I don't know who reads this anymore but just made myself promise to uhhh blog once a week now, or at least post a picture or something. Just for the sake of keeping some sort of...schedule.
Went to the bank today and mingled with some locals. Wore high heel boots for fashion. Old guy, shorter than me, tried to assist me. We exchanged a few sentences in Korean. His daughter lives in the United States. He was excited to meet an American. I let him hold my passport and look at the stamps I've collected via travelling.
Worked hard all day. Nice coming home. Like stopping into the bakery by my house and thinking about what kind of breads I will buy when I am paid. Almost stepped in some vomit and thought, "Damn, vomit is always such a reddish color." I find this to be true at least 80% of the time.
Going to the Seoul art museum on Saturday with some co-workers, B, Noah, Karl, and Andy. Looking forward to seeing the Tim Burton exhibit. Will post some pictures. Will update.
lol sad face
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Saturday, December 29, 2012
right now
Debating moving to tumblr. idk.
Just moved back to south korea. living in seoul now for the time being.
feeling incredibly happy most days. will write again soon. perhaps.
here is a playlist that I made:
http://8tracks.com/spookyguts/wat-do
trying to write email now. a lot is happening all the time. dam.
Just moved back to south korea. living in seoul now for the time being.
feeling incredibly happy most days. will write again soon. perhaps.
here is a playlist that I made:
http://8tracks.com/spookyguts/wat-do
trying to write email now. a lot is happening all the time. dam.
Friday, October 5, 2012
you are so far
daydreaming again and again
about wearing high heels
and sewing split hems together
about hanging wet clothes on drying racks,
and cooking dinners consisting of meats and rice.
drifting, drifting one more time
to a place with wide windows and heated floors
on the 11th floor of some apartment
where i can occasionally water my cactus
and write poems while i listen to you breathe.
a home where i can put my head on your stomach
and hear you laugh or sigh,
where i can comb my hair and read books about travelling,
i will love you more and more each second.
and i will never go far away.
about wearing high heels
and sewing split hems together
about hanging wet clothes on drying racks,
and cooking dinners consisting of meats and rice.
drifting, drifting one more time
to a place with wide windows and heated floors
on the 11th floor of some apartment
where i can occasionally water my cactus
and write poems while i listen to you breathe.
a home where i can put my head on your stomach
and hear you laugh or sigh,
where i can comb my hair and read books about travelling,
i will love you more and more each second.
and i will never go far away.
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