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Do What You Wanna Do

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 I will start with asking a question  Do you have a dream?  If your answer is yes, lucky you. Keep it on.  If your answer is no, good for you. You have more possibility to discover and more chance to explore.  The answer is not a problem. What matters is, whether you are sure about it. Aren’t you just ignoring your inner desire and passion because you are afraid of failure and other’s judgment? Or aren’t you unconsciously restricting yourself by thinking ‘I am not good enough’ or ‘I don’t fit’ even before you actually go for it?  Today, let me tell you a little secret about doing what you wanna do. It is always near us, but people usually fail to discover it because they are so much used to it. But I guarantee you that once you find it out and learn how to deal with it, you will meet your turning point of life.  I will start with a typical story of a typical girl.  This girl was good at studying and usually received good grades from the school. Many peo

This I believe : Free-draw

  I believe in the power of scribbling. “Youth is just like a white sheath of paper, so life changes depending on the picture you draw on it.” This is one of the most memorable sentences in my life which made a profound impression. Maybe this sentence should is the reason why my heart still goes pit-a-pat when I have a blank sheath of paper in front of me. All of those scratch papers and notes I’ve left last as fragments of my life.   The history of my scribbling has its origin in writing diaries. Just like the rest of the Korean students, I wrote my first diary as elementary school vacation homework. As I grow older, I started to write my own diary. I liked it because at the moment I let my pencil dance over the white, blank piece of paper, I could be free and sincere. I wrote some memorable events of the day, colorful feeling and plans for the future. I wrote sayings, poems, and lyrics that were sometimes made on my own, and sometimes by others. Since I was and still is a type o

Metafiction essay: Oh my God

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  The lights went on, and REC sign appears on the small screens of camcorders all around. In the center, there were people with rock-faces sitting together in a roundtable. The person in the black suit and a bow tie, who must be a chairperson of this world-most popular talk show KFS, cleared his throat gently to make a beginning of the show. He started talking with his big artificial smile on his face.    "While many people believe in the existence of the god, others don’t. The debate between those two groups, which has been continued for millions of years, doesn’t seem to end. One group constantly doubts the existence of god while the other group serves god as their priority. Then what is the reasonable point that each group can argue? Now, we will like to have a panel discussion about this issue with our guests. Who will like to begin?"   There was an awkward silence. Panels never gave eyes to each other, busy  looking up at void or paper in front of them. It seemed l

Relay Writing: In the future...

In the future, I will be a person who I can’t even imagine. The reason why I can’t imagine my future is because everything is in constant flux. The world will change and I will change even after a few minutes or seconds. This makes the life unpredictable and at the same time, it is the part that actually makes my life to be opened to numerous opportunities and possibilities. So I can dream whatever I want and freely imagine how future me will be like. I will grow and get away from the nest which no longer fits my grown body. I will go to the place with more strangers and more things to learn. However, this uncertainty always leads me to think about the dark parts, even about the existence of my future. Maybe I will fail to get away from the old nest and get stuck forever. Maybe my life allowed by God is so short that I will no more be able to exist in the world several hours later. I will change into a dust, reintegrated to nature, and follow the rule of the nature waiting for the re-

Arkangel; is it really an angel?

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“nothing in the world is purely dangerous(or harmful)”  From armed killer to a teacher meeting, there are many kinds of “dangers” we can encounter in our daily lives. In KMLA, because of its own background, we are actually encountering many different life-threatening situations in every single moment. While climbing up or running down those stairs, if we lose our footing, we will roll down and broke our neck. There are always great possibilities for us to meet those situations, however, are these dangers should always be the things we should always avoid? Or, can we do that in the very first place?  In the episode, mother of Sarah didn’t want any single dangers or threats to enter her daughter’s nerve, so she used the system named ‘Arkangel’, which has the role of blocking every auditory and visual sense of “harmful” contents from the person. This finally leads to the breakdown of the relationship between her and her mother, and through the episode, I found out two big

Faded

 I remember the day I let you go. Dazzling sunlight was wetting the high summer sky as usual. Perfect weather, can’t get better, I thought. Everything was just as usual. Kids were running around the small park to catch colorful balloons, flying high up to the blue sky. People were chattering in many different voices about everyday issues. Among them, I didn’t know what to do. I tried to avoid thinking about you, but couldn’t stop tears keep running down my face. You are no longer here next to me, but the world kept on going just as usual.  I remember the day I’ve first met you. It was one summer night, and you call me and asked if I can meet for a while. You and me, we had been just good friends. Even though we knew that we were caring for each other more than just friend, I couldn’t easily show it to you. I was afraid of the fact that someday, I should let you go. However, you were braver than I was. You told me your heart, and I was happy to say yes. Under the black summer night

Nostalgia of GLPS

Found some postings I've uploaded during GLPS about 5 years ago. Those writings are absolute disaster, but I don't really want to erase those. My experience of GLPS is one of the most precious things in my life, because it made me to wish to enter KMLA for the first time. I can't even remember those names which should be familiar then. However, I still have that feeling... Miss, the past I wish I could call their name again before the end of my life :) +to be surprised, I found there are Mr. Tweedie's comments on my past postings. God I feel odd...