Been a bit.

So it has been a while since I updated. My laptop died, so, no real way to update. But I'll be rectifying the situation soon. Well, as soon as my compnay decides to give me my bonus check.

Nothing has really changed in my life. Weird, huh?

I have a lot of damn opinions though, and when i can, I'll start blogging again.

Yes, Tim Duncan and a Beluga whale.

Breaking up with the parents.

I want to break up with my parents.

"Its not you, its me."

I am a wretched son. And I know this. Which is why I think it would be better for my parents if I broke up with them. I don't think they should spend their twilight years worrying about me. Seems like an incredible waste of time.

No, I am not suicidal. Far from it. I still have alot of life to lead, and I look forward to it.

I just think my folks would be better off with out me.

Hairstyles.

So, as of late, I've been shaving my head weekly. I haven't been shaving it smooth, but I've been buzzing it with a clipper. No guard.

Now, I admit, as the Chicago winter enters full swing, this is not the best haircut to have. The wind is my enemy, and a couple times I have wondered if my ears were going to fall off. Granted, this could be easily alleviated by a hat or ear muffs, however, I think I've adequately demonstrated that I am not that smart.

I'm not sure what I like so much about having a shaved head. I'll be honest, I'm sure it has to do with the face that having less hair makes my face look skinnier. Or maybe I enjoy looking like Uncle Fester while harboring delusion that maybe I look like a younger Korean Bruce Willis. Or, I am secretly self concious about the amount of white hair I have.

Anyway, its been much easier to not have hair. But Yoojin, I promise to have some hair at your wedding.

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.

Its funny how I'm more athletic now than I was when I was younger. Wait, let me rephrase, I have a greater desire to be more athletic now than when I was younger. I'm not sure why. I've always been a lazy person, maybe because its even a minimal level of athleticism is harder now then when I was 20.

However, I am well aware that I can't undertake some of the same activities I did when I was younger. Taekwondo, is pretty much out for me. I just can't see myself getting that flexibility and speed back anymore. So what do I do?

I'm definitely going to get back into biking. Although, certain siutations are preventing me from getting the bike I want temporarily. I hope this gets resolved before the weather gets warm.

But I'm wondering if my mom was right about me not fighting anymore. Not street, but MMA. It is pretty hard on my body, which feels like its breaking down all the time. Right now I'm on a break as I rehab my ankles and just get back into shape from not being able to do anything for about 2 1/2 months. So its going to be a slow porcess for me to get back into it. But I'm looking forward to it.

Its much easier, and enjoyable to get back into shape than maintain it. So we'll see how things go.

The slippery slope of K-pop.

So, I bought a K-Pop album. I'm trying to remember the last time this happened. I think it was 1996 and I bought Kim Gun Mo 4. Or, I might have bought some CD for the 2002 World Cup. Either way, its been a while. Now, I have some Korean punk and Korean hip-hop albums, but its not really the same thing since those artists aren't mainstream.

I have this love/hate relationship with K-Pop. Mainly because listneing to K-Pop, leads to watching K-dramas, and it will cause me to crave a relationship with some Korean community that I know I will regret in the end. I am honestly quite satisfied as it is my relationship with the Korean community being limited to "That's the place I go to get food. And maybe a date."

But damnit, the song is catchy.

I heart boobs.

I love boobs.

That's all.

Yes, there is the temptation to put up a gratuitous image, or wax longwindered and psuedo-poetically about breasts. Nope.

I just love them.

That is all.

Grey. Gray? Yay! No? Meh.

Lately the days are like an unfullfilling kiss.

Its not the kiss you give your wife, or gf. Or does it generate the anticipation of that first kiss. Or even the urgency of a drunken kiss based on passion.

It feels like a kiss bereft of any passion, or even loathing. It emobies what the true physical basis of what a kiss is. 2 fleshy body parts squishing together.

It is the regretful kiss. The one you make and you know, nothing is there. Not even the desire for physical fulfillment.

Everything moves around me, at a far greater speed. Feels like I'm moving very slow. I am arrhytmic to this city.

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