One day in August: Yesterday was a nice day. It was a good day. Chat with D, a mature student in our class. Organic meeting, we talked for almost an entire hour. I was at the campus cafe, she came along, sat on the other side of the large table I was at and then…

“This is what I want. I don’t want it any other way.” I chose it. It’s fully mine. I love my fate.

Walking through the campus in the golden hour. Even concrete looks lovely when its glistening from the dewy bliss of the early afternoon. Golden. Everything is golden and misty glow Floral scents of the winter garden awaken my senses. I love the familiar faces in the lecture room. The unfamiliar ones of the street I…

To choose one is to say no to all else. To say I love something is to hate all others in the aspect that I love the thing. To love is to hate with the utmost intensity all that goes against the subject of your love. By choosing a pathway, you forego a thousand others.…

When everything seems meaningless, zoom in. When everything seems to matter too much, zoom out. Because I’ve realised, neither is true.

시공간에  제한된 우리는, 우리를 제한하는 그 시공간에 의해 의미를 느끼고 아름다움을 부여한다. 시간의 야속함에 대해 불평하지만 그것으로 인해 가치를 느낀다. 영원을 알지 못하나 은연중에 원한다. 하지만 아직 그것을 헤아릴 수 없기에 가끔은 영원이 벌컥 두려울 때도 있다. 우리의 상상력은 현재의 조건과 상황 즉 고통과 죽음이 지배하는 이 세상의 굴레를 벗어나기엔 미숙하다. 시간에 갇혀있는 우리. 하지만…

I want to see the house from which the smoke arose from the chimney. I want to see where the smoke comes from. I want to see. I want to know! 보라색 꽃으로 만개해 봄바람에 살랑이던 나무. 보고싶어. 무슨 꽃인지, 무슨 나무인지 알고 싶어. 지금은 앙상해진 나무가지를 뒤로하고 또 다시 온통 연보라로 채워질 봄 날,…

I wish that I will always have something to say. It’s just that sometimes, I don’t know how to put them into words to do justice. I guess that is the point of writing for life. To say what you have inside, so as to make it real and alive. Words into life. I will…

A common experience of having been an immigrant kid is that you don’t feel at home in the new country nor in your home country. I am no exception to this phenomenon. However this post won’t be about the sorrows of the immigrant kid. In fact, I bring good news! Today, I realised that a…

Ah just hate it when people think they know me just because I’ve shown them a tiny portion of what I am. Not even close.