It’s not about the kimchi

So today’s my 3rd day on this alone-trip and I must say I’m loving it so far!

At first I thought I was gonna cry of depression. But now that my flight back home is approaching, I’m feeling a bit sad. Not that I don’t wanna go home, but just that I want to stay a tad longer.

I’m off to the traditional village. I hope there’s wifi so I can blog about it.

Traveling alone is indeed very liberating. Till the next blog! Annyeong! 안녕!

At the crossroads one more

Three years ago, I found myself crying every single day because I had to drag myself to work.

And I think I’m now approaching that stage again.

This workplace had been my fortress for the past eight years. But now I see it tumbling down.

Reasons of staying are disappearing one by one.

Where am I?

It’s so unfortunate that every time I want to write, I have to ask for a password reset because I couldn’t remember it.

So where have I been the past two years I wasn’t writing here? I was prolly writing somewhere else.

But this blog feels like my hometown.  I love coming back to it.

Hopefully I could come home more often.

High on S

The lights were shining differently last night as I stepped out of the office building.   It was about this time when I met him last year, and that fact is probably what’s giving me the impression that the lights shone differently.

The breeze is now relatively cooler and the nights are longer, which reminds me a lot about him.  I don’t know why.  I don’t even want to know why.  It’s pointless to think about him, but I still do.

Thanks to Google, I still see a few photos of him.  And perhaps some of his writings.  I was also informed that he left his old job.  Good for him.  He deserves a better job than “swindling” businesses.

Oh well.  That’s it.  Last night, I wanted so bad to write this entry.  But now, I lost the momentum.