"When Randomnosity Strikes..."

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I love saying this word even though it doesn't make any sense.
it makes my tongue tickle. whenever i'm bored sitting in my room alone, wandering off in Wonderland to find everybody gone, i'll just lie down in bed with my feet leaned upon the wall and stare at the sky through my window and say those words over and over again.
The more i say it, the more i want to say it.

That is all,
-Issa

Ouch!

My eye hurts. I forgot to buy those water droplets again. I stopped by 7-Eleven to find Veets and this other important stuff i wanted to buy but i forgot. so i bought lotsa junkies instead and only remembered when i logged on to my blog. darn it-.-"
-Issa

“It is difficult, when faced with a situation you cannot control, to admit you can do nothing.” ― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

me and my twin both are avid readers of Lemony Snicket's "A Series Of Unfortunate Events" because of the authors unique and interesting way of pulling the readers' interest with his mysterious techniques on how to make us stick 'till the 13th book. All he did was warned us that it wasn't 'A Happy Ending'. Easy right? well, as the watch of the 12th book "THE PENULTIMATE PERIL" alarmed when it struck 12 o'clock, WRONG! it is simply difficult to do that and yet, this author knows just when to slot in that warning in the perfect timing of the book. I gotta say,well played mr. Snicket.I admire him for his smart quotes that leaves you a mark no matter how confusing it is but you just couldn't help but admire it for being very interesting and one of a kind like "The moral of Snow White is never eat apples". Also, noticed how he likes to take black and white pictures without revealing his face?that's what i loved most about. he's one very mysterious man with lots of secrets, lots of dangerous secrets that once you find out, you yourself can't get out of the situations. ooo,gives you the chill,ain't it?

"Well-read people are less likely to be evil"

 But i have just found out that Lemony Snicket was only his pen name. His real name was Daniel Handler (and he's not dead yet, YAY:D) 

He's playing a melodeum *BIGGRIN*

he was born on 28th February (just 3 days after mine:D) 1970. Good thing he's still writing. I'm still hoping on meeting him and ask him for a signature on a book i currently posessed right now. It's interesting though, the way i get that book, i'll get back to you on that on other posts. After finally seeing his face, i was abit...taken aback. Well, i was expecting older but seeing him quite young but able to write such fantastic books had made me realize how amazing he is and made me respect him more and more. I wish i could read his other books. I'll try my best to possess all his work, there's this book called "The Beatrice Letters". Only did i discovered this book when i was researching bout him and found out it was published in between his 13th and last book.

It was said to be connected to the 13th book. That's when i realized i had missed out something important amidst finishing the book. The first book had already left me struck on the name Beatrice but all i could figure out was she was the late lover of Lemony Snicket and she was murdered(?) by Count Olaf but after i almost reached the last book, Beatrice was once again a question mark for she was more than a credit,she was part of the character too, which means Lemony Snicket was involved as well.It was proved in the 7th book "THE VILE VILLAGE" where they came across Lemony Snicket's brother but soon killed by the villagers for being mistakin with Olaf with such believable disguise and the 12th and 13th book, "THE PENULTIMATE PERIL" and "THE END" where they came across Lemony Snickets' pregnant sister who died at the end of the book as well after being shot with a harpoon gun but thank goodness the baby was born. The ending had left the deepest meaning when the baby is said to mention the Bauldelaire's mother's name. "Beatrice". up until now, i still don't know where the sugar bowl is, or whether their parents are really dead or alive, or if the Quagmire triplets and Hector is safe up in the air, or what happens to the bearded man with no hair and the hairy woman with no beard, all is unsolved.And yet, like all the other books, another series was left with as what Lemony Snicket had mentioned, "Solved a mystery to unveil more unsolved mysteries"
-Issa

"이제 노래를 불러줄게~~" - 선물할게,옥상달빛

I just found out the name of this instrument:DDD *BIGGRIN*. It's called 'Melodica'. I have been searching for the names for so long. Korean indie musicians use this instrument a lot and it gives off the type of French street musicians where they play by the Eiffel Tower or the Louvre with their guitar case open and people would throw in a penny or a dollar. That kinda vibe makes me feel like a traveller sort of journal theme song.I wanna learn how to play this instrument.I read in this article where the title says something like "Musical Instruments Indie Should Stay Away From" and this was one of the instruments,and the reason was stupid. It was "You Look Stupid Playing Them". -.-' seriously, sue me for wearing pants because i'm a girl.Can't they find a better reason to count this in? I don't give a damn of what that BS article says. I think it's cool and the the more colourful they are, the cuter they seem to me:D wish i could be a traveller and a street musician. If i was there right now and watching the street musicians singing while playing their guitar and melodica, singing happily with all the people around them smiling, enjoying free music, i would give them 50 bucks:)

-Issa

After Much Shitload(s) Of Suffering...

I know how insignificant this story is for it has to go on for 3 posts cause' this story seems to not have an end to it and i myself couldn't bring up the courage to why i didn't mention my own reason of suffering because it is too absurd that even i myself couldn't help but think how absurd it is to the point where i keep telling myself to stop getting hurt by such absurd reasons but we, humans,known taxonomically as Homo sapiens, Latin for "wise man" or "knowing man"(Again, i Google-d that up to make this post dramatic) always have this indeniable feeling whereby we do not want to feel hurt by it, but no matter how much we want to demolish the pain, we can't help but feel it, because it just couldn't be helped. And i was being indenial right now to stop myself from getting those feelings for i know myself and i know what i'm capable of when i let my anger take over me. As i was suppose to be saying, after much,much anger hidden and held by my clenching teeth and my tight face with an earphone still stuck on the left side of my ear, i finally brought up the courage to ask my mum about those matters. About why, i couldn't be satisfied with the reason if it wasn't for my mum, and like humans, we have regrets. And i, too regret that i had hurt my mum's feelings with such small seemingly-meaningless words but deep and full of thorns in my mum's heart. Because, after listening to my mum's reason, i came to realize how sharp my blade of words were to my mum, because her reason was just out of mother's instinct and concern for their child. Just like any other mother would do if they see their daughter being so fatigue even under the situation where she needed me the most, she sacrificed herself for me. Come to think of it, she sacrificed a lot for me and the whole family. Imagine a restaurant weighing a family of 8, one of 'em is already a family of 3, a wife and a daughter. Not gonna say anymore *smacklips* All i could do now is keep myself away from the thought of this matter to get myself away from the suffering for i know the grief is too much for me. And thanks to God, i manage to avoid myself from those bothersome thoughts.And so, life goes on....
-Issa

As The Suffering Continues....

I spent all day being grumpy. One thing 'bout me being grumpy when i'm working is i HATE to smile and rather focus on my work instead to control my anger. I have this anger management:/ And abit of advice of how to handle anger management people who's actually REALLY angry but using work to distract oneself from flipping out :  Don't EVER ever not even a slightest thought say "What's with the face? cheer up.SMILE". I'm not an expert on this anger management just yet for i still have anger to manage up until now but i for one do not like it when people bother my calm and focus zone. If i don't feel like smiling, i won't. I would react to how i really felt like no matter what. And when i do feel stressed out about something, the one thing i hate is...SMILE.Sorry, but that's just me. And it ticks me just enough that i was stressing out from depression and using hectic work to stop myself from being depressed again but seriously speaking, saying 'SMILE' does not make the situations any better. Logically thinking, people who does work while smiling could be deemed a little bit cuckoo in my opinion.But really, all i need is time, and working time is all it takes for me to calm down, and i did. I manage to pull off a few jokes and laughed abit but it didn't last long as i expected. It wasn't until my mom started mentioning the reason of my depression.Oh The Grief! Sigh~.And so, i put on an earphone to the side of where my parents were, so i couldn't hear the hurtful words... and listened to all the possible songs that would made me feel less depressed...Again, time was spent,with another SHITLOAD...of suffering.

-Issa

"Suffering..." - 500 Days Of Summer

Today....was depressing. I couldn't express how depressing i was...because it was so depressing.It was really... suffering.

"A Shitload Of Suffering Is What I'm Saying..."

 

 

 

 

 

"하나,둘,조금씩..."

Hello there:) okayy,awkwardness overload. HAHA! this is probably my 3rd blog (after constantly failing the former two due to continuous overload of laziness and misinterpreting personality :/ eeep!) I'm trying my best to keep it real this time. i'll fix my Tumblr later, too lazy to update everything.LOL i know what you're thinking. For some of you avid-bloggers you might think "How can this bastard be so lazy to update when it's sooo fun to blog *BIGGRIN*". No offense, i LOVE to write and i have to say i do have the enthusiasm, Heck i love talking. It's just that i don't write as much as i talk coz' i seemed to get stuck between vocabulary and explosive impact in writing like one of those SAT words that you had to look up to a dictionary to know what it means or  Google it, HAHA! but i guess it's time to face the reality. I'm not like one of those fast learners who has a hidden and peculiar talent in writing. (heehee, i just Googled 'peculiar', i swore it was at the tip of my tongue, BUSTED!) I guess i just have to be one of those underdog writers who gets either an 'A' or barely passed an 'A-' in English but just really loves writing. I am one of those who would take their time to think of a word to start and once a word is written down, its impossible to stop:) you might spot me repeating a few similar words, so... mind my vocabulary. The last two blogs, one of 'em in Tumblr had failed because...well,it's hard to put it this way but as what Mad Hatter said to Alice "You lost your muchness"... but it wasn't that i lost my muchness, it was that i thought i had my muchness but it turns out i was never much enough to be much more muchier than i was, i was never much enough. (Don't say i didn't warn you.) i'm trying so hard to be muchier but it's not as easy as it looks, sometimes you still need to explore and need to study more to be muchier, and i'm only 18. To make a puzzle, you need to be smart and creative enough to create a puzzle where only you know how to answer, and my puzzle was just too simple even for a 5 year old to solve,there was no confusion and no intelligence to make them a puzzle. And so, i've realized that i should just keep it real and be satisfied with what i already am. I'll just write what i feel like instead of trying so hard to amaze others, just pleasing myself is enough to be amazing:DDD And with this blog, i will write what i want. I can write whatever i want. It's not like i can't be whimsical anymore. I can write whimsically when i'm feeling whimsical, oh! and no more FanFiction in this blog! Ugh, that was the biggest failure. Promising a friend to write a fic about her and her boyfriend is NOT a good idea when they suddenly broke up! and i barely made the 10th Chapter:s suckish friend am i. Good thing she was my Internet friend from Hawaii, Half Korean Half Japanese. Hemi was her name. Miss her though:'( She was wonderful. I'll talk about her on my other posts. Anyway, it's great to finally start a blog again and hopefully i could write faster and sooner for my next post.I'll introduce myself on the next post, too lazy to type it out on the same post coz' i'm pretty sure u guys are bored enough to read this one, let alone writing my whole journey of being an 18 year old rebel who has imbalanced self-esteem and can sit under the willow tree talking for HOURS and HOURS about my life..NGEE~~~ i don't mind of nobody reads my blog but i appreciate it if you do and put alot of interest in 'em:)))) and if i don't stop now, i have a strong feeling in my gut that nobody's gonna read this. But hey, once a word is written down, its impossible to stop :)

"1,2,3 오른발 왼발" Sweet Step,요조:)

Signing out,
Issa