Category: essay
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Yeouido and Tea: Simple Joys Behind the Hustle
While waiting with friends for the presentation to start, I noticed snacks and drinks set up next to the event hall. On a simple display draped with purple cloth sat unexpectedly luxurious snacks and tea, as my friends pointed out.
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Taming Sadness: A Contemplation on Life and Death
As I admired the year’s first cherry petals dancing in the wind, I received four consecutive funeral notices. A friend, sharing the same circle, also reached out, and we dressed up to pay our respects one by one. In the car, we set some simple rules, and at the venue, my friend placed flowers and…
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Experience is the Best Teacher: Elderly Wisdom on Removing Glue from Your Hands
A while back, the kitchen cabinet door fell off, and I had to use wood glue to fix it. Not being familiar with such tasks, I ended up with quite a bit of glue on my hands. No matter how hard I tried, soap just wouldn’t do the trick.
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Spring and Cherry Blossoms
Every morning, I’d check the temperature, yet couldn’t shed my coat. If the news announced spring had vanished forever, I’d almost believe them. Sure, it’d be sad if spring disappeared, but somewhere, some people have already lived that way.
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Cafes and Music
But since cafes partnered with streaming services for those ‘Perfect Cafe Playlist’ vibes, ‘Oh, this track!’ moments have almost vanished.
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AI and Umbrellas
My friend got a Google AI speaker as a gift and asked if I had any cool tips on how to make the most of it. It hit me that I bought one last year and had it stashed away in a corner.
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Comfort and Curses
This is kind of serious. I feel like doing nothing. Sure, I do what I need to do—like work—because I’m not irresponsible. But everything else feels like a chore. Friends, music, movies, cooking. I just don’t want to do anything. It’s not like I’m avoiding one thing to do another; I genuinely want to do…
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Tasty Spot: Jamsil Station Underground Chai Hong
At the end, there’s a place called Gourmet Bridge, a street full of restaurants. That’s where I ate because there were no more options further down. Inside, there are many eateries, but I chose Chai Hong. It sounds familiar, yet not quite. This place is a Chinese restaurant.
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Creamy Latte and a Dose of Chill
Happiness feels like it needs to be grand, ultimate joy, with others reacting like, ‘Wow, totally get it.’ If I share too casually and hear, ‘That’s it?’ my life might feel a bit lackluster.
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Chiang Mai’s Massage Adventure (2/2)
When she reached my cervical spine, she switched to her hands. I thought I was saved because hands are weaker than knees, but my neck was weaker than my torso. Her grip was stronger than her feet.