Caffeine addict,
even for an alcoholic drinks,
I choose the one that is fermented from coffee beans,
Kahlua.
Lactose addict,
having milk almost every morning,
even for an alcoholic drinks,
I choose the one the cocktail with milk in it,
Kahlua milk.
:P
Friday, 29 July 2011
Wednesday, 27 July 2011
H2O plus something else
It is such a gloomy day when h2o plus something else like chlorine or other stuff starts pouring from the blue curtain of earth. I am trying my best to describe the acid rain in a scientific and yet artistic way but it doesn't seem smart at all. Instead, very confusing. Perhaps the raindrops that fell on my head a while ago has penetrated through the fine pores of my skin and into my rain. I am blurred.
Waiting at the laundromat in Seoul this moment, to dry my clothes on this floody day. Writing my blog on iPhone. At this moment, eight years of my life here in Korea pass by in front of my eyes like a film. Wow! Eight years and I'm finally leaving. Part of me can't wait to go home but part of me is worrying. The 'me' that I know back home was 18 years old. I am 26. Unbelievable. It is not that age matters. Just that my life there has been taking a break for such a long time while people who lives there have been going on with their life there. Someone that was there, can be gone now. Some things changed. My grandfather who were there before i left, far gone into another world. My parents aged.
I still remember sitting in the car with my dad when he drove me to tuition center at night. It was like yesterday . At that moment, i was thinking of leaving the house to go study abroad while looking out from the car window as my dad drove. And now, here I am sitting at a laundromat in a country I came to further my study eight years ago wondering if I could adapt well back home.
Rain is not my favorite. But it is amazing how it pull me back into my memory and bring me back my inspiration to write.
A piece of my nostalgia on a day when h2o with impurities falls from the blue curtain on earth.
Waiting at the laundromat in Seoul this moment, to dry my clothes on this floody day. Writing my blog on iPhone. At this moment, eight years of my life here in Korea pass by in front of my eyes like a film. Wow! Eight years and I'm finally leaving. Part of me can't wait to go home but part of me is worrying. The 'me' that I know back home was 18 years old. I am 26. Unbelievable. It is not that age matters. Just that my life there has been taking a break for such a long time while people who lives there have been going on with their life there. Someone that was there, can be gone now. Some things changed. My grandfather who were there before i left, far gone into another world. My parents aged.
I still remember sitting in the car with my dad when he drove me to tuition center at night. It was like yesterday . At that moment, i was thinking of leaving the house to go study abroad while looking out from the car window as my dad drove. And now, here I am sitting at a laundromat in a country I came to further my study eight years ago wondering if I could adapt well back home.
Rain is not my favorite. But it is amazing how it pull me back into my memory and bring me back my inspiration to write.
A piece of my nostalgia on a day when h2o with impurities falls from the blue curtain on earth.
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