I Heard This Song and I Cried.

[If you can see this without boxes, then you're lucky, because your computer can read Korean characters]

만약에
태연 (소녀시대)

만약에 내가 간다면
내가 다가간다면
넌 어떻게 생각할까
용길 낼 수 없고

만약에 니가 간다면
니가 떠나간다면
널 어떻게 보내야 할지
자꾸 겁이 나는 걸

내가 바보 같아서
바라볼 수 밖에만
없는 건 아마도
외면할지도 모를
니 마음과 또 그래서
더 멀어질 사이가 될까봐
정말 바보 같아서
사랑한다 하지
못하는 건 아마도
만남 뒤에 기다리는 아픔에
슬픈 나날들이
두려워서인가봐

만약에 니가 온다면
니가 다가온다면
난 어떻게 해야만 할지
정말 알 수 없는 걸

내가 바보 같아서
바라볼 수 밖에만
없는 건 아마도
외면할지도 모를
니 마음과 또 그래서
더 멀어질 사이가 될까봐
정말 바보같아서
사랑한다 하지
못하는 건 아마도
만남 뒤에 기다리는 아픔에
슬픈 나날들이
두려워서인가봐

내가 바보 같아서
사랑한다 하지 못하는 건 아마도
만남 뒤에 기다리는 아픔에
슬픈 나날들이
두려워서인가봐

Photo #2: Aileen [Eugene Jeong]

Taken on the 21st of November, 2009

I always tell her she's pretty but she doesn't believe me. She tells me sorts of excuses, and humble statements like, "No, I'm stressed." When she smiles, she's like Tiffany of Girls' Generation. I've been teaching her for two months but it feels like I've known her for a long time. She tells me we have the same passion for food, and we both suffer from sudden appetencies, but it doesn't show because for two months that I've been having classes with her, she hasn't added a gram to her weight--or maybe she's good at hiding it. She doesn't feel upset about having an entire page covered with comments for improving her essays. She's open-minded about corrections and constructive criticisms and she's not hard-headed, compared to other students out there. She's good but she doesn't brag about it. She just lacks confidence in talking but with luck, I can make her talk more in the future. She has assertion; the kind that isn't easily manifested by a foreign language student. People may try to be assertive but they still give up anyway. As for her, she knows what she believes in and she doesn't easily concede. She values freedom and I think that's one of the qualities that I share with her. She likes to try new things and she doesn't get scared by the appearance of Filipino food. Sometimes, I'm afraid I might gross her out with the food that I give her, but she doesn't mind. In fact, she even likes most of it. She's one of the nicest and most intellectual students I've had. 

When will we ever stop laughing when we have a class Aileen? I hope we won't. 

This is so Cool

I came across this website and I got this. If you want to do crazy stuff on your pictures, you might want to try this. Have fun!

Photo of the Day

Taken last 24th of October, 2009

While everyone else was drinking booze at Metrowalk, or perhaps some may have gone home to savor the wee hours of the first weekend morning, I ate out with Jepoy [his Filipino name] and Evelyn in a not-so-popular Korean restaurant somewhere in Ortigas. Koreans do not normally eat meat without vegetables, so when we ate at Sarangbang, they served mixed vegetables in the absence of lettuce. It was a bummer though, since I was expecting the real Samgyeopsal, wrapped in green veggie leaves. Everyone, say hello to Pajori.

I took this photo using Jepoy's Nikon god-like camera, and thanks to its nifty features, I was able to capture the beauty of this dish even before Ebak [as I fondly call Evelyn] ate the whole lot. As I was writing this post, I felt fluids oozing out of my mouth. I feel like I haven't really eaten good food for years. Oh, god. Let me have some of this again. 

I got the steps in making Pajori from this site. You might want to do this for me this Christmas.   

1. Shred about 3 bunches of green onions to make 5 cups. Soak it in cold water.
2. In a large bowl, combine 1/4 cup soy sauce, 2 tbs hot pepper flakes, 2 ts sugar, 1 tbs sesame seeds, and 1 tbs sesame oil. Set it aside.
3. Drain the shredded green onion.
4. Add the green onion to the bowl and mix it with the sauce. Set aside. [What do you mean set aside?! I think the writer should have said something like "Enjoy"-Jing] 
   

There was a Little Girl

There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.

There Was a Little Girl
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Routine

I wake up.
Jump out of bed
and head for the sink.
I look at my face and tell myself,
"You're too beautiful for all this crap."
I eat, burp and thank heavens for food. 
I take a bath, get dressed and out the door 
I see people busy with the latest gabfest
They argue, laugh, and blabber some more
and I tell myself,
"You're too sensible for all this crap."
On the street, men walk past me, and look back
and mumble certain compliments which I'd 
rather take as indecent remarks
Get on a cab when I'm really late,
 or more frequently a jeep when I know
I'm gonna get on time before the bell rings
People keep on asking for my help
in passing their fares to the driver
and tell myself
"I'm too lazy for all this crap."
I get off, walk a few meters to the building
Do a little combing of my hair
Put on some more make up
Face my student for two hours
I laugh, talk some more and teach a bit
and I tell myself,
"I'm too absorbed to do all this crap."
I bid her goodbye, I'll see her around
Have lunch, sleep, do a little tattle-fest
Then talk on the phone
while talking I tell myself,
"I'm too asocial for all this crap."
I laugh, worry a little, sound a little too perky
then I smoke and I smoke some more
then I tell myself, 
"I'm too weak for this crap."
Work ends.
I get out of the building, with friends
head for the nearest cafe we could find
Talk more and eat more
My eyes are sore and my feet more banal than ever
and I tell myself
"I'm too jaded for all this crap."
I walk home, get on a jeep and walk again. 
I sit in front of the computer and play
Farmville. Harvest. Plow. Sow.
I hop into bed. 
Think a little
and tell myself
"I deserve more than just all this crap."
Then I realize, 
maybe all this crap is all I need to get by. 
-Jing

Well, what news do you want to have first?

Let's start with the good news.

The good news is, I'm blogging again. 

The bad news is: I'm still thinking of a good comeback entry.

Oh, wait. This is a good comeback entry. 

YES, I'LL BE WRITING AGAIN. ISN'T IT GREAT? ^^

[Special thanks to those who dropped by my blog, for inspiring me to write, again. I've been reminded of how wonderful it feels to hear the sound of my keyboard as it transpires into wonderful words.]