Moving on

I've had this blogger for about two years now, but I believe it is about time to finally move on. To all my beautiful and faithful followers, I am sad to inform you that I will be officially moving my digitized thoughts to another blog site (tumblr). My new blog will be compiled with my most inner thoughts, a treasure field into my mind for anyone who finds it. As my life has become more complicated, so too have my thoughts. In a final and official gesture of departure, I bid you adieu Blogger.

Thanks for everything,
Daniel Jae Kang

Beauty Sleep

I haven't felt this sleep deprived since well... the moment I was born. This is going to be one hell of a week and I'm only half way through.

The Emotive

I don't know you.
And I don't want to.
But I have something I'd like to say.
I hope you took a five-minute break from playing call of duty today just to tell her how much you love her.
I hope you picked up the least rotten flowers at the gas station that you work at just to surprise her for a change.
I hope that when she pours her heart out to you you're not just nodding your head and saying uhhuh.
I hope that you're everything I couldn't be.
I hope you see that even stumbling she has more grace and elegance than a boy like you could ever hope to comprehend.
I hope you treat her right.
I hope you know that she's always loved it when you bite her bottom lip.
The stupid say a girl is made in her hips but the truth is in her eyes.
I hope you know they're green.
I hope you know that she's not a morning person, drinks her coffee black, speaks art like her first language and took sailing lessons just to see the other two-thirds of the world.
She robbed every bar in the city with just her smile.
I don't claim to be an expert.
But I'd be a fool not to know that she squeezes her toothpaste from the bottom because she's always planning ahead.
She doesn't smoke or drink because she'd rather read in bed.
And I'd give anything if I could just be her man instead.
I hope you know that.
I hope you know that her favorite color is white.
She's captivated by firework light.
And you will never have an unnecessary fight because she
She is as patient as a flower in winter.
And when she springs
I hope you're ready.
Because she can set your soul on fire with just a touch.
Now this may be a bit much for you to manage.
But I guess those are the struggles of having the personality of a cabbage.
So let me break it down for you.
I thought I was having a heart attack the day I first saw her.
My heart was as rhythmic as a child banging on pots and pans.
Because she
She is dynamic.
Love at first sight is an understatement.
No, to me
She is all five senses.
Ground and blended, she is more potent than the most copious amounts of caffeine.
She will keep me up for days.
And I spend those nights thinking about how she came into my life, took my hand, drew me close and whispered something in my ear that I'll never forget.
She said
I love you.
I love you for the words you give me the strength to say and
The songs you give me the audacity to play.
I love you for the way you send my heart aflutter.
The way that no other can possibly make me feel because you
You make me want to dance.
And so I took that chance.
I leapt in as uncertain as I was about my dreams.
Only knowing that this
This was real.
So when I tell you that I hope you know what you're doing
I sincerely mean it.
Because I hope you know that if you play with her heart
You'll lose her.
I hope you know
Because I wish
I wish that I had.


Words are nothing in the absence of emotion. They can be read, they can be recited, but few can really deliver the feelings behind words printed on paper.

A morning in Valencia

There really isn't much to do around here in the morning. Most of the stores, besides the coffee houses, are closed, and I know it's crazy, but coffee is the last thing I want right now. 8 o'clock is way to early for me. The birds aren't even out yet. Anyways, I've decided to sit on a bench that also happens to face a waterfall/ fountain. It's a cheap, romantic getaway for any man who doesn't feel like paying much. If you close your eyes and ignore the sound of the speeding cars in the background, it actually sounds like a real waterfall! There are also a few rose bushes, all so that a man can effortlessly pluck one out and offer to his lady, along with some cheesy, but maybe true, romantic compliment. There's even a small bridge overlooking just as small pond. I probably look like a loser right now, sitting on a bench by myself whilst gazing upon a waterfall. All I need is that single teardrop to fall down my cheek and the scene would be perfect.