, I’m only 5′6.
I suddenly have visions of a Doc Shorty who looks like a Korean Drew Carey with a stethescope that reaches up to my belly button.

#3. The hard sell.
Dad then proceeds to tell me about the father of Dr. Shorty who knew me from old days at church.
Then about how I should come back home to Michigan so that Dr. Shorty can come up and visit me there and perhaps meet, or write letters, or exchange pictures.

My response to it all?
Grief.
Go…
Go photocopy my article. Create a massive distribution of it nation wide through all the Korean Catholic church pimps & ahjuhmahs.
Let everyone in the land know my name and that I am single. And of marriageable age. And talented. (And reasonable cute if I dare say so meself).

And then
Go. Away.

Eric, one of the cool peeps from the VRBP (Very Rad Blogger Party) over the weekend, posts the partyblog in audio.
Boy do I sound like a ridiculous monkey.

And btw, I kissed the monkey. (And gave a few pecks to other cute boys at the party too…but nothing too scandalous…honest)

02/25/02

I’m not dead. Yet.

If you’ve visited this site with any regularity, then you may have noticed that I have failed to be either loquacious or timely in writing this week. There have been a number of attributable factors.

#1. Being sick
Sickly ickly nauseously bone achingly sick. The kind of sick that makes your head hurt when you blink.
The kind of sick that makes you wonder what the hell was that thing that you just coughed up and is it giving birth.
The kind of sick where the blankets are too heavy to move. Nigh, even the sheets are a bit weighty.
Yes folks, *that* kind of sick.

#2. The Frustration
I’ve started on redesigning my site. It’s been challenging to say the least.
7 days ago was the first time that I had ever touched photoshop.
6 days ago was the first time I ever tried to ftp files to my new website host
5 days ago was the first time I played around with dreamweaver.
4 days ago was the first time I even bothered to look at a php file regarding commenting system integration

And basically the last 3 days have been spent crying like a little girl because I couldn’t get various things to work.
Sneak peak of everything busted and blah www.minjungkim.com
Not ready for public consumption for a good week or so.

#3. Rollover hangovers
Ok, so thursday I started feeling reasonably healthy again.
Thursday night was the birthday party for our most bootilicious Sunshine… a gal from my bible study who has instigated booty call monitoring of my activities, and discussions of vibrators on girls nights. All of us from the crew came down to chill with her and to watch some of skaters woop some ass. And to celebrate, we had wine. And some more wine. While waiting to watch Michelle Kwan go out on the ice, yet another glass of wine. Hey, 4 more skaters? Hell, this is good wine, I’ll have another.

“I can’t believe she fell….pour me another, I’m upset”

No other comment regarding the debacle other than the fact that it’s been a *very* tough week for Asians on ice.

Friday: the fundraiser party for Locus Art Space.
Half of my friends who said they’d come, flaked.
The other half who were there got me drinks as I sold some ii stix shirts.
Hilarity ensues.
1 person spilled his drink on the shirts.
Ernie got harrassed by the bartenderhottiechickie for not leaving a tip.
She followed him back to our booth with the tip bucket.
Afterwards, she harangued him for not being able to handle his liquor and then put two drinks in my hand,
and a round for everyone else at the table.
Latter, the bartenderhottiechickie stripped at our table and put on a ii stix shirt.
Potpie & HottyJ checked out her panties when her mini skirt rode up. White with floral print – bikini briefs.
HottyJ who had come with a blind date to the fundraiser, tried to pimp his date off to Potpie as he went out for a smoke & mingle. Not a good sign. Especially when hottyJ accidentally graces my knee with his hand too.
HawtDawg asks for my email after I remind him that we’ve met before on 4 occasions.
He hits the dance floor.
I laugh in his face and walk away from his dancefloor antics. (Sorry, yo, I’m not that subtle).
After he panty incident with bartenderhottiechickie, HawtDawg dully started putting drinks down the feisty bartenderhottiechickie’s throat and his hand on her knee.

I do not make these things up, I swear.

Saturday:
Party 1: Claire’s bday party and the HIF Fundraiser
I drink 2 glasses of frangelico and some orange juice/vodka/frangelico/cranberry concoction. Mostly to stave off the nerves as Titania & Claire have coerced me into reading something at their open mic.

So of course I decide to read my most anti-open-mic/poetry slam poem.
Really, my better writing is best left on paper.

Party 2: The Blog Fest
Nope, I didn’t take any photos. I won’t divulge any details regarding rampent drunkenness, or quick mini kisses.
Or why so many folks were talking about either broken beds, or beds with the legs cut off. Nope. None of that.
You won’t here a damn thing from me. Too many bloggers there to mention & link.
Though was very pleased to meet a few notable peeps.

Paryt 3:
Couldn’t go. Too drunk from party 2.

Party 4:
Yup. Same thing.

Sunday:
Brunch with some of the gang, slightly hung over.

Later that evening, a dinner party.
More wine. I declined on the beer.

Oy.

What a weekend.

In other news:
Am trying not to freak out about the “Shaking that Ass” company that I interviewed with before.
2 interviews. I got a call back after that incident, a reference check. And a drug test which I took on tuesday.
Now, mind you, this drug test was less than 72 hours after the amazing visit & blog meet which was attended by the effluvious Ariel Meadow where she had proferred to me a magical white chocolate chip macademia nut confection which I split with Ernie. I was just a bit peckish, really. Since then I’ve been a fricking paranoid wreck over
one.
damn.
cookie.

Min Jung
(ps, there are other things to feel ridiculously dawson creek’s teen angst pseudo drama about which i certainly won’t get into right now.)

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Some times you go out and have such a good time that all you can do is sit and home and grin about it.Good times, good times. I could write more, but I feel like I should be on writing hiatus until I get this damn thing fixed, up, running, & gorgeous. Well, I’ll settle for 2/3.

Love ya,
*muah*

Um, ok.
Where the hell did my site go?

Testing linksy love popup

Permalinks testing.

Hi,

*cough*

So welcome to my redesign attempt.
I’ve decided that i’m well overdue to do a few things.
#1 – move from homestead to a real host/real website building tools.
#2 – that if my writing is why people actually come to this site, instead of oh, ya know, jokes about poonanie or random acts of cam-hoing, then it should be easier for me to write & update here and allow others to find my primary content with more ease.

I’ve still got some work to go so you’re early.
The fixes to this site will be in a few stages.

To Do:
- Make sure that archiving/permalinks work correctly
- Get a commenting script up & working (a la Bertie’s super mondo magic script)
- Get a script or thingie working where I can randomize a bunch of favorite linksy love links.
- Figure out why my amazon associates image at the bottom has dropped two inches like fran drescher’s ass.
- Redesign/rewrite my other primary pages
- Pull all remaining archives off of homestead and plunk plunk plunk em here
- Get over the flu in time to partay like it’s 1999 this weekend.
- Stop beating myself over the head with a photoshop reference book. (I touched Photoshop for the first time 3 days ago to work on this site)

Thank you for visiting.
Big props to friends who have helped me get this far. =D

Please Work Oh dear lord.

02/19/02

There are only goodtimes or good stories ~ Ernie
Say it again, Ernie baby, say it again.

It’s been a fun few days since I last wrote.
Vday was spent frolicking with the GQB Posse. and friends. There was dancing,and drinking, laughing, and singing.
Ironic moment of the evening? Realizing that all the straight people in the bar were watching figure skating while all the gay people (and their adopted pet korean girl) were singing and smack talking. And mind you, this is weeks after the discussion of fantasizing about Brian Boitano. Bloody brilliant.

At least I got lots of kisses on the cheeks and some playful butt pinching and booty bumping with the charming boys.
Only sad point? Losing my pack of smokes and a pink pashmina scarf at the bar.
It was indeed, one of the better Vdays I’ve ever celebrated.

SXSW Yipes… Yup. I’m going
Yes it’s true. Somehow I’m managing to go this year. Much more for the comeraderie than for the conference itself as I haven’t been uber active in the industry in quite some time (9 months in internet time…send this granny home to the farm). Still the sessions seem interesting enough and I am eager to get some face time with pals from last year’s event and other online buddies I’ve had the pleasure of chilling with & corresponding with over the last year.
Ernie & I finally booked our tickets. We’ll be there. Others in our scandal crew? Bertie, Brian, James. Tons others who will be there as well. Woooot. Texas, you have been warned. Be ready for the fobicrew coming to eat the bar-b-q.

Friday? The usual. Well, when I’m not flakey that is. The bible study came over and we celebrated a lenten meal of stirfried veggies & fish kimchi jjigheh. Did you know that the Korean market sells frozen whole huge filets of bbq unagi for $3.00? At the restaurants that’s like $18 for a unagidon. Phooie. Who needs to date for sushi anymore when I can actually afford it to eat at home. Plus I don’t have to worry about the condition of my lipstick or a loose bra strap. Damn straight, yo.

Saturday – Word. Edgewise. Can’t. Make. It . In!
Have you ever had hot pot with a bunch of east coast MBAs? On a topic such as the purpose & rationale of Confucianism vs Taoism in societal structure and personal meditation & development between ancient chinese scholars and contemporary Asian Americans?

Ever tried to say “pass the fishball” to someone who was speaking about this subject and a PhD thesis about the notion of happiness, the flow, and the general state of discontent among the urban and mobile younger generations within America who have little in terms of unmet needs but an insurmountable list of unmet wants? Especially when said east coast MBAs are discussing authoritatively at mach 5, even when they themselves admit to pulling stuff out of their hiney?

Frankly, I was fine chewing and chomping on the watercress without being in the conversation itself. Not that it was “over my head” or that I should feel intimidated by the career status of everyone there who had at minimum one graduate degree, was married, owned property, and have aggressive careers. I decided that it was easy enough for me to be in my own zone, barefoot, cross legged on the chair, sipping on a glass of merlot and chewing on fishballs, watercress and fish mousse.

Ahh, the inassailable faith that God takes care of little girls like me, the inarguable wisdom that comes from knowing the differentation between having fun and really being happy/at peace, and the knowledge that, as Confucious might say,

“She who talks less at dinner gets her pick of all the best goodies from the hot pot while every one else argues ridiculous semantics.”

Saucy Saucy Saucy
Actually, after hotpot on Saturday night, I wound up heading over to see Kristin, Jish, & Bill over in Mt View to wish Kristin a happy & delightedly sauced birthday. She’s a hoot. Also met Amit & Bill for the first time. We played a little game of “If you could name three bloggers that you haven’t yet kissed but would like to, who would they be?” . No results may be published here as they’re rather saucy.

My saturday was culminated in seeing an entire warehouse of men gyrate with one another on the dancefloor with their shirts off. Frankly, I’d never been to Metropolis before and was glad to have some good company hold my hand through the experience cuz dayam…it’s just too many hot men with their shirts off and it’s just not fair to tease me so much.

Rula Rules on Sunday
Rad rad sunday evening meeting Ariel for the first time along with her pal Steve, and seeing the Galaxy Girls perform in an evening of total love up in Larkspur. Ernie & I were there a bit late but Bill, Jish, Kristin, & Ev, David & Cami were already there and cozy in their seats. The show was a total delight and I laughed my already flat little ass off.
Had a slice of apple pie at Mel’s afterwards with the gang. Much laughter and chatter and good times. Effluvia is a great word, Ariel. Use it often. I know I will from now on. One regret only, I failed miserably at trying to tie a cherry stem with my tongue. I must be out of practice. Memo to self – must kiss new boy and limber that puppy up again.

Other side projects
A miserable night spent up till near dawn trying to hack my way around photoshop for the first time in attempts to design a concept or two for my website. Gahh. I have a real host now (not homestead) that is waiting in the wings for me. Additionally, I’ve signed up for blogger pro. So now, the crux is in putting together a cool design and coding that kitten up. Wish me luck that it happens some time this side of day light’s savings.

Min Jung

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2/14/02

Lunar New Year – Ash Wednsday – Valentines Day
So this week is the alignment of all holidays related to my identity.
Asian, Catholic, & Lovable.

Lunar New Year
I called my Dad and wished him Seh Heh Bohk Mahnee Bhadusehyo – loosely translated to may the blessings of the new year be upon you. When I was little, my mom would dress my brother up in his suit, and myself in my hanbok, the tradiitional Korean dress. For young girls this dress is mostly red with striped sleeves on the jacket.
We’d go to church, eat a delicious duk gook soup (with floating rice cake pieces & ox tails, garlic & scallions). Mike & I, and the other children would run around before all the adults that we knew, bow before them and wait for them to dig into their pockets, purses, and wallets for coin & bills for us. No red envelopes like the Chinese. If you were cute and dressed up, bowed slowly, and graciously, you could make some decent cash.

After going home, before stripping down to our every day clothes and stomping down before the atari system, we’d do the big slow bow.

Mom dressed gorgeously in her orange gossamer silk hanbok had it billowing in a fluffy cloud around her as she sat down. Dad sat crosslegged in his suit that he wore only 3 times a year and loosened his tie. Mike and I would then be put to the test to gracefully, completely synchronized, and excrutiatingly slowly kneel, and bow before them in utter respect and honor.

* From standing position, you tucked your chin in and lowered your head.
* While keeping your posture straight, you’d gently cross one hand over the other in
front of you.
* Then with a slow, fluid, floating guesture you’d let one knee, then the other, drop
to the ground at the same time that your hands landed in front of you.
* Then you lower your head down to your hands in front of you in a complete
“kow tow” guesture.
* Then put that whole thing in reverse – slow, fluid (not jerky) and gracefully.
* Repeat for a total of 3 perfect bows

If mom wasn’t satisfied with our bows she made us do it again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

I think Mom power tripped on this one.

Ash Wednsday – Lent Begins
Say, what’s that smudge on your face? Oh, ash. I haven’t been putting out cigarette butts on my forehead. Honest.

I was just going to try & give up smoking for lent but then Philo recommended I give up boys too. Hmmm give up smoking & breaking boy’s hearts?
Come *ON*. I’m human, yo. Some things just can’t be helped, ya know?

At the least, I’m going to cut down dramatically on the fumar. And praying more frequently. It’s a good combination actually though my friend connie’s husband, a smoker, refers to his little breaks as genuflection. 10 years ago when I was still living at home, my dad picked up smoking again. He was pretty stressed out as my mom was getting progressively sicker and was hospitalized full time then. I told him that if he was smoking then I’d pick it up. Up to that point in my life, I’d been the squeeky clean tee-totaler. I didn’t nag Dad about it again until well after the funeral. After Dad got remarried (four years later) he quit smoking again. Wouldn’t you know it, that’s about the time that I started (though I was already well on my way towards corruption by then).
This past week I spoke with my dad (to wish him happy new year) and he asked me if I was still smoking. “No dad, I’m not smoking (right now at this very moment).”. He replied “OK, because if you smoke, then I’m going to smoke again. Better quit.”.

History repeats itself, no?

Happy Vday,
Now love, ahhh love… love is a many splendored thing.

It can be joyous, swoony, goofy, sexy, dramatic, cheerful, sunshiney, tender, raunchy, ridiculous, corny beyond reason, and indeed precious. All love is good.
Romantic love is tricky and cosidered a danger zone for yours trully so I’m comfortable with the notion of yet another black Vday sans smoochie smooch. I am not as bitter as
last year.

So instead, I’ll hang out with a bunch of cheerful and gorgeous dudes in a totally non romantic social as I hit the queer guerrilla bar thing with Ernie again. It could be worse. I could be sitting at home drunk, in flannel, whining and crying into my tea cup while spilling chocolate icecream on my fuzzy slippers. Of course the choice between the two options was a tossup but Ernie needed some company, and hey, it’s Karaoke night.

Latest News
Will be contributing to Canadian pub BananaMag some time in the near future.
Got a call back from the Shaking That Ass company. Cross fingers.
Received Vday CD of swoonilicious liquid ear candy from Hwee Yee
Have not played SSX Tricky in 24 hours. – Thumbs have recovered

What do you do when you have PMS x 22?
Keep a bag of potato chips handy at all times.
Glare at anyone who even *looks* at your icecream.
Avoid talking to parents and those who cause you emotional anxiety
Try not to flinch, scream, or throw something sharp at any innocent bystanders when you accidentally bump a highly sensitive nipple with the too many things you’re clutching to your chest at the time.

Oy.
Min Jung

02/10/02

I asked for it.
Yours trully has won an AntiBloggie for 2002 in terms of being the biggest Stalkee. Uh… Thank you. =D
I am certainly not inviting new stalkees, nor would I like to relive the horid, awkward, though relatively humorous experiences that I’ve had with stalkers and weirdos in yon days past, but hey, if you’re going to stalk anyone, I guess I must make for a reasonable target. Icky though, ya know?

FRICKING FANTABULOUS WEEKEND
A quick rundown since I can’t quite express all my thoughts & experiences right now as it’s been a very full and fullfilling weekend so I’ll just express some highlights here.

SATURDAY
Gorgeous morning and drive into the city to pick up CutieDudePal.

Hit British “artsy” film at the Red Vic which we were late to.
Totally blind in the darkened theatre, the only thing we could see was what’s on the big screen…which happened to be two people engaged in some extremely heavy panting & breathing with very little clothes on. In fact no clothes on.
Wow, full frontal male nudity. Haven’t seen that on a big screen since the Crying Game and this experience was nearly as much of a gasp, at moments. Amid stumbling around searching for an empty seat while our eyes adjust to the dark, I secretly prayed that I wouldn’t accidentaly land on someone’s lap who was preoccupied masturbating. Later, I said a prayer of thanks that such misfortune was avoided. The movie itself was an interesting study in the sexual dynamics & politics of a relationship between two spiritually taut and starved individuals when physical intimacy and emotional attachment are at a severe disjuncture and how things change between the two. That and sex. Yeah… and more heavy breathing. And more sex and heavy breathing. FYI, the film was titled Intimacy.

Walking in the Haight, looking at pretty glassware…which turned out to be brightly colored bongs
But then again, isn’t that about the same experience anyone has when they’re walking in the Haight on a gorgeous Saturday. CutieDudePal & I sat in a patch of sunshine and chit chatted about life, our odd quests for love, and how life has changed muchly for us since college. We also played a game of “Pick 5 Adjectives to describe…”

Bohm chicka Bao Bao
We were fiending for a bit of adventure and munchies. Char siu bao in chinatown with the streets blocked off, live entertainment in the form of Chinese Opera, Dragon Dancers, and and children snapping firecrackers along the sidewalks. Seeking parking served as the adventure. Cheap dimsum and bakery items served as the munchies.
All was right with the world.

Fashionista Diva
Housemate Jon aka PotPie had the hook up so that he, Ernie & I could attend a swanky fundraiser/fashion show held at the W hotel. The interior of the elevator looks like the set of an indipendent angsty noire film. And the metal beaded curtains in the XYZ lounge can put your eye out, or be used as part of one of Cher’s outfits. Either or.

The fashion show for the most part was an intruiguing mixture of experiences.
Andre Sorriano is the designer whom PotPie knew and his creations were fantastical, imaginative, and creative.
My pictures, I’m afraid, didn’t come out very well but some highlight outfits include a C-thru powder blue and sequened mesh mermaid dress, a confection I can only describe as the vinyl dominatrix prom dress, the Super Diva, jewel encrusted pink slip dress with detachable silk train and tremendous silk roses, and the outfits which can really only be described as “Hot-Men-With-Tight-Abs-That-Have-Electrical-Tape-Glued-To-Them”
En chorus Ernie and I gasped with glee “Oh Andre… Oh Andre… Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Andre…”

Other highlights of the show?
- Jailbait teens & kiddies strutting down the runway with more attitude than Rupaul or Mariah Carey on a bad hair day. – The one male model who was wearing more lipstick than any of the female models he was with. Plus he had fierce fierce fierce eyebrows.
- The strategic yet awkward walk slouch that the abs men had to do down the runway to both accentuate their cut abs while waddling down toward the photographers and back.
- The east european model with very very high, ratted, 80s hair.
- Beautiful, brilliant, and blessed singing performance by Rev. Dr. Yvette Flunder & a few members of her choir. No sarcasm nor critcism there though it was certainly a marvelous highlight for me.

- Watching the Finale of the Fashion show … titled Mother Africa.
Within 30 seconds this segment went from regal and elegant with Nubian Princes & Princesses striding proudly down the runway, to straight out booty. The first seven or eight models were black, wearing with elegance and composure their gorgeous outfits. They were immediately followed by three skinny, no butt, no rhythm white gals who tried to keep their bandeau tops from falling down their knees. What followed after that? Really bad bumping by fierce eyebrow boy, a Vanilla Ice flashback, and reasonably respectable capoeira by the sunshine streaked surfer boy.

I rarely am ever speechless, but I’ll censor myself from sharing some of the phrases that I made that evening.

PMS CRAVING FULFILLED
Fried chicken at Mels Dinner circa midnight.
Rarely has there been such an apex in biological craving and immediate, utterly satisfying visceral gratification.

Swankadelic
Then off to a swanky cocktail party hosted by Jon/Potpie’s sister. Her gorgeous loft is a unit within a renovated junior high school. With gorgeous red walls, a stair case with frosted glass steps, high ceilings, a bathroom to die for, an industrial swank decor of simplicity and understated decadence. The place is tastefullly underfurnished but has a sense of intense energy from the red walls, inset shelving & soothing lighting. Red rug of dancing by Ikea.
We had a drink, embarrassed Jon in front of his sister, chatted, and chilled.

SUNDAY
BBQ & Eats & Sunshine.
I’m a bit pink & freckled. But utterly satiated and relaxed.
Good friends, good chatter, good laughing, and trash talk over the game Apples to Apples.

More Eating & Games
Then to Bel’s to hang with Ernie, Paris, Jen, Jon, Dave, Emily, & Jesse.
Good times good times and damnit I finally passed that level in SSX tricky that was plaguing me so.
Other games that we were playing? SuperBustaMove aka The Bubble Game (a classic except for I don’t remember there being a barfing character with a big penis like smiling tapeworm coming from his belly) and Unison, a most cheesy dancing game with a storyline akin to an episode of Gem except that the evil nemisis of the anime dancing trio is a guy called Emperor Ducker (no joke).

Cheers to a great weekend and to all a goodnight yo.

Min Jung

2002 – Biggest Stalkee -Min Jung Kim

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02/08/02

Tumble of Thoughts – On High…without Static Cling

Delicates:
My bible study is on Friday nights. I’m flaky about attending regularly, since, well, it’s on Friday nights. If I skip without warning, they kindly leave voicemail messages for me asking me if I’ve got a booty call. Lovely.
Tonight we had a discussion (post prayer & spiritual discussion regarding the Resurrection, the basis of our faith, and essentially all the muckity muck in the final two chapters of As Bread That Is Broken which has been our discussion text over the last year…the book, by the way, is absolutely brilliant, intense, and profound for the mature Christian) regarding why it’s so annoying that women and men reach their sexual peaks at such different ages. (Men at 18, Women around 28) This conversation was inspired by Sunshine-Dahling who is the most earnestly spiritual ghetto booty that a Korean gal can be (more impressive than I) and the fact that she’ turning nigh 30 in a few short days.

Sunshine-Dahling’s theory involves logic and societal logistics. If men & women at the same age were at their sexual peaks, there’d just be too much f*cking going around and nothing would ever get done. Plus we’d have extreme overpopulation issues.

My thoughts on the matter?
Women, already emotional creatures, need to mature to a degree to handle the physical intimacy in conjunction with their emotional and spiritual intimacy. Or the appropriate disjunction of the two.

Sunshine-Dahling asks “So then, why do dudes peak at 18″

My answer, “Cuz darling, Men will *never* get to the point of maturing to handle the physical intimacy in conjunction iwth heir emotional and spiritual intimacy, so it doesn’t matter when they peak.

Of course, that statement with complete gender bias, is probably one of the reasons that I’m still single.
Fair enough. *I* would like to believe it’s because I’m extremely particular. Besides, I am still in a pretty selfish phase of my life where I like to make my own schedule, appointments, and engagements based on my personal preferences and wims rather than having to concede or consider another’s right now. I know it’s selfish. But hey, I’m in my late 20s… I’m not even at the “Sex in the City” dysfunctional dating age yet. Give me another 7 years or so.

Pajamas:
I spoke with my pops twice today. Once to tell him that I was interviewing with a non-profit this afternoon. The second call to tell him that I got the gig. It’s a contract job for the next two months, should keep me busy and out of the house while leaving me some time to catch some press screenings and volunteer with NAATA for the SFIAAFF.
By the way, I never got a call back from Company X after the “Shakin That Ass” incident.

I consider it a mixed blessing that my dad doesn’t understand the concept of caller ID when he calls my cell and hangs up without leaving a message. I can gauge his anxiety level for me by the frequency of his calls.

I’m also glad to hear that my brother will *FINALLY* be doing a wedding reception in Detroit to honor my Dad’s request to have a little shindig with his friends, family, and church collegues who couldn’t fly out to Hawaii 1.5 years ago for the ceremony.

Loose Socks:
Discovered the identity of the cute fellow from the other night. He’s over *here* and his girlfriend apparently thinks I’m a goof which is all good. I’d visited his Angry Asian Man blog a while back but it was lovely to rediscover it.

Sweaters:
Hmmm… my KoreAm article must be out because I’ve gotten 3-4 emails from Korean gentlemen over the last few days saying that they know what Adamantium is. Go pick up a copy if you don’t know what I’m talking about.

The cover story currently on their website (oh from October…they always lag a little) includes a picture of Christina R. — the friend from college who died in 911.

Tee Shirts:
Long overdue personal administrati was accomplished today. Getting a notary stamp, depositing a check, getting a certified check, mailing out bills, etc.

It felt rather good to get that all done & cleared off my plate.

Collar with Lipstick Stain:
I got my Valentines day card (with no smooch I’m afraid) from Cyn today. Delight. Oh Delight.
I think it will be my only valentine this year. Which is fine.
I’m a lazy runt when it comes to sending them out myself anyways.

Favorite Worn Jeans:
I felt so at peace this morning. And I thanked God for that moment of sweet stillness.
No frenetic squirrels, no rain, no phones ringing. Looking out the window, no haze or fog, just warm yellow light sparkling & glowing delovely through the greenery about my bedroom. A friend once told me that I am a princess living out in the forest. I think in moments like this morning, that she’s right.

Sequined Tank Tops
Friday, February 22, 2002
LUNAR LOCUS! NEW YEAR?S EXTRAVAGANZA & FUNDRAISER
8pm-10pm Live Performances
10pm-1am DJ Jams, dancing
Locus 1640 Post
1640 Post (btwn Buchanan and Laguna)
San Francisco, CA
415-786-0698
http://www.locusarts.org/
Door $10

Come ring in the Lunar New Year (and the Year of the Horsey Horse) with an oh-so-festive party and fundraiser extravaganza at Locus 1640 Post! Wrapped in red – and hosted by lovelies George Chen of Zum, Min Jung of iistix, actor and comedienne Bernie Sibayan, the 18 Mighty Mountain Warriors, film director Jon Moritsugu, and Vinay Patel of Asian Improv – we?ll be featuring live performances by Tony Ann,” the 18 Might Mountain Warriors and more. Then well round out the night with kickin? beats from DJs Derrick D, C and Kao. Red Envelopes! Asian Snacks! Locus T-Shirts! Plus enter to win free tickets to the SF Asian American Film Festival and other great prizes.

People born in the Year of the Horse are active, energetic, hot-blooded and have got plenty of sex-appeal. Horses love to be in the crowd – maybe that is why they can usually be seen at concerts, theaters, sporting events, and of course, big social scenes like Locus 1640 Post parties.

Fluff, Fold, Tuck away.

Goodnight,
Min Jung