Thursday, September 24, 2009
It’s the little things that make me smile.
Like going to Starbucks in a little town called Pueblo, CO.
Going inside a Hobby Lobby and smelling the sweet and spicy smell of cinnamon potpourri.
Driving slowly in and between the narrow highway.
It’s the small details that matter the most.
When your mother brings you grapes instead of melons after a heavy meal.
When a whiff of old paper permeates in air from that old book you re-read years later.
Knowing that those old letters will always be reliably tucked away in your room whenever you visit.
It’s the minute of minutes that you want to hold onto.
The younger cousins that you run around with even though it’s exhausting because you won’t know when you’ll see them next.
Eating lunch with your grandparents who you wish would never leave your side.
Laughing with the family over drinks of soju and slabs of galbi while reminiscing the past.
It’s this life that I long for most but cannot ever seem to own
Moments in time slip through my hands like sand.
If only they were wet
That way I could mold and keep them forever..
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
So I went back to my old high school today.
Palmer High School in downtown Colorado Springs to be exact.
And it’s been four long years.
High school girls are still drenched head-to-toe in Aeropostale.
Prepubescent boys still look like background singers in an Abbey Dawn ad.
People still stare at the lone Asian meandering through the halls (RE: Me).
You know you went to an exceptional establishment when Hall of Fame alumni include such mega stars like Elvira.
One boy looked at my hair and said, “whoa there, hello.”
I responded: “Whoa there, peanut, slow down!”
Highlight of my day: My old clips from the school’s paper which induced a great loud chortle.
In one of them I wrote:
The white men of America spread wide propaganda throughout Korea to spread the word that this country was a “paradise.”
The angst that I felt
And still do.
Things haven’t changed too much, have they?
Monday, September 21, 2009
Daily Melodies:
We are all the same.
At least in Tokyo.
Er, at least behind our webcams.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Hello!
Welcome to {Think}: David Yi my personal website where I post my work, thoughts, and everything and anything me. Whatever language you speak (the headline’s in Frisian, a Kenyan dialect, German, and English respectively) you can still tag along on the ride. Find me: currently I’m at this location below–
