bloody

i went to donate blood today at the american red cross. i drove to the address i always go but lo and behold, it was a dentist office. i was very confused... do they want my blood or teeth? both very gruesome. apparently they just moved two or three freeway exits over. anyhow, the nurse who took my blood was mean. she was really messy with the iodine and it dripped down my arm. plus, she didn't ask me what color bandage i wanted. she gave me red which totally didn't match what i was wearing. plus, she wrapped my arm ugly... i couldn't bend it and i had to drive home with a stiff right arm... my turns were very wide. gosh! at least they had a good cookie and juice assortment.

donating my blood
for free cookies and water
makes my pint worth it.

the way we were

i've been slowly cleaning up my things preparing for my move. you can't imagine all the random things i've found that have now found their way to the trash. mostly, they return to my junk pile to be found years from now. some things were nice memories, others not. i guess we are all bound to relive our past through our junk, even if it felt like just days ago.

forgotten journal
filled with heart-breaking entries
returns to the past.

faux basho

i was reading the essential basho the other night and he wrote a haiku following an inspiration from another poet. it was about grass. i can't remember it now but i'll post it tomorrow (no promises). believe me, i'm not comparing myself to basho at all... my work is all crap but inspiration from a beautiful haiku poet can't be a bad start.

cool blades of green grass
provide outdoor solace from
suburbian heat.

los angeles, i'm yours

driving around los angeles means sitting around in your car and "enjoying" the sights of the freeway. lately, i've been driving out to the westside more often to hang out with ucla buddies and to see my new apartment (santa monica and federal! yay!). i got the idea for this one last time i was driving but in order to avoid being the stereotypical l.a. asian driver, i had to resist jotting it down in my notebook while speeding on the 10.

thank you l.a. smog
for giving westbound drivers
a gorgeous sunset.

sleepless in rosemead

sorry for the lack of posts. my latest haikus weren't of "summertime haiku" quality. quite frankly, neither is this one. my writings have consisted more of prose and ramblings than haikus. anyhow, i haven't been falling alseep as easily and i wake up a lot in the middle of the night. troubles sleeping have lead me to become bitchier than usual. i apologize if i haven't been my usual. this one was written a couple nights ago when i was up during the wee hours of the morning.

tonight's like the rest --
i notice my pillow is damp
from tears never cried.

bedtime reading

every summer, i promise myself to do more reading. lately, my reading has consisted of the latest vogue, martha stewart everyday foods magazine, spin, rolling stone, and i just finished re-reading charlie and the chocolate factory. i need some real reading. maybe i'll finish that faulkner i started last summer.

summertime reading
covers my bedside table.
i am sound asleep.