yummy to my tummy...

Over the weekend, I went to an amusement park called Lotte World.
After a long morning of walking around and standing in lines, my back was all hurty, as were my poor feet.
So, I decide to chill in the resting area for a quick second.
As I was sitting, I looked around the room at all the little kiddies running around with a look of disgust on my face.
Every single one of these little boogers were either eating a lolli-pop or a cookie and drinking soda.
There was this little baby, still in it's stoller, and instead of enjoying a bottle of milk, it was suckling on a bottle of Hi-C.
Then, the baby's dad gave him 2 cookies and the rascal popped both of them in his mouth.
I could feel my upper lip curling, my eyes narrowing, my stomach churning.
I was thinking, "what has this world turned into??? is it against the law to bring some carrot sticks to munch on? well, is it???"
Shaking my head, I looked down at my hands and, with surprise, I realized that in my left hand I held a bag full of chocolate and in my right, was half a cup of cola.
Ah well, life is short.

don't be road kill...

One thing that I enjoy doing, but often forget to do, is look up at the building tops as I walk along the street.
Now, this wouldn't be the smartest thing to do if you were, say, approaching a busy intersection or if you have a broken neck or if you have a bloody nose (remember, look down when your nose is a-bleedin').
However, if you do not fall under any of those 3 categories, I highly recommend it.
Often times, building tops have really nice designs, statues, decorations, etc.
I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Try it... but, don't become roadkill.

Isn't road kill interesting?
People are always like, "ewww... look at that cat!!! It's guts are spilling out..."
and everyone responds, "you're nasty! why are you looking at that!"
And all the while, everyones eyes are glued to the guts and gory.
I remember this one time, riding with my buddy Vee, when she ran over a raccoon.
We thought it was a paper bag, so she didn't even swerve or anything.
We hit it dead on! (get it "dead" on! puahahahaha)
The car went, "thu-duh, thu-duh."
I can feel the car under my feet going up and down with each "thu-duh" as the raccoon passed under each set of wheels.
We were like, "is it dead? should we make a u-turn and check?"
We were seriously going to also...
The worst part it, instead of feeling all bad or grossed out, we were laughing the whole way home, repeating out loud the "thu-duh" noise, and wondering if her poor car had any blood splattered on it.
Good times.

By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRAZY (raccoon-killing) HORSE!!!

Another one of my friends hitting the big 2-4.
So old.
Ah well, I'm still the wonderfully youthful 2-3.
puahahhahhahaha.
Yup, that's right, I can still use "what's my age again" as my theme song... or perhaps "gansta's paradise."
("nobody likes it when you're 23" and "i'm 23 but will i live to see 24, the way things are going, i don't know"... respectively)
Actually, theme songs are Cheddie's thing.
She's probably throwing a fit that I'm even writing about it... crooked-faced and everything.

You know one thing that never fails to trip me out?
Time...
I don't know anyone who wouldn't agree with me here.
Sometimes when I think about time, I get so frustrated that I want to pee my pants or peel off my skin or something.
I'm not even kidding.
Time is so strange...
We know the past, we know the present, but there is no way we can know the future.
Why?
Why can't we know the future in the same way we know the past or the present?
I don't know what's going to happen a minute from now, yet within the next 60 seconds, time will tick away and all of a sudden the future becomes the present, it's something I'm living, then it's gone... a memory.
Then, once it becomes the past, there's nothing you can do to change or undo what has happened.
Yes, you can correct or fix things of the past, but you can't actually change any events of the past.
So, you can't change the past and you don't know the future, you're only left with the present.
But, what does that mean?
To live in the moment?
Do all that carpe diem crap?
But, where does that get you?
In general, I think people usually do the things they do because ultimately, people want to be happy.
Study, get a good job, make lots of money... why?... so you can have everything you want and live a happy life.
But, would life be that much more worth living if you're always living like everyday was your last?
Like, if I dropped everything and seized the day (I say this very sarcastically), will I be happy?
I don't know about that.
But, when I'm old and weary, and I know that there aren't many more future-days to look forward to or many present-days to live, and all I am capable of doing is looking back at the past, will I wish that things could have been just a little different?
Will I wish that time was something I had more control of?
... then, when I realize that although I couldn't control time itself, I could've controlled some of what happened during that time, what then?

Ah, I don't know...
Time is crazy and it makes me crazy thinking of it.

Is there a doctor in the house?

To start things off, I would like to announce that my older sister is going to be a doctor!!!
No, not the kind of doctor that gets all scapple-happy, but the kind of doctor that always insists that you address them as "dr." but when you look at their name in print, it says phd instead of md and you get hella mad that they force everyone to call them by that title.
Yup, my older sister will be Dr. Jamie, PhD.
Congratulations, Jamma!!!
You're the only one making mommy's dream come true.
(Hey, if you get a card or name tag that says, "Dr. Chang" can you give it to me? I'll wear my scrubs and flash that card around and pretend I'm hella cool and smart. I might even carry around some smart person book, but I'l look hella nonchalant about it. Hook it up, doctor.)

In other news, my mom and dad are leaving Korea later today.
After 2 weeks, they are leaving the country in which they were born.
And, as far as I can tell, they couldn't be happier to step on that plane.

There are so many things that I can write about that I'm at a loss for words.
All my thoughts are bottlenecked and none can get through...
Actually, my thoughts are like Mr. Burns' diseases, cancers, germs, etc.
For all you Simpsons fans out there, you should know that Mr. Burns has tons and tons of deadly, creepy-crawly things drifting around in his body.
So much, in fact, that not one of them can kill him because it's like they're all jammed in a doorway... fighting to get through, stuck and harmless.
Yup, those are my thoughts...
Just too many of them... if I manage to pull one out, then beware, because they just might start pouring out.
Hahahaha... yeah right, my mind full of thoughts?
That's like saying Homer isn't hungry.
It's just nonsense.
Hahahahaha.
No, I'm kidding.
I like to think.