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Day 12: 시간은 모래알 같아 (+ Translation)
시간이 너무나 빠르게 가서 야속하다. 지난날들을 되돌아보면 감격스럽다가도 사무치게 아리기도 하다. 고등학교 때 친구들과 찍은 수많은 사진들, 예전에는 그저 웃음을 주었지만 지금은 그 사진들을 볼 때 기쁨과 슬픔을 동시에 느낀다. 왜일까? 시간이 간다는건, 변한다는 뜻, 형체가 변하고 끝내 사라지기 까지 한다는 걸 의미한다. 애석하다. 시간이 있다는건 끝이 있다는 뜻이다. 인생이 정말 찰나 인 것을 조금씩…
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Day 11: 하루 정도 놓쳤다고 그만 둘 것 같아요? (Challenge continues in Korean + translation)
그렇다. 어제 나만의 바쁜 하루를 보내고 글을 써야지 하다가 밤이되어서 그냥 자버렸다. Day 10이 끝내기 좋은 깔끔한 숫자라 그냥 그만 둘까 하다가 미용실에서 갑자기 필받아서 다시 쓴다. 다음 10일은 가능하면 한글로 써보고 싶다. 나는 사실 소설을 잘 안 읽었다. Non-fiction 위주로 많이 읽는 편이나 소설을 좀 더 읽으려 노력중이다. 좀 더 풍부한 어휘력을 위해. 지금…
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Day 10: Sometimes I love people.
A, as she allowed me to call her was a Professor of Theatre and Performance Studies. Gave me some life advice. Though almost a stranger, for some reason (as it does occur sometimes) we got on. She told me how naturally, she’s an introvert but because her job requires her to deal with people effectively,…
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Day 9: On Friendship
Friendship lies not in the transcendental experience Nor in the highlands of spirituality With humility I met reality Friendship lies in the simple laughters Times spent together Talking to each other Complaining, congratulating, thanking And being brutally frank Simplicity binds true camaraderie Lofty ideals a hinderance Haughtiness a great woe To friendships that endure. Together,…
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Day 8: Everything will be forgotten
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Day 7: Fear of being a pseudo intellectual
Well I have one. It’s nagging me. I don’t want to be a pseudo intellectual. But that path of being a true intellectual is daunting. Don’t you have to be an academic? devote your entire life to research, find truth, test them, prove them. Lonely path it seems to me. I don’t want to be…
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Day 6: Mrs Minchinton and the pancake
15 years ago, I was year 6 at Ilam School and my teacher was Mrs Minchinton. (I don’t know if that is the correct spelling, but this is what the name sounded like). Maybe some of you who were in my class remember her. I remember her being active and enthusiastic yet firm when required.…
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Day 5
People who ask questions, the ones who wonder. People with curious eyes, craving to know something. They sparkle. I like those people who ask questions. Their acute questions, so sharp they cut right through me, I bleed joy and liberation. Forgotten truth revealed, growing adoration. Ask away and set me free.
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Day 4: Cycles of Life
It is so nice to just rest. It felt like I never had time to rest the past few months. I was always on the go, always had something on the to do list and even if I was ‘resting’ my mind never seemed to have any rest. The saddest part is, I wasn’t even…
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Day 3
Highlights of the working Saturday Bonne nuit tout le monde – Because the good looking French customer made me want to practice my French.
Ilamnyuh 