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| JungPlease come watch and support our show. It's only once this year on Wednesday, April 9. That's next week!
It's a romantic comedy. Check out the website: www.lakcn.com. You can reserve tickets online or go to CTO at UCLA, starting Thursday. It's free.
Jean and I will come out for curtain calls at the end, and you can wave at us, but we won't see you, so maybe scream or wear something bright/neon like they do at rock concerts. No moshing, please. There will be parents, grandparents, and babies. It will be fun.
Enjoy the show!
It's also our Angela's 21st birthday on April 9! The last to turn 21 in 212! Our baby grew up so fast. Give her a hug before the show and after the show. Cheers!
See you then.
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| I'm LateHAPPY 2008!!!
Okay, so, I'm nearly two months late. Oh well, life goes on.
Speaking of life, so far, the new year/winter quarter has been eventful. Our social lives increased- we're getting more popular. Our academic lives decreased- we're getting stupider. Our love for each other is steadfast and magnifying. And, I'm overjoyed to say that God continues to bless our apartment with growth, understanding, patience, kindness, gentleness, joy....
Well, actually, except that one time when Angela rear-ended my car in the parking lot while I was in the passenger seat. She was pulling up to park and was getting closer and closer to my car. Naturally, I thought she would stop before hitting the bumper because well, people don't usually rear-end parked cars, but right when the possibility that she might not stop entered my mind, my car jerked forward, and we both stared at each other.
"Oops!"
"Did you just rear-end my car?"
"I'M SO SORRY!"
"If you want to talk about something Angela, we can. Are you angry with me about something?"
The tiny girl is passive-aggressive, I'm telling you.
Or, there was that other time when Jean kept hitting me in the face with a tampon (unused, people) and laughing crazily like it was the funniest thing in the world. She was literally hollering and screaming with delight, having a little too much fun than she should for a little too long. Let's just say that once the initial shock of the first couple smacks subsided, my dumbfounded reaction quickly turned into disgruntlement. My face, while still suffering the blows of the tampon, was stoic and definitely unamused and not sharing in the beastly, uncouth humor of being slapped around with such a sensitive product. This goes on my personal Hall of Shame.
Jennie has been acting up these days, too. Not coming home at all one night when she said she would and sneaking over to the apartment across the street to play with their new fountain outside. The water is not for drinking, by the way. And, that's called infidelity, Jennie. You don't cheat on 10933 Rochester just because the other apartment has a cool fountain, a cool sign, a cool entrance, and probably functioning elevators, as well. You just don't do that. My heart broke. I just wanted you to come home!
............
Anyways, I digressed. As I was saying, God has been completely good to us. And, aside from these minor exceptional cases, I couldn't be more thankful and joyful. Overall, our hearts are beating strong and we're alive and kicking. Even though we're kicking and screaming through life sometimes, we are well taken care of.
I trust that.
We went on a date this past weekend to BCAM-- the new building at LACMA where I work now.
Honestly, how can I not love them?
They're so beautiful.
Yours truly,
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| Whoo Hooo!!We survived.
Finals week was pretty draining.
It is
hardcore recuperating time for me. I got sick a few hours after my last
final on Friday night, and I didn't wake up the next morning. I wish I
could say I didn't wake up at all, but I woke up in the late afternoon
with a sore throat, aching body, throbbing head, and about four
aphthous ulcers, aka. canker sores. As Jean would say, "I was torn up
from the toe up." I'm still recovering.
When I think about finals
week, the one thing that I can recall vividly is Jean and Jennie trying
to krump at three in the morning. You don't know what krumping is? Look
it up on youtube, then get back to me. I have awesome footages of these
events that took place. I'll be selling them 700 bucks for every two
minutes. I need to pay rent somehow-- and trust me, it's very worth it.
I've
been here at the apartment while the others have gone home. Jean went
to University Retreat. Angela is busy with church stuff. Jennie is
getting ready to go on a snowboarding trip and then to New York. All
alone in the apartment, I make excellent use of my time and I'm taking
great care of the place. I ran around the apartment while unrolling
toilette paper everywhere. I jumped on everybody's bed, especially
Jean's, and I got inside her covers with the clothes I wore out that
day in the rain, including my shoes. I took Angela's nail polish and
painted a portrait of the four of us on the walls; it's pretty good, if
I do say so myself. I threw all the clothes out and invited the
neighbors for a fashion show. I took everyone's pillows out to the
balcony for the pigeons to build their nest and rest-- I'm an animal
lover, you see. I peeled tangerines and made cool designs with them on
the carpet; then, I squished them and laughed. I played frisbee with
the glass plates and made pyramids with the cups and I threw apples to
knock them down... I don't know, it's just been great fun over here.
Anyways, it's really relaxing. I'm on vacation and it's awesome.
Here's a treat for you guys. I'm text heavy and hardly put up pictures.
I hope everyone is enjoying their break and the holiday season.
See you in 2008.
Show us some love!!
We never take a nice, normal picture like this one. This is extremely rare, and consequently, very special.
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| Game FaceFinals. Crunch time.
Apartment 212 has been up every night this week attempting to be studious, but joyfully procrastinating instead.
I had to prepare for a debate with Andrew for our Life Science class. Angela had a paper due, but she couldn't sit still. She kept rolling around the place, being really talkative and a little crazy/weird (I'll get into that another time; it deserves its own entry). Occasionally, she'll quietly disappear from the table, only to come out with bright blue stuff all over her face and her hair held back with pins; apparently, it's good for the skin. All I know is that she's put that stuff on several times already and it still disturbs me when she emerges with her blue face. The first time she did this, I nearly pissed my pants from shock, and subsequently from uncontrollable laughter. It's like a tiny blue monster waddling out from the bathroom, and it's freaky at night, especially when you aren't prepared for something like that. Crazy little girl.
Jean had an early final this week, and she's been incredibly busy with her theatre production class from 6pm-11pm several nights in a row. I've been dropping her off and picking her up like a good boyfr-, I mean, an apartment-mate would.
Jean: I wish there was someone I could talk to, someone who would buy things for me, take care of me, drop me off and pick me up from school...
Me: Hey, I do those things.
Jean: *scoff* Well, you're not a guy.
Me: C'mon, baby. I can change. hahaha~
Jean: (death stares) ...
She was clearly not amused.
Jennie, supposedly, was out dancing in dark, empty parking lots again. She's been doing that every night this week and coming home in the morning very tired, hungry, and sweaty. I really think she's having an affair or selling drugs. Late night dancing in parking lots is a lame excuse, if you ask me. Or, I don't know what kind of "dancing" is going on. She's so tired all the time that once I caught her asleep while she was stretching, then another time while she was sitting up on the couch, and another time while she was on her laptop. Next thing you know, she'll fall asleep with her spoon in her mouth. Just come home, Jennie. Please?
Anyways, so clearly, there's hardly been much rest around here. We're college students and we do what we can. So, back to what I was saying. Andrew and I were researching in my room and preparing for the debate, while everyone else was out in the living room doing their
own thing. Haphazardly, I looked over at my bookshelf with all my lovely books, and in front of Mark Twain and Kurt Vonnegut was my stamp. Yes, I have my very own custom-made stamp that reads: This Book Belongs to Jasmine Choi. Whenever I'm incredibly stressed, I stamp a book or two and it calms me down. I don't remember what article I was trying to read at that moment, but something in me snapped when I saw my stamp, and I grabbed it and stamped Andrew's forearm with a lot of force. He looked at me, utterly confused and baffled. "Did you just stamp me?!"
I stormed out of the room and stamped Angela. And, I stamped my friend Albert who was studying with us that night. Then, I ran into Jean's room and was about to stamp her, but was too afraid, so I ran back out. I laughed hysterically and maniacally. I was moving at the speed of light!
Andrew came out of my room and took my stamp. I stopped laughing. He snuck up behind Angela and stamped her on the forehead; This Book Belongs to Jasmine Choi was marked right under her hair line; it was also upside down. He stamped her on her cheek too, sideways. We cracked up.
Angela fumed and said, "I'm NOT a book!"
Studying recommenced.
Jennie came home later at 8 am.
Good luck on finals.
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