Category: essay
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How Much Can You Eat?
It seemed impossible to finish all that bread, but she ate it plain, toasted with mayo, or drizzled with honey, and within minutes, she had really devoured it all!
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Fandom Passion
Personally, I’m not really cut out for the whole fandom thing. My focus isn’t great and I’m not persistent. Sure, I like things, but focusing intently on them isn’t my strong suit.
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I Like It Light
Anyway, I carried it around for a few days, and it felt like the weight of my bag had doubled. Walking around with the bag felt like I was a slave to the bag or just a transport for the pouch, with no sense of ownership.
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Sad Cafe
The Sad Cafe in this song refers to a music cafe called Troubadour in Santa Monica, L.A., where Don Henley and Glenn Frey met in their early days before forming the Eagles. Back when I frequently listened to the song, I often thought, ‘When I visit L.A., I must check out Troubadour.’ But as time…
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Stolen Autumn
In 2015, Christmas Eve was snatched away from me. I boarded a flight to Australia from San Francisco on December 23, and the International Date Line stole that year’s Christmas Eve from me. As a result, 2015 was devoid of Christmas Eve tree-lighting ceremonies and the fireworks at Darling Harbour.
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The Ultimate Way to Cook Paldo Jjajangmyeon Deliciously
I was a bit taken aback. It seems no matter how much effort you put into cooking the contents of the package, it wonβt be the best it can be without additional ingredients. I have to prepare cooking oil, chili peppers, oyster sauce, and roasted soybean powder myself? Chef Lee, why not just suggest making…
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Why Do You Need an ID for Domestic Flights?
She looked at me, expecting luggage, but I signaled no. We had a moment of understanding. She told me to get a resident registration copy from the kiosk behind. When I asked how she knew, she sighed, βIt happens over ten times a day.β Ignoring her judgment, I headed to the kiosk.
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Neck Tattoo
Neck tattoos remind me of a female lawyer I worked with a few years back. With her super short hair, her neck tattoo of a heart character was always visible in the elevator.
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Tidying Up
Around this time of year, I had to wrap up my life in San Francisco to head back to Seoul. π Tidying up meant tackling endless tasks I never anticipated. I arranged to disconnect the internet, electricity, and gas through different services for my departure day. I met the sweet landlady, whom I last saw…
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Shall We Live Today Once More?
Being outside the space where musicians resonate, then stepping in and layering your guitar sound over the groove created by various sessions β how exhilarating must that have been! Thump, thump, your heart pounding louder than the drums, feeling the sound not just in your ears but through your entire body. And the resonating musicians…