3글자...... 고맙다

내가 계속 여기에 없으면...

우리:

못 만나고

좋은 추억을 도 만들 수 없고

행복한 시간을 지날 수 없어


친구들... 니가 누구인지 다 알아.....

내가 영원히 기역할 거 야....

고맙다... ^^

random pictures grabbed from cyworld

at myeongdong with sachiko onni & keum yeo!


bye bye mike ahjosshi!!!

돌아가고 싶지 않아........

돌아가는 시간이 점점 까가운데 기분이 도 좀 나빠졌어. 여기서 만나는 친구들 너무 친해하지고 재미있는 시간이 같이 지냈어. 아마 내가 자주 말하는데 근데 여기서 진짜 좋아! 오늘 주영이랑 점심을 먹을 때 내가 돌아가는 제목이 나왔어. 얼마나 슬프인지 알아? 엉엉.....

아마 내가 일하고 싶지않아서 연언히 여기에서 사고 싶다구.... 아... 모르겠다. 우리 다 언제 든지 다시 만날 수 있을 거 야??

random photos in & ard sch...

sachiko & i! (when we got sick of studying)


anna, i & jang gyeon! (we happened to wear the same style to sch)


mike, i & keum yeo


sch...


7 Monkeys

장기하 얼굴들

recently, a guy named 장기하 has become very popular in korea. he is a singer by profession, but his music isn't what made him famous. but rather, its his mannerisms & earnest look while singing that has caught the attention of netizens around korea. i would liken him to the william hung of korea, albeit a better singer though. ;) he has even become one of the top 10 searched on naver & cyworld! some ppl have even taken to imitating his way of singing & dancing. ;)

check it out.. hehe. esp at the woah woah woah part. ;)

there's a christmas-y feeling in the air....

i don't know if its the cool air coupled with the christmasy music played, or the christmas decorations & the fact that its already nov have something to do with this christmas like feeling i get when i go out onto the streets. the feeling i got when i was in a warm & heated shop, decked out in my coat/scarf/boots was quite unlike anything i've experienced before in singapore. i felt like christmas had already come. somehow, 28deg temperatures don't quite cut it. it really feels surreal, being able to experience winter for such a long period of time. if only i could stay till after christmas.... but my time here's up & i've to go back to SG. i should have changed my ticket to after christmas & told KP that i could only start in jan. but why didn't i do so!!?! *bonks myself on the head** sigh...

and after i got home last night, ju yeong came over, only intending to stay awhile to chat, but somehow, we ended up talking till 4am in the morning! she's really fun to talk to. n somehow, we always seem to have loads to talk about. you know how it is with some ppl? you can't seem to find anything to talk about to them at all. not even if you put them in the same cramped confined space with you for 4 hours. nope. nothing at all. that's how it is. one's character & personality plays a huge role as well! su yeon's another person whom i can talk to for ages. which is bad. cause i end up on nateon with her almost every night & sleep at 2am! 수연이!!! 다 너 때문에..... ^^ 장난이야.. 나 너 사랑해! ^-^


Kosney!! i <3 this place.










outside sachiko's fave shop. ;)

Frost At Midnight

The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud--and hark, again! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,
Have left me to that solitude, which suits
Abstruser musings: save that at my side
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully.
'Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs
And vexes meditation with its strange
And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood,
This populous village! Sea, and hill, and wood,
With all the numberless goings-on of life,
Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame
Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not;
Only that film, which fluttered on the grate,
Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing.
Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature
Gives it dim sympathies with me who live,
Making it a companionable form,
Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit
By its own moods interprets, every where
Echo or mirror seeking of itself,
And makes a toy of Thought.

But O! how oft,
How oft, at school, with most believing mind,
Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars,
To watch that fluttering stranger! and as oft
With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt
Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower,
Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang
From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day,
So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me
With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear
Most like articulate sounds of things to come!
So gazed I, till the soothing things, I dreamt,
Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams!
And so I brooded all the following morn,
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye
Fixed with mock study on my swimming book:
Save if the door half opened, and I snatched
A hasty glance, and still my heart leaped up,
For still I hoped to see the _stranger's_ face,
Townsman, or aunt, or sister more beloved,
My play-mate when we both were clothed alike!

Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side,
Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm,
Fill up the interspersed vacancies
And momentary pauses of the thought!
My babe so beautiful! it thrills my heart
With tender gladness, thus to look at thee,
And think that thou shalt learn far other lore,
And in far other scenes! For I was reared
In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim,
And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars.
But _thou_, my babe! shalt wander like a breeze
By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags
Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds,
Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores
And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear
The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible
Of that eternal language, which thy God
Utters, who from eternity doth teach
Himself in all, and all things in himself.
Great universal Teacher! he shall mould
Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask.

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.

--Samuel Taylor Coleridge--