News

1. We've set our moving date and it is September 1st.

2. Eventually I could hear from a friend of mine, unseen for a long time. I feel relieved by now.

Rare Photos

My self-portrait pictures are pretty rare cause I don't have any cameras, even a cheapy one. But, thanks to my mom's cellphone cam, I could take this one about four months ago, and so to speak, on April 23th. My hair was two times longer at that time... Some of my acquaintances said this photo resembled Misa Amane from Death Note... I, however, don't think so; A little too boyish to be that adorable "Misamisa." It rather looks like Teru Mikami as far as I'm concerned. (Geez, look at the flash!)

The second is also a flash photograph of myself, reflected by a mirror near the threshold. It is the latest one cause it was taken today, at 7:50 a.m.. This time my features seem more visible though I didn't photoshop it ever, since I took it in close-up. Well, please never mind the flash... Of course I know how to hide it, but it's such a tedious work to adjust the camera angle, while the dazzling flash lies straight onto my face... so I chose the easier way.

In fromt of my apartment door. I'm moving out soon, though...

My apartment's corridor. In this picture it looks a bit darker than usual.

Just a momentary feeling, I so hope it is

I confess:
I am single.
Anyone can come and take me.


Well, of course I don't expect anyone to approach, having heard my childish confession. But you know, I was born to be "human" after all, and it seems nonsense to be just moderate in love, like monks in the temple. Strange I say such a thing? Right, to be honest, I am recently interested in a cute girl, but I can't(or perhaps mustn't) ask her out or express my own heart to her. I'm not sure whether this funny feeling is actually love, or it's just no more than an impulsive interest. I don't know whether she has ever been interested in me, either. Maybe she wants me to show how I feel than vice versa.

I hate myself being this emotional and gabbling such a load of hooey, unlike myself at all. I don't want another weight on my mind. I should get over this kind of sensation, for better grades. I am desperate to get straight-A's even at the cost of my joy.

Nothing Rivals Yearning

I used to be totally helpless in English when I was a middle school first-year. I nearly fainted because of bundles of dialogues and readings to memorize. I always doubted if I could do well on the real exam, and it didn't take a long time until the fear came true. At the mid-term exam in April, I even forgot what the word "exam" meant. Although I eventually solved it by luck, I couldn't hide my own shame, thanks to a smart schoolgirl of my year; She was one of the competent rivals of mine. She came to me after the exam was finished, and said, "are you sure you don't know what it stands for, Eugene? (actually, she called me "Seung-Han," my original name) It's the short form of "examination." I thought you were a great student, but now you say you don't even know this easy word..." So badly she insulted me, I bet you might agree. I, who had always been the first-place winner(of course I'm not being snobbish) all during the school days, lost the title at once, and it torched the heart of an adolescent, competitive fourteen-year-old soul into ashes. Yet, at the very end she stiffened my fighting spirit, keeping me eager to conquer that irritating lingua franca.
However, no sooner had I finally gained the linguistic sense through a lot of efforts than I was faced with another catastrophe, math. As time went by, my concern kept growing more and more like a snowball rolling down a hill, since I was almost illiterate about advanced math, thereby for a long time agitated as if I were stabbed by a saber, even though this agony didn't stay no further than a couple of months. I could learn about geometry & algebra one by one from the basic as I accidentally met three marvelous books, which became of help to me all along my learning.

These experiences taughted me a lesson: Nothing rivals the power of yearning mind.

Zilch Money

I am broke this time. You can say I am. I hoped to earn some profit so I could - at least - grab a workbook, although I couldn't in the end. I have already purchased two of them with a little bit of money from my mom, but I still lack of Korean Literature one. Along this week I have been under the impression that my family's means of livelihood was threatened much harder than ever. My mom gets no specific income, and it drives all my family members discouraged. She as well as I seems going sort of diabetic due to our reckless, innutritious diet all over this month. I sometimes think I need some kind of thearpy or whatever helpful if my budget ever allows me. All of a sudden I was reminded a Jews proverb that poverty is the greatest burden of life. I agree on it. I YEARN FOR WEALTH AND FAME!

My Legs Clean-Shaven

I couldn't stand the hot weather, and I put on my spare shorts. However, I looked horrible in them. A mass of hair was covering all around my legs, like a gorilla! So today, I shave all the hair of my llimbs. This time, I feel by far the best relieved and overjoyed; my legs became pretty more sleek and delicate, you can bet on it...

Exhaustion, Mingled with Starvation

Just back from the bookstore. I so far have read about 330 pages of Harry Potter. Yes, I went into overdrive; That made my brain dizzy and unfocused. I'm starving... I'd better cook a midnight snack right now.