It seems like every time I'm back on this blog, somebody has died. It's true — my colleague is dead. But contrary to what we all thought, it wasn't the cancer that killed her — not directly. She passed away after taken off life-support, which she needed because of the cardiac arrest's side effect that occured after she choked on food. She choked on food easily because of the cancer. I didn't feel much honestly, when I first received the news. Was it too sudden? Was it because I expected it because of how unwell she seemed to be from the sliver of information we were able to get occasionally from her husband? Maybe it just didn't feel real until I actually stood before her altar at the funeral, and I cried as I lit an incense stick for her (and burnt my self a little in the process 'cause I didn't notice the other incense sticks — noob). I think it's the first time I've ever been at a funeral of someone I directly and frequently interacted...
;___; OH MY 天! Like, I can FINALLY blog. Bottling thoughts up is no good - it can make you crazy. -nods- Or so I assume. Well, anyway, you still get to use nice layouts even if high-tech Wordpress is not the system. God, I miss my wordpress. ;;__;; I mean, which idiot will choose Blogger?! Apparantly, me. Anyway...After a weekend with no computer usage, I've got my hands on some tasty cookies, tasty books (wait, what!?) and tasty songs!!!! Eheh. I also got to see some MVs (OLIVIA's "a little pain" and Tainaka Sachi's "disillusion"). Criticisms later. Let's see why I decided to use Blogger: 1. Do I look like I have a host?! 2. "Hey...This blog's already skinned!" 3. The attention-seeking, can't-wait-to-criticise, wants-to-advertise-anime part of me is KILLING MY SANITY! Right. ----------- disillusion MV - Tainaka Sachi ( http://youtube.com/watch?v=v2yM7nLP8DQ ) Enlighten me, what have a desert got to do with...y...
The rain poured and then...it stopped. Usually it would pour and then next thing you know the temperature's back to being uncomfortably warm. But tonight, the presence of the rain from before lingers and while it may not be Winter, the cold is still quite chilling to the bones. And there's no wind blowing. Nothing. It really feels foreign, literally. This stillness and atmosphere reminds me of hotels so quiet that it makes me wonder now if there were other guests there at all. Looks like all that Haruki Murakami reading paid off. My post sounds so novel-ish! I hope I can remember what I what to say. So. I have an unnie which I usually (affectionately/out of knowing her) address as "이상한 언니" (Weird Older Sister in Korean), due to her weird habits and thinking. Not downright wacko, but unusual. I guess you can say it might actually be a good thing since it's called "creativity" when you think "out of the box", but there are things like common cour...
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