what a sigh is for me…

Days keep passing and I cannot say STOP…

The world has become smaller and smaller since 2008 set in.  I should open a window and let in some fresh air. Pardon to the readers who come here for my “Korean fixes…”,  this entry will not completely be about any of my addictions. It will just be me venting out the stale ink from my soul. The bottle cap has not been twisted open for such a long time.

Just some ramblings then…

If  any of you don’t mind.

hmmm– to sigh is to say to the world and myself  that:

1.)  I have something to say but I can’t say it.

2.) Darn! What’s that word again?!

3.) Hmmm…forget it.

4.) I have something to say but it’s not worth saying so…

5.)  Life is consistenly the same and it is disappointing.

6.) hayyyy… delicious!

7.) Why can’t I be that? and this?

8.) My mother will never change.

9.) …Neither  will my father… (haha)

10) Where is Gong Yoo when I need him?!

I tend to sigh.  There are a lot of corners in my soul that I frustate by this temporary heave as if I could satisfy it by exhaling and expressing in a little bit of sound the very emotions and substance that make me a living and not only an existing being.

I should stop.

I should start living again…

hmmm…kimchi anyone?

The smell  permeated  the room.

My  little niece went up to me and cheekily said- “What’s that? It stinks!”

“What stinks? I stink?” I teased her.

“So what are  you still  doing here in the kitchen?”  I told her…  she walked out the same way she came– cheeky and cute.

So, what can I do?  I craved for some of those sweet smelling stuff that makes  the mouth attractively pungent and the cheek color unabashedly red for the fair skinned.

I craved for it and I went ( even though I had to steal some precious minutes from my demanding layouting work– to sneak a trip to the nearby grocery store).

I am craving because one of my favorite eye candies plays a cook in a recently discovered drama that I am currently sinking my teeth into (excuse the pun)….Gourmet…

They say that a way into a man’s heart is through his stomache .. here in this drama– the men are the ones wielding the frying pan and a lot more.  Maybe it’s because my husband is a Cook that I find myself more and more attracted to dramas that have to do with food– or maybe it’s just that the drama is a meal unto itself.

Kudos to the subbers, by the way.  The whole experience is quite magical because it seemed as if the Korean has turned  English aready while I was watching.  I don’t know how to explain the experience but it certainly didn’t feel as if I were watching something  and us reading the subs– I could taste the Korean as if it were my own language—

Ergo, the craving for Korean food.  I mixed the kimchi with my rice and stir fried it a little, didn’t have sesame oil and seaweed but it took  the edge a little from my hunger.

Now …. I want some more.

(You can catch it aznv.tv . If you want invites shoot me a message– haven’t invited anyone yet– but I could try.)

ta ta

I’m back.. hell yea… I’m back…

I’m a little lost…

Ummm… WordPress has turned sophisticated on me, in my pretty long absence.  Ahem.

It’s kind of funny that my last entry was bannering the title..deliberating on my distractions…(part 1) I was determined to write the Part 2 but (sheepish)  I got so distracted that …well… I didn’t get around to emptying my thoughts here. Sigh.

I have become so rustied that I find myself groping for words. Tragic!

But I’m back.. hell yea… I’m back–

Currently,  I’m way in over my neck with my Korean students (not to mention bosses) and there– then again I am lost– there’s something about being lost that kind of attracts me and repels me at the same time— (Aside)  For spiritual folks out there– it’s going to be Good Shepherd Sunday soon– so please whisper a prayer for me– Let me not get lost anymore!—(Aside finished) Help me please find my way…

What’s going on?

Work leaves me  for the majority of the day in front of the computer– working with books and  having classes.  At the end of the day– I ask myself where have the hours gone to?

Needless to say. It feels good to be here.

I’ll run off for now though, and be on the lookout for material to think and write about…

Here’s to life…

Here’s to hello’s…