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일요일, 1월 04, 2009
Confused..
I simply dunno what i want anymore..

The yellow half-folded piece of post-it note that has the words 'rlagnlans@hanmail.net' neatly written on it..

rlagnlans..

He probably couldnt think of any other english word for his email account.

Except a string of letters that would only make sense if you type the exact keys in korean. 바보..

I am still feeling the same as the day i left.

Truth to be told, i cried thrice on that day.

At the airport, in the plane and even in the car on the way home.

I couldnt stop the tears.. and i still fail to do so.

Previously i had mentioned that waking up in the morning was the hardest. Allow me to take back my words..

Its tougher trying to occupy every single minute of the day so that my mind wun stray and bring back memories again.

010-7793-6411..

I surprise myself with the amazing rate at how tears well up at every single thought related to my life in korea.

나 왜그래..
아무것을 해도 행복해질 수가 없네.

Suddenly lost interest in most of the things i used to collect.. decided to clear up my room and dump everything non-korean. Yeah i think i kinda lost it too. *shrugs*


또 울어버렸다.. @ 11:00 AM