it's my roommate's last day here in the big city. tomorrow he flies out to southern california to live with his bro. his friend from baltimore came up to visit. he brought his gf and their dogs-- a maltese and its two pups. we went out for jja-jjang-myun and we returned to find the apartment trashed by the dogs. they decided to dig into our trash, eat last night's leftover chinese food and proceeded to regurgitate and excrete it all over my place. cleaning up dog urine, feces and vomit is no fun.

who let the dogs out?

my friend and i have changed-- in very different ways-- since high school. i feel like we were just starting to re-acquaint ourselves to each other... acknowledging our respective mutations and accepting them as products of our years apart. i wish i could've been a better friend to him these last few months. i could've dug deeper... given him some profound, life-changing advice... challenged him... encouraged him... i could've been "saltier". instead, we shake hands and walk down our respective roads... occasionally looking back to see how our ole friend is doing... until we're too far to distinguish each other's form from the horizon. i have a feeling i won't see him until my wedding (he says he can't see himself settling down for a long while... i agree). but we'll see what God has planned for us.

peace, HJ. peace.