Reflections on Life and Memories
It's been a while since I started this blog, but I felt the urge to share some thoughts.
On a rainy day, I got my flu shot a bit late.
As a Christmas treat, I received a candy cane, which made me feel like a kid again.
It's been ages since I got a shot and received candy.
I remembered that someone asked me to write a review, but I completely forgot.
The timing for my flu shot appointment was awkward, so I decided to do laundry and browse a bookstore.
I was curious about the smell of books, and it turned out to be the scent of dry paper.
However, there was also the smell of Dalgona, which distracted me from enjoying the book aroma.
In a nearby alley, I found a single rose.
These days, I spend my weekends putting on makeup and going out.
Every week feels the same, and sometimes I can't remember which day was which just by looking at photos.
I vaguely remember it being very cold, but I didn't want to go home, so I walked for a while until I got hungry.
But my socks keep disappearing, one at a time.
I'm pretty sure the washing machine is eating my socks.
I often find myself searching for these little things.
Every time I realize I'm just going in circles, I get a bit disheartened.
Suddenly, a friend of mine passed away, and I tried everything to save him, even dismantling the circuit board. In the end, I decided to seek professional help.
On my way home in the early morning, I saw that even the traffic light in front of my house was broken.
But here's the main point.
While wrestling with my thoughts about my friend, I noticed that he started a live stream without any earbuds, and I could see my tomato.
I couldn't hear properly and didn't realize he was publicly unveiling letters.
When I listened closely, I found out he had selected only five letters to take with him to Japan for a performance, and one of them was mine.
This particular letter was quite sad, and I was conscious of his expression throughout the viewing.
The video in question is this...
Of course, I've been to his performances over six times, written five letters, and even took photos with him at an exhibition, but there are many more passionate fans out there.
So even if I've seen him up close, the chance of him recognizing me is zero.
But then suddenly, is that him?
Is that him? Clatter... thud... Is that him? Clatter... thud...
Why... why is this happening?
Anyway, I learned that if I cry, he might see that side of me.
I built a tiny Lego set inspired by the atmosphere of this album using leftover pieces from my Pochacco Lego set, which was so random that I thought, "What is this? I think you put it in the wrong place," dear friend, you’re not an INFP, are you?
I tried vacuum distillation for the first time.
I gathered bits of information and tried hard, but the results were not good.
I discovered some content while pondering what to do at the end of the year.
I attended my last class of the semester and realized while talking with my sisters that this was my final lesson.
The feeling was quite strange.
While looking for images of a sugar-coated tomato because I found the term cute, I stumbled upon an interesting dish.
They say that if you eat a sugar-coated tomato with a bit of wasabi, it tastes great.
It seems like a snack, and I'm very curious about it.
I want to share places I want to go.
Someday, I hope to travel peacefully alone to Japan and Jeju Island.
I want to drive in Jeju, but when will I get my license...????
That's right, the weekend has come around again.
I cut my bangs.
After trying to style my baby hairs, I have mostly restored it now.
On that day, I dressed up and went to a café, stuffing my thesis into my head.
This is a story from last night's dream.
These days, I've been living a bit scattered, reflecting on what went wrong.
When my mind races, I just stumble.
My mom sent kimchi from home, and when I opened the package, there was a poor, squished sweet potato.
I ate it with my grandmother's style radish salad and got full, leaving half for tomorrow.
I'm now twenty-five... I can't believe it, what do I do with my life?
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