시작~

나는 오늘부터 이 블로그를 통해 한국어 공부 추적을 시작할 것이다. 문법, 읽기, 보기, 어휘, 듣기, 말하기, 쓰기를 평가할 것이다. 매주 업데이트를 시도할 것이다. 내가 사용하고 있는 자원도 작성할 것이다.

M had a dream

I just think it was cute that he saw that in his head.

that time k took me to that june 4th vigil

one of the more memorable dates i've ever gone to is one where i was invited last-minute. i told k i was flying in that sunday in the summer of 2017 for the last leg of my work stint in hong kong. we met in march. it's been three months since.

i was already checked in at my hotel in wan chai and just finished a dip at the pool when he texted to ask if i landed yet. he said there was a big thing happening in victoria park, the june 4th vigil. "im going alone, it'll just be sitting around in this awful humid heat."

"not sure if you'll be interested," he said. i asked, "that's today?" "yea, i forgot it was today..." he told me sheepishly. "it's actually just remembering June 4th Tiananmen (a city square in Beijing) Massacre. and people hold candles and listen to people sing and say things."

"sure, we can go," i told him. "it might be boring, i will try to translate as much as i can," he said, still unsure how i felt about it. "it's cool, i wanna go," i insisted. we agreed to meet at the wan chai station at six. "you're the best," he told me. "and bring an umbrella."

i remember getting an automated travel advisory from mobility team about this. it said low risk, but mentioned i might encounter traffic-related concerns when going around CWB. for a sec, i contemplated whether it was ok to attend a political observance while on a business trip.

i told him i didnt have an umbrella. he brought me an extra one. we took the tram and joined the growing crowd in causeway bay. we were handed candles as we passed by. we sat on the grass, a random spot in one of the football pitches.

i watched all the candle lights, the buildings surrounding us, the people on-stage speaking fervid cantonese. he translated their stories for me.

it's been two years since. that time may be one of the vigil's last years.

Photo: Sam Tsang

came across this meme

I can totally relate.

All but two can't appreciate a good lingerie. I mean, the amount of money I spend on Brazilians and pretty underwear--these shit you do not ignore! (Both men happen to be Tauruses as well. Tauruses are so pure and easily fascinated. This is why I can never hate them.)

Dagitab

It’s not about letting go or moving on because they never really leave. They leave a void and you carry that void with you, always. It’s a matter of growing up; you just become a bigger person until that void doesn’t feel as big.