Category: essay
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Hello Spring, Sweet Spring
Poet Jeong Ho-seung once said he hung a wind chime at the eaves of his beloved’s heart after a temple visit. And if you hear the chime, know that it’s his heart reaching out. Even if the wind just makes it jingle, one might wonder, ‘Are they missing me?’ It’s an expression that perfectly captures…
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New Seasonal Drinks and the Heat
‘Midnight Bergamot Cold Brew is here…’ I’m usually an Americano-only kind of person, but last month, I randomly ordered Starbucks’ special drink, the Choux Cream Frappuccino with Panna Cotta, and it was so good that now I feel like I have to try every special drink that comes out. 🌟 Choux Cream Frappuccino with Panna…
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Rainy Streets and Umbrellas
In San Francisco, rain only comes during winter. Although they say it’s the rainy season, it hardly ever shows up. The day I arrived at San Francisco International Airport with my big duffel bag, it was raining. On my Uber ride downtown, the driver — who had lived in San Fran for over ten years…
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Starbucks and the Color Blindness Test Service
Starting April 1st this year, Starbucks began offering a color blindness test using paper cups to care for customers’ eye health.
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The Vanishing of the Date Line and Christmas Eve
A few winters ago, while crossing the date line heading to Australia, I lost Christmas Eve. I boarded the plane in San Francisco on the 23rd and landed in Sydney on the 25th. In my 2015, Christmas Eve disappeared without a trace, like the Tower of Babel. It felt unfair 😢.
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Brave Girls and Dried Pollack Chips
I don’t clap at karaoke unless someone truly deserves it. Even if people think I’m being a party pooper, I don’t care. I’m not generous when it comes to music. If you want my applause, don’t mess up the pitch. If the vocals don’t sync perfectly with the drumming or guitar strumming, it bugs me.…
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Pollock Skin Snacks and Flirting with Death
Glancing around, it seemed everyone had forgotten about my pollock incident, captivated instead by her steak saga. Someone even said it was like a Maupassant novel. But Maupassant wrote ‘Ball of Fat’…
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A Packed Week
While eating, one friend sent a photo from a Friday night gathering, and another shared a picture of a dinner prepared for her newly promoted husband. It didn’t look like she cooked it herself, but it seemed pretty convincing. If she had made it, it might not have looked as fancy. After finishing the macarons,…
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Revenge of the Robot Vacuum Cleaner
Anyway, I unpaired the old pencil from the iPad’s Bluetooth and connected the new one. The new pencil paired perfectly. I tried drawing with it. But it wasn’t fun at all. I couldn’t even draw properly.
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The Dawn of Spring
The worn-out Agatha Christie classic handed over at the checkout seemed to mock me, asking ‘Aren’t you a bit late?’ But I had read this book back in elementary school. Around that time, after devouring works by Conan Doyle, Maurice Leblanc, and Agatha Christie, as well as other authors like Gaston Leroux and Ellery Queen,…