Tag: diary
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A rainy Tuesday afternoon
I carry my late grandad’s umbrella. It’s not the best umbrella and it’s a bit worn out, but I still like it. I don’t think he used it much—perhaps not even at all. He was a farmer, you see, in rural South Korea. A man of charisma and authority, not the kind to use an…
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Writing makes me …
When I finish writing, it all makes sense.
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The book-smart girl that is actually foolish
The girl who says all the right things like a textbook. The poor girl doesn’t know that her eyes flash doubt. Little does she know, her audience is already sickeningly familiar with the rhetoric she dogmatically regurgitates. Some of her audiences are in fact, more acquainted with that ‘textbook’ than herself. But of course, because …
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When a heartbreak looms
As I expected, a ripple of unease ran through my heart. And then I sensed that maybe later in the evening, my heart might just break. So it was Unity Books to the rescue. Joan Didion should do me good according to the shopkeeper’s diagnosis. So I took up his prescription and walked out with…
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Day 11
I really like it when you kind of pick yourself up on a rotten day and do something wholesome. You hate the cold and the lack of sun. You know you get a bit blue when it’s cold and cloudy. But I love that you do small things for yourself on those days because you…
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Day 10
자연스러움. 자연스러움에 대해서 배우고 싶다. 자연스러움을 소유 하고 싶다. 자연스러운 사람 곁에 있을때 얼마나 편안하고 즐거운지. 자연스러움은 어디서 나오는 걸까? 어떤 마음가짐에서 나오는걸까?
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Day 9
1 You are just a really wonderful person who often gets caught up in existential loneliness. You think that it’s a flaw, but it’s not your fault that it happens to you. It just happens, and that is just a fact. You enjoy observing people, though; sometimes, it’s not a voluntary choice. You notice small…
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Day 2
I guess I’m not a machine. I can’t just program myself to do things at certain times. You can’t just autopilot through your entire life. I definitely tried that. How harsh of me! I am so human (surprise, surprise). I get discouraged, I get jealous. I need pep talk, I need attention and tenderness from…
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It’s delicate
Surrounded by acquaintances, friends, family and love interests, and yet.. To the question ‘Why is it never enough?’ lies a futile answer. There is within me a secret chamber. It’s the source of all the vacuous feelings that often engulf me. I was vaguely aware of this in the past, now it is a resounding…
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Daily Grace, Daily Bread
Talking to N the pharmacist upon picking up my prescription made my day. I never talked to her in real life, only through texts when acquiring shifts. But she came out and we said hello. It started off as small talk and we ended up talking about her trip to South Korea, and the immigrant…
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