eskimos?

instead of doing my homework, i was flipping through salinger's nine stories and re-read "just before the war with the eskimos" again. i won't explain the story but the last line reads "a few years before, it had taken her three days to dispose of the easter chick she had found dead on the sawdust in the bottom of her wastebasket." if you've read it, good for you... it'll make sense. if not, then go to the library and ch-ch-check it out. anyhow, it's a little depressing but that's what happens when inspiration comes from salinger.

it has taken me
three months to dispose of the
past life we once shared.

another sleep haiku

i've recently realized that i haven't slept by myself in a long time. hey hey now, i'm not sleeping around! it's just that simon was staying over at the apartment for the last few weeks and i was in s.f. sleeping with susan and such... (a wee bit of emphasis on the ellipsis). it's kind of lonesome sleeping in a big old bed by yourself.

drifting off to sleep
with your body next to mine
brings me sweeter dreams.

can you hear me now?

i was sitting in the courtyard behind franz hall eating my soba noodles, listening to the pod, reading my journal, and for the most part, having a pleasant lunch break. then in a matter of seconds, like eight people came through talking on their cell phones. it looked really funny because there was so much talking going on but none to each other. i think they were trying to escape the noise by coming down there but instead they found other cell phone users.

next time i see you
don't bother speaking to me.
rather, call my cell.

haiku break

jon told me about this site so i've decided to give my haiku writing a break and try to write something to fit the restrictions given. it was really tough to make the lines exactly 30 letters, including spaces and punctuation. it was a nice challenge though. tell me what you think before i submit this to their site. i really want to be published.

resist falling in love because
ugly monsters will breath life
in your heart, mind, and soul,
leaving you paralyzed forever.

beer chair

i went to a party last friday with some fabulous friends. the first line was written by me and simon while drunk on aug. 12 around 2 a.m. after i sat in a beer-spilled chair... hence "beer chair." we gave up after the first line because... well, because we were drunk!

sitting on beer chair,
my skirt slowly soaks up booze
'til simon saves me.

millions of peaches

i don't know much about modesto except for the snippets of information i get from tony and simon and ross. i imagine there to be a lot of farms where i can just walk up and pick whatever i want. too simplistic? whatever. well, since i'm going up north in about a week, i asked ross what activities we should do. i really want to pick peaches and make a pie. doesn't that sound yummy?

orchards of peach trees
neatly lined up like soldiers
offer me their fruit.

i hate school

i think many students can relate.

summer trapped in class
longing for sun, sand, and surf...
i can't concentrate.

you're fired

my job is boring but it pays the bills and my co-workers are really nice. filing paperwork is extremely boring and i'm afraid that one day, i'll just pass out from boredom.

my drooping eyelids
and slow work habits mean
i'll surely get sacked.

jerk face

i'm taking stats 10 and eng 100w for summer school at ucla. believe me when i say i suck at math but when it comes to this stats class, well at least for the first few lectures, i'm feeling pretty confident in myself. i'm sorry to say but some of the people in this class are just so dumb. "i can't stands ya!"

stop wasting my time
asking your stupid questions
pay attention! gosh!!! (say it like how napoleon dynamite would do it, please.)

such sweethearts

i was rummaging through some of my shit from the dorms and i stumbled upon this sparkling jewel of a haiku. it was written by sam and simon in a valentine's card they made for me. it was a pop-up card of us having a picnic. everytime i see it, i can't help but smile. those boys are too cute!

be our valentine
because what's more romantic
than picnic haiku?

-sam & simon

happy birthday

sam has been my friend for almost a year now and i remember that on the first day i met him, i thought to myself, "what is this guy on?" then i realized he was high on every drug known to man and woman. he ate my hi-chews, filled my head with the "chicken vein" song, wrote "conjuction juntion, what's your function?" on the back of the chairs in math lecture with me, crunched on puffins with me until we couldn't hear what was going on outside of our heads, stole balloons for me, and kept me up playing monopoly. he has also contributed to this blog of mine. happy birthday samer araabi.

twenty years ago
your mom cried out in disgust.
for samer was born.

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.