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.

burrr... it's cold in here

good thing i don't wear thin bras or shirts.

air conditioner
turned to high gives all its might
to keep me chilly.

home sweet home

i like being at home because everything is so familar but it gets boring. with friends taking summer school, traveling, working and living in places other than rosemead, i have to wait to see them. boo.

finally at home,
i'm as happy as can be...
temporarily.

alberto's

working at darco means i'm two minutes away from yummy yummy mexican food. i went to alberto's for lunch today and ordered the carne asada burrito with a diet coke. it was delicious. i'm not a big fan of flour tortillas but alberto's tortillas are great. it had the right amount to chewiness to it and the elasticity helped the burrito from not tearing. my hands were still clean when i finished eating (but i didn't finish the burrito. it was hefty. i'm disappointed in myself.) anyhow, fearing that this sounds too much like susan's food blog, i'll stop describing my lunch. this is a crappy haiku. i wrote it while eating so i was concentrating too much on how much salsa verde i was putting on my burrito rather than how well written this haiku was going to be.

carne asada,
salsa and guacamole
makes great burritos.

under where?

i like not having a roommate because that means i can do whatever i feel like whenever i feel like- like sitting around in my underwear.

summer nights have me
sleeping in my underwear
sometimes even less...

summer lovin'

i recently purchased a yoshitomo nara notebook during my stay in san francisco. i've made it into a summertime haiku notebook. anything that reminds me of summer... activities, ideas, whatever, will be written into a haiku. i'll try to keep up with this summer theme as long as possible.

my sister and i were on the 5 freeway driving back to l.a. from berkeley with the highway sign reading 245 miles until we reached los angeles. that was a very long 245 miles with nothing on the road except for the occassional gas station and fast food joint. it hasn't rained in a while so the fields were all yellow. every couple of miles was a farm but that was the only greenery in the middle of california.

golden fields of weeds
stretching beyond my vision
wait for rain to come.

monopoly

i've been studying for finals for the last couple of days and haven't had time to play monopoly with sam. we haven't played for months! this one is written by sam. i love it!

Jeanne is quite mean.
Too busy to play a game
of Monopoly

eek

in the middle of studying for my upcoming exams, i realize that i'm screwed. i can't study nearly as much as i should for my classes. i do this to myself... writing haikus instead of studying the language in which haikus originated. so here i am now, cowering to finals and to the end of the quarter.

i lie in my bed
and hide under the covers,
too scared to come out.

what now?

a lot of shit has happened this past week/weekend and i don't know what to make of it all. in fact, i can't even remember it all. perhaps that's a bad sign but maybe some things weren't meant to be remembered. anyhow, i need a break from life. i'll be off in my own world for the next few days.

i have never been
more detached from my feelings
than i am right now.

here kitty kitty

in japanese lecture today, we learned about qualifying/modifying sentences. i'm not sure, i wasn't paying too close attention. one example sugamoto-sensei had was: "the cat which someone threw away." us kids in front all went "ooooh no..." it made me think about the cat that someone threw away and found her way to my house. she now resides in the backyards of the houses on delta avenue with her kittens.

thrown away kitty
takes refuge in my garage
from nightmarish world.