Monday, December 31, 2007

109...Happy New Year Yeobo

I hope this is the best New Year for you, Yeobo. It would have been nice to tell you this personally, but your brother doesn't answer his phone, and your sister is 'too busy' to give me a straight answer. Of course, your parents won't even talk to me. So there you have it. Anyway.....Happy New Year..Sarang hae.

Friday, December 28, 2007

107...God

106....Yesterday

105...As Tears Go By

104...Yeobo....Those Were the Days

103

Yeobo,
15 weeks without hearing from you...sucks. I can't take much more. The year is almost over. I hope we can start the next year together on the right track for a bright future. Love.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

102

Yeobo,
I walked around the City on Christmas. It was much warmer than the time you and I went there. Strawberry Fields was packed, and there was a wreath shaped into a peace sign. I thought of you the entire time in NY. Walked past Radio City, Rockefeller Center, and the library. I remember being on the train that first time. You wore that white coat and the sun was behind you. I went to 32nd and had some yuk gyae jjang. Then I went downtown and walked around. I miss you. Love.

Monday, December 24, 2007

101...Merry Christmas, Yeobo...

I miss you, Yeobo and hope you're well on Christmas. Soon, you'll be going home. I can't wait to hear your voice.. Love.

100

Yeobo,
I hear you are getting better and will be home in a few weeks. I am so happy! I only hope we speak soon and that we can get back together someday. Love.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

99

Yeobo,
The Korean Consulate can't help me locate you because it's a 'private' matter. The fact that you're my legal wife and in a hospital and I cannot locate you is not their concern. See, governments only care if you have some hash in your urine. They deem this as one of the terrible crimes of society. Governments even ignore medical findings to prosecute those who have medical prescriptions for marijuana in their War on Drugs. They waste billions of dollars and needlessly incarcerate a multitude of innocents. In summation, these motherfuckers don't give a rat's ass about humanity. They don't give a shit that you are in a hospital and your whereabouts are kept secret from me by your parents. All they care about is money and more money. Keep the pharmaceutical industry bathing in cash selling their overpriced medicines that have more side affects than are even listed to those that can afford them. Governments bend over for pharmaceuticals, for the oil industry, car manufacturers, etc., All in the name of lining pockets and propping up false economies. Christmas? Another consumer trap for suckers. How gullible are these idiots! The point I'm making is that the Korean Consulate can't help, the American Embassy can't help, the Seoul Police haven't helped. Nobody will get involved unless you are a person with connections (politician, crime figure, or other asshole with loads of dollars and power to hire/fire). This leaves me no choice but to investigate other means of finding you. And I will. It's just a matter of time. I will spend my entire life looking for you and doing whatever is necessary to speak with you. Love.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

98

Yeobo,
14 weeks without hearing your voice. Shibal. Christmas is next week. I hope you're home by the new year. I'm trying to get in touch with you, but it's very difficult because your parents blame me. I'll find a way to reach you. Love.

Monday, December 17, 2007

97...Reasons

96

How are you, Yeobo? I saw you last night in my dream. You were healthy and seemed well, but you didn't talk. I miss you so much. I miss your voice, your laughter and smile. I went to M&M the other day and got some ramyeon. It was tough walking in there without you. I didn't get 2 dozen eggs! Just ramyeon. It's cold and snowy here. Not as cold as that day in NY in 2000. Remember how cold it was then? I hope to hear your voice soon. Love.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

95

Yeobo,
I haven't been able to talk with you for 13 weeks. Just to hear your voice would make me feel so much better. I don't know when I will be able to speak with you, nor do I know what will come of us. I want us to be together, but that's up to you. In the mean time, all I can do is keep putting one foot in front of the other. I will keep working and trying to get a Master's degree. It will be beneficial either way. I long to talk to you, Yeobo. I need to hear your voice even if I can't see you or hold you. I love you. Get well, Yeobo.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

94

Yeobo,
Our birthdays have passed, our anniversary has passed, and 13 weeks have passed with no word. I need to speak with you. Now, your e-mail account has closed or is full. Your parents don't want me to call. I'm going off the deep end. I hope to hear from you before the year's end. This is just too much. Wait, wait, wait. I will have to write the embassy and the police department again and let them know what fucking scumbags they are. They don't even have the decency to reply to my letters. It's almost time for me to send a barrage of letters to these dogs and give them a piece of my mind, which is just about what's left of it.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

93

Yeobo...our anniversary today. I was on the train thinking about the year we went to NY. It was so cold. Remember? I thought of you all day. I miss you.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

92....Love

Yeobo, twenty-seven years ago today we lost this man. I know you love him as do I. This song is for you, Yeobo.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

91

Oh, Yeobo...
Where are you? How are you? Aish!

90

Yeobo,
It's really fucked up. Your parents can visit you, but I can't even talk to you on the phone. I don't know where you are. It's been 12 weeks without word, and I'm going fucking nuts. This is absolutely fucking ridiculous. It is not fair to put me through this crap any longer. Enough is enough. It's about time your parents tell me how to contact you. I am not going to lose my mind because they blame me for something I didn't do. I will now call them every fucking day till they tell me or change their number. I love you and need to hear your voice.