~♡~ Always loving ~♡~

I hope you say 'it is okay'

I hope you wait

I can't blame you for being not patient enough

You are young, and I am young

We are just as eager as flame,

To burn out everything, to get what we want.

 

Now, I stop and think

It may not have been the right way

There is a long way ahead,

There are many people surround,

Not just the two of us,

In this very world.

 

May you be good 'till the day I come

And may the day I come,

You are 'till there.

 

 

 

 

    It has been a good two months~

    Dad was upset when I told him that I were going back to Vietnam this summer. His strong opposition did not sway me for I knew well what I was about to do and what would be the consequences. And I am glad that I was right.

    This has been so far the best summer I ever had. (Well, to be fair, there are also many memorable summers before) But this one is different. Besides, having a lot of fun, meeting old friends, making new friends, I have learnt a lot as well. I found myself useful as I was able to use my skills and knowledge at work. I can't boost that I have done something really great, however, I can see for myself and show others what I can do, and reassure of what I will be able to do in the future. That is a good sign!

    Two months has also been an escape. Getting away to return to my own. It may sound weird but it is true. I was kind of lost living in Korea. I am lost in a culture which I have got used to after three and a half year.

 

  I could not remember that I ever had a bad cold like this. Blocked nose, sore throat in winter.

  It all started with a little uncomfortable feeling in the throat and boom, the next day the eyes turned bloody red, the nose stucked and the voice turned hoarse. I thought it was just a light cold but it took me down for five days. For the first time I can understand what it is like to be exhauted yet unable to sleep. I can go on and on with my suffering but I should not for my mom had always been around and tried her best to help me alleviating the ordeal. I am much luckier than any sick person in the world. ^.^

  Sickness suddenly reminds me of how precious life is. Living in a normal state, being able to breath every breath comfortably is indeed a blessing.

    Finally I got the result from my internship application. Didn't get it! Well, I just want to know the result without placing my hope too high. SK groups offered me a post last time and it is unlikely to offer me the second time. The employment prospect there is zero anyway. Actually the motive was just the money. This means that I can take a two month rest at home peacefully. My mom will not nag at me for missing an employment opportunity and I will not have to feel bad or regret because not trying. But dad will feel a little bit upset because he bought me a new coat for the interview (well, partly for the interview ^.^;)

 

    Too much has happened this year. Going home is like going back to the starting point. It is not exactly the same point that I have left. This is the new start of a new journey.

  

    

Like piece of glass hanging on a thin string

Like soap buble flying in the wind

So fragile...

 

I tried hard to hold back my tear while watching a short play call "지하철, 오늘도 달린다", which English translation means "The subway is still running today". What a weird title, i thought. The first scene began inside the subway, with people scattering around and a young lady, like every ordinary day, on her way home. And when she reached her empty apartment, it was all empty, dark and quiet. In the cold and lonely night, the memory of her ex-boyfriend came rushing back in her mind. He seemed so near, yet so far away. In the memory, the two figures struggling so hard to get close to each other.They walked pass, yet never were able to touch. The mixture of the good times they had had together appeared so clearly. Sadly, it was only the past and it was over. She packed up everything that reminded her of him and put away in the closet. She must move on, leaving the past behind, no matter how difficult it was. Like the running train, life goes on.

 

It has been days, but I am still living in such an emotional state. I would not do anything. I am so lost. It is unimaginable that I would be like that. Hopefully writing out these words will help bringing myself back to me.