This is where she purges out stuff she doesn't usually say aloud. Feel free to write stuff without trying to figure out who's writing what. A bit of Anonymity, you get the idea. So everyone, Enivrez-vous!
(All writings: © So-Rim Lee. All Rights Reserved.)
Congratulations Kathryn Ann Bigelow!
Monday, March 8, 2010 at 8:16PM Congratulations on the Oscar! I can't wait for The Hurt Locker to open in Seoul. She should've won since Point Break (1991) and Strange Days (1995)! Such an achievement! And she's a Columbia Film Studies graduate. It makes me feel like we have something in common, and this doesn't happen that often for me. Now it's your turn, Lisa Cholodenko!
Academy, Best Director, Kathryn Bigelow, Oscar, Point Break, Strange Days in night A Family of Vegabonds
Sunday, March 7, 2010 at 6:27PM My mother leaves for India in a few days, my brother leaves for Russia for good, who knows when they're coming back. I have a vagrant family. The four of us (including my father) just had homemade pajeon together. This is no ordinary incident for us - all four of us sitting at one table. Sometimes I wish things weren't different and that we could all pretend that there's nothing wrong with us. Sometimes I wish I could go around the world telling everyone I have a functional family. But really, there's nothing any of us can do about reality.
India, Russia, dysfunctional, functional, pajeon, vagrant family in afternoon Thanks, but No Thanks.
Saturday, March 6, 2010 at 9:31PM Just like that song I love, I don't want to wait. Just like that other song I love, quit playin' games. And these are the things I am addressing myself, not anyone else. Leave me quiet, I want to write the freakin' thesis and get the hell out of here on time. I want to do some pavin' and I haven't got time for undesired drama. The outcome is important. The process is less important. At least for now. And I am quite the vulnerable type, despite my fierceness. I am not as strong as I want myself to be, and the things happening around me are gurgling my throat with pain. It's like I've swallowed something unedible and big. I get tongue-tied when it all boils down to you. Can we pretend we don't know each other for a while? I'd love it if I could have the freedom not to text you back while I pay for my bagel and cream cheese. We make our own choices and pay our own prices.
No Thanks. in night 