Revolution

Well Yuck, Yuck, yuck.

I'm so sick of dark colors, mixed messages, and being a whiny baby.

From now on, only all of the following:

• Vacation
• Summer
• Beaches
• Learning how not to be motion sick
• fun times
• dinner parties
• cool bracelets, Pablo hats, and dressing cooler
• more arts and crafts (in honor of summer)

And just a sunshineyer happier blog. As in a blog the way I live my life.

And in that spirit:

Ode to Chile

Chile, you long skinny country, you.
you're so awesome.
I know this now,
I've seen you.

I bought a lot of things from Chile
A horse, giraffe, two birds, and a mirror.

I learned a lot of Spanish in Chile
like Huesitos, Chingasos, and Frutilla.

Every day but one or two
I took Siestas.
America is so gypped without them.

I felt like the only Asian American girl in the world
in the deep inner belly of Chile.

Oh, Chile,
Home of my life heroes
Isabel and Pablo.
If you could teach me your lyrical
busy ways
ruled by the Andes, Ocean, and Heavy political history.

Home of Military coups,
overpowering imperialism euphemistically called colonialism,
Communist sentiments,
and half a million stray dogs.

I've come to love you,
Chile.

You took away my sense
of smell and taste.
Even muffled my hearing.
literally.

I will wait for the day
to prove my love.