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Verified Sighting

Hey Bubbles, So that familiar feeling I mentioned in "To see or not to see",  well it was dead on point.  I did see someone I would rather not have seen. I know that for sure becuase I saw them again today; had my glasses on we had parallel although opposite paths; and the bookbag was the same bookbag that I saw riding on the bike rider's back [I like weird looking bookbags]. But Zayum, why?! Now that I have resolved certain privacy issues I feel more at ease discussing this unwarranted appearance before the existence that is currently my life. So I saw a familiar face that I thought was long gone. I wanted to verify weather or not it was a similar face or that familiar face so I sought the current occupation of that person and clicked a link to LinkedIn. Now at this pont it ran through my head that I may be logged in to LinkedIn and if so this person would know that I visited their profile (I know this sounds stalker-ish, but hear me out). For some dumb reason I let...

Falling feelings

Its getting colder outside with a heat flare every once in a while. Rain too falls heavily once in a while and some times daily. But its obvious its falling season. The temperature falls, leaves fall, rain falls, people too fall (cause its slippery  outside). Ah but emotions too fall. Falling feelings nestle into hearts and minds and homes. The cold feeling freeze extremities as well as the center. Hot chocolate, warm pastries and just brewed coffee; none of these can fight the cold. People hibernate in their individual spaces leaving their idle minds and hearts to fall prey to the falling feelings. They eat at what you believe what you love what binds you to other people and try to disassemble what binds you with Him.  The falling feelings make it so that even though its freezing, entropy is at its best. It is not something that must happen. You can enjoy the falling temperatures, the falling rain, the falling leaves, and at least find humor in falling without housing fallin...
Hey bubblies, I feel so negative at times, yes even though I call you (the readers) bubblies, I am not bubbly all the time. Like now TYB

To see or not to see

UHM... So yesterday I think saw someone I didn't want to see; someone I thought would be long gone from my hemisphere. I didn't confirm the identity, but the familiar felling lurked about me like an eager dog. plus deductively if that person where still within this area, that is the most logical place to have seen them. So today I didn't see someone I wanted to see; someone who I intentionally try not to talk to because well: I am afraid I'm as clear as a newly purchased DWR Victoria Ghost Chair. Alas, life sent a recall in the form of exams and tings,... So I bid thee good day, until the next day. TYB

Nostalgia hits home in a UNIV100 paper

Yvette B.Tamukong. That is what my birth certificate reads. However, I have been called many other names in the few years my cells have been going through mitosis. Some of these words are medical, insulting, complementing and, of course, nicknames. I was called an embryo, a baby, a child, a pre-teen, a teen, an adolescent and, at last, an adult. I do not really think the term adult should be applied based on medical terms. An adult is someone who is responsible for themselves and is capable, if needed, of caring for another. As of now I do not believe myself to have met those conditions. So this the story of how I got so many names. I was born to Joseph and Florence T on the evening of monday, May *1, 19** in a providence called Wum. I was their first biological child together. Joseph had two children from a previous marriage: both boys. Gerald and Edwin are their names. Gerald is the eldest. And then there was Nadine. She is, in actuality, my cousin on my mothers side who was adopt...

A ravishing journey into fairy tale land

Hey bubblies, I took an expected trip through the net today and happened to lay eyes on this hopelessly romantic paragraph. I wanted to share with all, singletons and attached both.  Relax your facial muscles because  the following is sure to put a smile on your face! I’m often perceived as visually “put-together” or styled in a way that is unapproachable and untouchable. Here I was, blessed with the very real possibility of my first second date in over a year and a half and goshdarnit I wanted to be touchable! I wanted to have shaken-out hair that I could casually flip and tuck behind one ear as I leaned in for a conspiratorial chuckle at some shared observation, and maybe it would fall from behind my ear and my date would reach out and tuck it back again and just then a bluebird would flutter in and land on my outstretched index finger and the bluebird and I would sing a lovely duet and then my date would join in on the third verse and I would wonder how he knew the so...

Loose hands, Empty pockets

I hate myself for always losing things. I have lost over $2000 worth of merchandize from cameras to phones to clothes to actual money. $100 $20 Canon camera Some brand phone Canon camera Neck pillow Armani exchange glasses Iphone 4 tiny dainty gold rings Pashmina scarf Leather Jacket 500,000 won Jean Shirt A lot of water bottles A lot of earrings Lg phone vintage finger cuff Korean pen Striped cardigan Iphone 5s Medicated spectacles Samsung galaxy 3 I am sick and tired of this. I absolutely hate that things that I worked hard to get or that my friends and family especially thought I would appreciate or make good use of.  Its like oil is pouring down and nothing I do can hold the oil for a long time. I come up with plans and daily habits that should help me keep all my possessions in my possession.but on day i fail and it just slips out of my hands and into to storm drain that I am standing on never to be retrieved again. It like that my whole life. th...

Four letter word/feeling/ emotion/illusion that everyone is addicted to

์‚ฌ๋ž‘์ด๊ฐ€ ์ฐธ ๋”๋Ÿฌ์›Œ์š”. Love is so dirty. Everybody craves it; everybody has received it; everybody has given it; sometimes there's a giving but there's never receiving and sometimes it's not reciprocated. That's how love is: multifaceted. And sometimes with the giving but not receiving it's not always that there isn't a mutual love it's just different languages. As in I understand love is this and I expect you to do this and I expect you to say this and you see love as saying this love is doing this and love is just sometimes unspoken. Sometimes one just feels as if love is articulated by the carbon and oxygen atoms that once inhabited our bodies forgetting that they to are preoccupied with their own electric relationships to bother with ours, yours, and theirs. Love is just like english: its different depending on which country you are in or even where your english tutor is from. In other words love is different depending on who ...

New reading trends.

Hi bubblies, I think TYB suddenly got a bunch of new bubblies, or maybe a few  really steadfast bubblies. Anyways, I just want to be accountable for the words I am to spill onto this screen: I'll write once a month minimum; I'll create a schedule to help me sail through the net year because ts mighty packed. I'll exercise my faith diligently by working hand in hand with God; I will minimize my feelings of incompetency, jealousy, lust, revenge, and self-pity. Keep me accountable. I'll try my best to do so myself. its been weightless, see you next time. TYB

A phone

So I have a tale to tell. I have been without mobile device for long a time and lived to tell about it. It all started on a warm Tuesday evening. April 8 2014 to be exact. My classmates and I were in the process of executing a Chinese fire drill,  when my phone fell, sliding under the car as I was trying to occupy the front passenger seat. Scared,  I quickly grasped at it praying the light didn't turn green. The people in the car behind us laughed as I scrambled for it... and finally got it within the confines of my hand. Phew. My classmates and I thought to go have lunch at Chipotle and we did. Before we went into the store I was torn between taking my phone or not. You see my phone was almost out of battery. On one hand I thought it was pointless carrying around a dead phone but then maybe I should take it. (I don't know why I did that because it's not like I wanted to charge it.  I know that because I did not take the charger.)  Very regretful decision. I only...

Roommate

I didn't look forward to it but I didn't hate it either. Having another being share my room with me was something I had lived with all my life save the last few months. Then one day I came home and the airy feel of my room was diminished: the open empty  space under my bed that filtered light in was darkened by storage bins; my organized  loosely packed closet was blessed with many a box. I thought perhaps my mother had thought my room could serve as storage for some inexplicable reason and I would reason explicably with her. Then  explicable realization- my aunt had said she'd be coming over to d tayfor quite a while. Since I was in school, I left home early and cameback late. And it just so happened that my aunt was working nights and sleeping days. So we never saw each other for three good days. When she did see me, she seemed angry put off and some of what she was feeling was directed at me. I came in said hi, I mean cuz I already knew she was in the house and I wa...

A day of solace

I have had a really good day today. At some points I felt bad then good then bad then good again. I was upset that what I wanted was given to someone else. Then I realized I had not asked whilst this other person had. Then I imagined that I would be ostracized for the duration. But, with just  few words from someone, I resolved to revel in solitude as opposed to loneliness. I enjoyed the movie. I can honestly say this. I also enjoyed dinner; though I must add that perhaps I was overbearing with the outgoingness or in trying to be fun/funny. I was just like the white tall guy in "think like a man too." Only thing is I am his opposite: black short girl. Yes, even though some may find it taboo to refer to black and white as opposites The whole day just led me to think of  picture that got my attention today... Cheers to your bubbles TYB
Hi bubblies, I've been gone for very long I realize. my writing skills may diminish if I do not consciously cultivate them. My art abilities too. Actually, all skills are bound to deteriorate if not practiced daily just as our limbs deteriorate if they are not used often enough. I'll be back i have to go talk to Sangmin sunbae! Well wasn't I gone for a long time. LS (laugh silently[ I am trying to make this happen lol ls]  TYB

์ง€๋‚œ ์ฃผ๋ง์—

์ด๋ฒณ ํƒ€๋ฌด์ฝฉ ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด ์ˆ˜ํ•„ 1 2014๋…„ 03์›” 04์ผ  ๋ถ€๋ชจ๋‹˜๊ป˜ ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€ ์ž˜ ์ง€๋‚ด์‹œ์ฃ ? ์ง€๋‚œ์ฃผ๋ง์—๋„ ์ž˜ ์ง€๋‚ด์…จ์ง€์š”? ์—ฌ๊ธฐ๋Š” ๋‚ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋‹ฌ๋ผ์š”. ์ง€๋‚œ ์ฃผ๋ง์—๋Š” ์ฃผ๋ง์ด ๋งค์šฐ ๊ธธ์—ˆ์–ด์š”.์ดํ‹€์ด๋‚˜ ํ•™๊ต๊ฐ€ ๋ฌธ์„ ์•ˆ ์—ด์—ˆ์˜ค์š”. ์‹ ์–‘๋ฉด ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋งŽ์ด ์™”๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด์—์š”. ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•œ ๋‚  ์ด์—ˆ์–ด์š”. ํ•™๊ต๊ฐ€ ์ฃผ๋ง์— ์ €๋… ์ผ์ฐ ๋‹ซ์•˜์–ด์š”. ํ•™์ƒ๋“ค์€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ์–ด์š”: "์ด์ƒํ•ด, ๋ˆˆ์ด ์•„์ง๋„ ์•ˆ ์™”์–ด์š”.  ํ•™๊ต๊ฐ€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ฌธ ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ๋‹ซ์œผ๋ฉด ๋ฌธ์ด ์ง„์งœ ๋งŽ์ด์˜ฌ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”." ์ €๋Š” ํ–‰๋ณตํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ์‰ฌ๋‚œ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ๋งŽ์ด ์ƒ๊ฒผ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ๊ธˆ์š”์ผ์— ์‹œํ—˜ ๋ด์•ผ ใ…Ž ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋žฌ์–ด ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ์–ด์š”, "๋ชฉ์š”์ผ์•  ๊ฒ…๋ถ€๋ฅผ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•ด์š”." ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ต์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ์ด๋ฉ”์ผ์„ ๋ณด๋‚ด์…จ์–ด์š” "์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ๋ถ„ ์ด๋ฒˆ ๊ธˆ์š”์ผ๋‚  ์‹œํ—˜์„ ๋ณด์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ๋Œ€์‹  ๋‹ค์Œ์ฃผ์— ๋ณผ๊ป˜์š”." ์ „ ์ด๊ฒƒ์„ ์‹ซ์–ดํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ์™œ๋ƒํ•˜๋ฉด ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋‚ด์šฉ์„ ๊ณต๋ถ€ํ•ด์•ผํ•ด์š”.  ๋ชฉ์š”์ผ์— ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์„œ ์ด๋ฅผ ๋‹ฆ๊ณ  ์•„์นจ ์‹์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ํ•˜๊ฑฐ ์นจ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ”์–ด์š”. ์นจ๋Œ€์—์„œ ์Šค๋งˆํŠธํฐ ์œผ๋กœ ์ด ์˜ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋งŽ์ด ๋ดค์–ด์š”. ๋ฐฐ๊ฐ€ ๊ณ ํ”„๋ฉด์„œ ๋ถ€์—Œ์— ๊ฐ€์„œ ๊ณผ์ผ๊ณผ ๊ณผ์ž๋ฅผ ์นจ๋Œ€๋กœ ๊ฐ€์ ธ๊ฐ”์–ด์š”. ์ž ๊น ์ž ๊น ์˜ํ™” ๋ณด๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฉˆ์ท„์–ด์š”. ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ์„œ ๋ฐฉ์„ ์ฒญ์†Œ ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ์ž ๊น๋™์•ˆ ๋ฐฉ์„ ์ฒญ์†Œ ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋†€์•˜์–ด์š”. ๊ธˆ์š”์ผ์—๋Š” ์ผ์ฐ ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋‚  ๋„ ํ•™๊ต๊ฐ€ ๋‹ซ์•˜์–ด์š”. ์ด๋ฉ”์ผ์„ ์ฝ๊ณ  ์žค์–ด์š”. ์ œ ์นœ๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ์ „ํ™”ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. "์˜ค๋Š˜ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ™์ด ๋†€๊นŒ์š”?" ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ์–ด์š”: "๋‹น๊ทผ!" ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์•ฝ์†ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ๋ญํ•ด ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์ธ์ƒ์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด  ์ƒ๊ฐ ๋งŽ์ด ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ๋ณดํ†ต ๊ทน์ค‘ ๊ฐ™์€ ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด์—ˆ์–ด์š”. ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ ๋‚˜์™”์–ด์š”. "๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์š”?" "์‘." ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ํ•  ๋จธ๋‹ˆ๋„ ์ €์—๊ฒŒ ๋ชฐ์–ด๋ดค์–ด์š”: "์ด๋ฒณ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ๋‹ˆ? ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€๋ฐ." ๋˜ ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ ๋˜ ์™€์„œ ์ œ ์•ž์— ์•‰์•„์„œ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋ณด๊ณ  "๋ฌธ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์–ด์š”?" ๋งํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ๊ฐ™์ด ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ๊ป˜์„œ ์ € ๋งŽ์ด ๋„์™€์ฃผ์…”์„œ ๊ณ ๋งˆ์› ์–ด์š” ์ด๋ฒณ ์˜ฌ๋ฆผ

Kora letter: ์˜ค๋Š˜ ์ œ ์ž๋ฆผ์ƒˆ.

์ด๋ฒณ ํƒ€๋ฌด์ฝฉ ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด ์ˆ˜ํ•„ 1 2014๋…„ 03์›” 04์ผ ์™€, ๋ˆˆ์ด ์™€์š”. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์˜ˆ๋ป์š”. ๋ชจ๋‘ ํฐ์ƒ‰์ด๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๊ฒฝ์น˜๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์˜ˆ๋ป์š”.๋‚˜๋Š” ์˜ˆ์˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ์ถ”์šธ๊ฑฐ์—์š”. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•œ ์˜ท์„ ์ž…๊ฒ ์–ด์š”. ๋‘๊บผ์šด ์˜ท์„ ์ž…์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ๋Œ€์‹  ์–‡๊ฒŒ ์˜ท์„ ๋งŽ์ด ์ž…๊ฒ ์–ด์š”. ์–‡์€ ์˜ท์„์œ ๋กœ๊ฒน ์ž…๊ฒ ์–ด์š”. ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋”์šด ๋ฐฉ์— ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€๋ฉด ์˜ท ๋ช‡๊ฒน์„ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋ฒ—์–ด์š”.  ๊นŒ๋งŒ์ƒ‰ ์˜ท์€ ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์—„์ˆ™ํ•ด์š”. ์ €๋Š” ์˜…์€ ์ƒ‰์„ ์ œ์ผ ์ข‹์•„ํ•ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•˜๋ฃจ ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ฐ€๋งŒ ์“ธ ์‹ ๋ฐœ๋ฅผ ์‹ ๊ฒ ์–ด์š”. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์–ด๋–ค ์‹ ๋ฐœ์„ ์‹ ์„ ๊นŒ์š”? ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์ œ์ผ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ถ€์ธ ๋‚˜ ํŽธํ•œ ์žฅํ™”๋ฅผ ์‹ ์„ ๊นŒ์š”? ์•Œ์•˜์–ด์š”! ์–ด์ œ ์‚ฐ๊ตฌ๋‘๋ฅผ ์‹ ๊ฒ ์–ด. ๊ทธ ๊ตฌ๋‘๋ฅผ ์‹ ๊ณ  ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•œ ๊นŒ๋งŒ์ƒ‰ ๋ ˆ๊น…์Šค๋ฅผ ์ž…๊ฒ ์–ด์š”. ํšŒ์ƒ‰ ๋ ˆ๊น…์Šค๋ฅผ ์ž…๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€๋งŒ ๋”๋Ÿฌ์› ์–ด์š”. ์ €๋Š” ๋นจ๋ž˜ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์žŠ์–ด๋ฒ„๋ ธ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋žฌ์–ด ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊นŒ๋งŒ์ƒ‰ ๋ ˆ๊น…์Šค๋ฅผ ์ž…์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ์—์š”. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์—ฐ์–ด์ƒ‰ ํƒฑํฌํƒ‘๊ณผ ํ•˜๋Š˜์ƒ‰ ์ฒญ๋‚จ๋ฐฉ์„ ์ž…์„๊ฒŒ์š”. ํ•˜๋Š˜์ƒ‰ ์ฒญ๋‚จ๋ฐฉ์ด ์—„์ฒญ๊ท€์—ฌ์›Œ์š”. ๊ทธ ์ฒญ๋‚จ๋ฐฉ์˜ ๋ฒ„ํŠผ๋“ค์€ ๊ธˆ์ƒ‰์ด์—์š” ๊ฐ€๋””๊ฑด๋„ ์ž…์„๊ฒŒ์š”. ๋ฒ ์ด์ง€์ƒ‰ ๊ฐ€๋””๊ฑด์€ ์ฒญ๋‚จ๋ฐฉ ์œ„์— ์ž…์„๊ฑฐ์—์š”. ๊ทธ ๋‹ค์Œ์— ๋ฐ˜์ง์ด๋Š” ๋ฏผํŠธ์ƒ‰ ๋ชฉ๊ฑธ์ด ํ• ๊ฒŒ์š”. ๊ท€์—๋Š” ํ•˜์–€์ƒ‰ ์›ํ˜• ์Šคํ„ฐ๋“œ ๊ท€๊ฑธ์ด๋ฅผ ํ• ๊ป˜์š”. ์™ธํˆฌ๋กœ๋Š” ํŒจ๋”ฉ์„ ์ž…์„ ๊ฑฐ์—์š”. ์ดˆ๋ก๊ฐ™์€ ํšŒ์ƒ‰ ํ—ค๋”ฉ ์ด์—์š”. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ ํ›„ ์—ฐํ•œ ๋ถ„ํ™์ƒ‰ ๋ชฉ๋„๋ฅด๋ฅผ ํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ฐ™์€ ์ƒ‰ ๋ชจ์ž๋ฅผ ์“ธ๊ฑฐ์—์š”. ์˜ค๋Š˜ ์ž…์„ ์ฐจ๋ฆผ์ƒˆ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ณจ๋ž์–ด์š”. ์ฐจ๋ฆผ์ƒˆ ๊ณจ๋ผ์„œ ์ƒค์™€๋ฅผ ํ• ๊ฑฐ์—์š”.