December 2010
It hasn’t felt like Christmas at all. We never had much of a tradition in my household to do anything of the sort. The only Christmas decorations we have is a 3 feet pre-lit plastic tree and a door ornament. A Christmas day in the Un household, is just any other day here.
Quiet, and nothing really to do…
Maybe its because my parents are from Cambodia and they just don’t really...
Realism poem...
Life is flowing by as fluent as a river, I’m still stuck at the riverbank.
-Chris Un 12/22/10
Dear You,
I truly believed I am somehow playing basketball again because of one conversation I had with you. I have yet to thank you in person. My indirect appreciation is writing your intials, K… on my arm for every game. I was convinced after a simple talk in a car with “Good Feeling” playing on the radio. Believe it or not. I seriously do not think I would be playing right...
What is the solution for someone who always percieves the negatives of a performance?
Positive re-enforcement?
A better attitude?
What else… seriously asking.
Mario-Music For Love . →
My current Jam.
Poetry Post of the week.
It was raining pretty hard this day, it sounded like a storm that night. I orignally made this on 9/20/2010.
Here’s the poem down below.
As the rain whispers in my ear, I imagine this beautiful scene.
Where you and I embrace underneath, the watchful night’s stars.
When all of our troubles and worries become gone.
The rain roars, but I can only hear you.
It’s coming down...
