dust on my eyelashes

wrong

2011-06-23T18:14:00.000+01:00

i don't cry till my eye out any more

i'm sure there is something wrong

i got a spam mail

2011-06-23T17:48:00.002+01:00

i got a spam mail
from who seems to be an italian
without the subject
i only saw the firstline showing a link

of course no attempt to click
even wonder what the link is
but i found
deep in my mind
i wondered for half of a second
what if.

what if it is a some important mail from someone important
which might change my life

then for the next half a second
i wondered why do i even imagine that i know would never happen
where this tiny teeny hope comes from
what made me to dream of this thing
and why don't i believe this

i found an answer in the next few minutes
it's because i'm living where one is supposed to believe that some impossible things might happen and change his or her life
there are dust size of hope which will prove itself its fakeness
may be too soon
but still there are.

i don't know where is more cruel to be
with lying hopes
or with none

ribbon

2011-05-24T13:27:00.002+01:00

flowers

2011-05-24T13:23:00.001+01:00

some patterns

2011-05-22T15:47:00.001+01:00

cityscape

abaucs

umbrella

mint + red

2011-05-12T18:30:00.001+01:00

moi / ici / maintenant

2011-05-12T17:26:00.000+01:00

there are some words
never sound so
old

me
my
(maybe 'I' too)

the moment of speaking or writing somehow hides inside these words
i feel not being capable of seperating the meaning and the time

moi / ici / maintenant

the ceiling

2011-02-27T15:09:00.002Z

maybe it is the only place you rest
you breathe
you might drop some tears
without any sound

i lie on the floor
put all effort together to just be

listen to the sound from my stomache
the water running in the radiator
a machine spins
makes a spiral wind

sudden cold wakes me up

the ceiling
greets
me

i can be a monster

2011-01-21T13:08:00.004Z

things that in my mind put me under some categories
what you might call a not major

for a second i wished to be someone who belongs to the majors
things in my mind turn to be some majors
but from the tail of the second
i wish myself to stay as non-major
wish there to be more minors

i can be a monster
i can be whatever
i will change myself endlessly
and i won't get tired of

snow dust

2011-01-15T03:18:00.002Z

wind giggles
sweep another snowy day

once you told me
looking into a glass of tea
you see beauty

light comes through
makes a shadow somewhere

the glass on your hands
that's what it takes

i am back in the kitchen
sitting where we were
afternoon
warm

through the window

2010-12-21T03:27:00.005Z

thought of small little things

2010-12-16T03:43:00.000Z

thinking of the snowflakes
the world is made of those little shapes
which all are different individual.

probably
the planktons in the sea
have all different faces like a is not b

a person is born after a random mixing
of all sorts of different features

it is a wonderful fact that nothing is same as any other
but if there one thing in common is that they all change in time

pickling in a jar of relief

2010-11-06T13:23:00.003Z

this morning i tried to remember your voice.
it's already lost its sharpness in me.
like i never hear my own voice,
i know it
but never so clear.

today it had the air of there, filling my lung with salt.
sinking into a fridger
sit still on the shelf
then slowly getting moldy

them

2010-11-04T01:00:00.003Z

looking at them
my lungs get heavier
or perhaps my ribs shrunk

they are strange disgusting but familiar

'i would never have chosen them if i could have'

bring black and amber
next each other

then i run run miles away from them
that is how i want to see them
in a distance
a dot
an abstact existance

you are but that's all.

how do you count time

2010-11-03T02:53:00.002Z

some count minutes and seconds

for some, memory wouldn't

i feel my stomach

my father is putting on his false teeth

far but close

shrunken jumpers

the room i lived

2010-09-25T14:31:00.002+01:00

for mara bueno's project Welcome Intruders

a bird

2010-09-20T21:24:00.002+01:00

colours

2010-09-18T23:47:00.002+01:00

have you ever enjoyed a colour
like you breathe
everything in front of you is this colour
you don't think whether you like it or not

all the senses open its mouth and inhale the scent
jasmine tea on the bottom of a glass
the night sky above the trees trimmed in the window frame
the cold air leaking in

only too much

de colores
es el arco iris que vemos lucir
y por eso los grandes amores
de muchos colores me gustan a mi
y por eso los grandes amores
de muchos colores me gustan a mi

alia

2010-09-01T11:12:00.002+01:00

bulb the envelop

2010-08-24T17:33:00.005+01:00

seoul-london

2010-08-24T10:53:00.004+01:00

seoul

london

london

seoul

repeated

2010-08-23T10:52:00.001+01:00

granny

2010-08-23T10:50:00.002+01:00

colours

2010-08-23T10:43:00.002+01:00

imaginary people

2010-08-23T10:41:00.002+01:00

sitting here

2010-08-12T23:38:00.002+01:00

close your eyes
close your mouth
do not move
do not breathe

and the temperature drops as the car passes by

it becomes nothing

2010-08-12T23:35:00.002+01:00

shivering with cold wind
and there comes rain storm snow
in the snow
in the frozen air
you feel nothing
you forget the wind

beautiful object

2010-08-11T23:07:00.002+01:00

.

2010-08-11T22:16:00.003+01:00

measurement of a turbulant emotion

2010-08-11T14:09:00.005+01:00

Intensity

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Frequency

1. not at all
2. several days
3. more than half the days
4. nearly everyday

goose

2010-08-11T02:47:00.000+01:00

braid

2010-08-11T01:32:00.001+01:00

make

2010-08-11T01:27:00.001+01:00

rose rose rose

2010-08-09T03:13:00.000+01:00

come back and do not come beck

2010-08-09T03:11:00.000+01:00

O

2010-08-09T03:09:00.002+01:00

oOo0ㅇ

2010-08-09T03:07:00.001+01:00

found

2010-08-06T20:30:00.001+01:00

at brockwell lido

the girl

2010-08-06T16:50:00.003+01:00

the girl playing downstair is about 7
the girl who beat me last night in front of the house of the 7 year old used to be 7
and i used be 7 and i played like the girl downstair
she picks leaves from trees
she lays them on stairs
she sits next to her collection
she sings
she runs home when her mum calls her
and she screams it's gonna rain.

rain

2010-08-04T12:36:00.003+01:00

here
rain doesn't sound at all
maybe when they touch the window

there
they slap each other in the air
and the air is half water already
you hear it than anything else
even when a bus runs
it sounds rain

autumn

2010-08-03T23:57:00.003+01:00

i feel i'm already in autumn.
everything's to be ceased to be some nothing.
creating againt the nature.
you breathe less
use ones you already own
just wait for the time it to finish.

maybe i'm returning
hoping to return
from the tip of toes

b to no b

2010-08-03T23:06:00.002+01:00

after dinner

2010-08-03T23:00:00.003+01:00

from a still

2010-08-03T00:44:00.001+01:00

it's not that i'm particularly happy but

2010-08-02T23:58:00.001+01:00

sun goes down

2010-07-31T23:39:00.003+01:00

next time i'm taking my watercolour yay! excited!

ugly ones

2010-07-30T23:16:00.000+01:00

||||||

2010-07-30T22:34:00.002+01:00

how do i do with 's'?

here or there

2010-07-30T19:48:00.002+01:00

i used to take pictures of planes flying over my head with my finger camera.
i can't remember why i did. anyway it was popular among my friends.
but today i just wished that to take me to the right place to be.

O

2010-07-30T00:05:00.002+01:00

kimchi
cheese
wiskey
waikiki!

hello

2010-07-29T12:08:00.001+01:00

i am

starry night

2010-07-28T23:21:00.003+01:00

wanted to try this for long time

*

2010-07-28T15:44:00.007+01:00

happen

2010-07-28T14:45:00.002+01:00

the thing is i don't know what i want to say anymore.
i'm not into anything.
i haven't fought for anything but i always had something to talk about.
about Orientalism, consumerism, war and environmental problems etc.
i still think about some of them
but i don't know whether i can or want to talk about these.
neither there is any who wants to listen to these.

then i only focus on my life.
actually it's difficult enough to deal with.
i can't see how i'd be tomorrow.
or next year.

i hope things but never sure these can happen.

i think become more dependant on the word 'happen' than any other words.

like a bomb dropped next to my garden.

have i had this before?

2010-07-28T00:58:00.001+01:00

4 legs

2010-07-27T18:44:00.001+01:00

abcd

2010-07-27T15:52:00.004+01:00

i'm plant-sitting

2010-07-24T19:59:00.001+01:00

i went tokyo

2010-07-24T19:53:00.002+01:00

and
i went mingeikan

A new start

2010-07-24T10:24:00.002+01:00

나는 사선死線에 서 있지 않다. 하지만 지금 내려야할 결정, 결심은 나를 벼랑끝 나무에 걸린 잎파리처럼 바들바들 떨게한다. I can go a step backward. 뒷걸을질을 한다. 벼랑을 등지고 아빠다리를 하고 앉아 미스터리소설을 읽는다. 친구에게 전화를 건다. 궁금하지도 않은 이야기를 묻고 그의 이야기로 나를 채운다. 딱딱한 베이글을 물도 없이 억은 듯 속을 꽉 메우고 두리번 거리며 무엇이든 정신을 빼앗을 것을 찾는다. You already made a decision. 저 아래에서 더 이상 고민하기 싫은 듯 툭하고 내 뱉어버린다. 하지만 역시 맘이 가벼워지질 않는다. 내가 포기해야 할 것은 무엇일까. 이 차고 넘치는 허전함, 아무일도 일어나지 않은 듯 같은 표정을 짓고 똑같은 아침을 먹으며 내일을 기다리는 것. 나를 행복하게 했던 것들은 어디에서 무엇을 했냐보다 누구와 함께였는지가 더 생생하게 떠오르는 것들이다. 그리고 그 모두의 배경은 굳이 따지자면 여기 런던이지만 그보다 지난 5년을 내가 이곳에 있었다는 것을 감안하면 너무나 당연하게 생각된다. '새로운 시작'이라는 것을 하고싶다. 그리고 그것은 어떤 외부의 요인보다 내 안으로부터의 변화라고 변하지 않는 진리를 설파하 듯 명료하고 만질 수 없다. A new start.

hesitate

2010-05-18T00:13:00.004+01:00

i can smile at you more often or more brightly but

i would never be able to like you as you are

dots

2010-05-08T17:23:00.007+01:00

+ + +

2010-05-08T17:21:00.001+01:00

icebergs

2010-05-08T17:16:00.004+01:00

recycle misprints

2010-04-10T01:26:00.002+01:00

recycle misprints

2010-04-10T01:07:00.005+01:00

numbers

2010-04-04T02:10:00.002+01:00

found and lost

2010-04-04T01:49:00.003+01:00

can't remember where i put the original

an old lady at a bus shelter

2010-04-02T11:18:00.003+01:00

i was waiting for bus 38.
an old lady sat next me
she smelled like mothballs
in her furry coat

she might haven't been out for long

she had done her hair airily soft in high arch

38 finally came but turned its destination to Not in service
bunch of people got off
disgruntled

a middle-aged woman and middle-aged man sat next to the old lady
grumbling,
raising the voices

they speak to the lady
complain goes on
she doesn't answer
just stays stiff

a guy stands in front of her,
from the shelter
water drops on his shoulder
he never realise
she looks at his shoulder
it gets soaked and soaked

for a golden holiday

2010-03-30T23:41:00.001+01:00

the relationship

2010-03-29T23:43:00.002+01:00

legs

2010-03-20T02:46:00.002Z

an apple and a stone

2010-03-09T23:59:00.002Z

i was thinking of picking up a stone since last saturday.

note no.6 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

2010-03-05T23:20:00.003Z

She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: we are at the last station. The happiness meant: we are together. The sadness was form, the happiness is content. Happiness filled the space of sadness.

note no.5 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

2010-03-05T23:17:00.002Z

'Missions are stupid, Tereza. I have no mission. No one has. And it's a terrific relief to realize you're free, free of all missions.'

note no.4 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

2010-03-05T23:12:00.002Z

Horror is a shock, a time of utter blindness. Horror lacks every hint of beauty. All we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us.

note no.3 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

2010-03-05T23:06:00.001Z

...a life based on repetition. and he expected the sam from them.
...happiness is longing for repetition.

note no.2 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

2010-03-02T00:25:00.002Z

Betrayal. From tender youth we are told by father and teacher that betrayal is the mostheinous offence imaginable. But what is betrayal? Betrayal means breaking ranks. Betrayal means breaking ranks and going off into the unknown. Sabina knew of nothing more magnificent than going off into the unknown.
Though a student at the Academy of Fine Arts, she was not allowed to paint like Picasso. It was the period when so-called socialist realism was prescribed and the school manufactured portraits of Communist statemen. Her longing for betray her farther remained unsatisfied: Communism was merely another father, a father equally strict and limited, a father who forbade her love (the times were puritanical) and Picasso, too. And if she married a second-rate actor, it was only because he had a reputation for being eccentric and unacceptable to both fathers.
Then her mother died. The day following her returns to Prague from the funeral, she received a telegram saying her that her father had taken his life out of grief.
Suddenly she felt pangs of conscience: was it really so terrible that her father had painted vases filled with roses and hated Picasso? Was it really reprehensible that he was afraid of his fourteen-year-old daughter's coming home pregnant? Was it really so laughable that he could not go on living without his wife?
And again she felt a longing to betray: betray her own betrayal. She announced to her husband (whom she now considered a difficult drunk rather than an eccentric) that she was leaving him.
But if we betray B., for whom we betrayed A., it does not necessarily follow that we have placated A. The life of a divorcee-painter did not in the least resemble the life of the parents she had betrayed. The first betrayal is irreparable. It calls forth a chain reaction of further betrayals, each of which takes us farther and farther away from the point of our original betrayal.

note no.1 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

2010-03-02T00:06:00.002Z

... She began to teeter as she walked, fell almost daily, bumped into things or, at the very least, dropped objects.
She was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. She lived in a constant state of vertigo.

dead tulips

2010-02-28T00:33:00.003Z

today's learning

2010-02-09T19:26:00.003Z

1. forgetting takes no minutes

2. there is always outside

3. excitment and pleasure live shorter than i remembered

sometimes i don't remember what i took

2010-02-01T00:22:00.003Z

oh coral

2010-01-31T23:17:00.003Z

a fish

2010-01-31T22:28:00.003Z

hand drawn type

2009-11-17T23:43:00.003Z

a beautiful dream

2009-11-12T22:06:00.003Z

i haven't had any dream for a while
dead dead sleep
but the sleep was so dead like not existing
tomorrow begins without pause
and i live another yesterday

on my way back home
i use different routes everyday
but they don't get remembered
without any landmark
i pass the roads

the day before yesterday
i had a beautiful dream
i was somewhere else with somebody else
somebody i never met
i was very happy like my heart jumping
i felt so alive
i tried my best not to forget the dream

but now i only remember that i tried
so that i repeated whole situation again and again

soon i'm not even going to remember that i was happy,
that i tried and that i repeated
and i'll live another yesterday
without dreams
with dead sleeps

d

2009-11-05T23:26:00.003Z

all petals on my face
densing the breath
i don't feel my limbs
no light
my flesh lose the border

come!

2009-10-26T22:15:00.000Z

Handmade & Bound

THE AFFORDABLE LONDON BOOK-ART & ZINE FAIR

Sunday 1 November 2009
12 - 6pm
Free entry
Nearest tube: Euston

St Aloysius Social Club
20 Phoenix Road, London NW1

For more information: www.handmadeandbound.com

Directions: Turn left when you come out of Euston station, walk down Eversholt Street (towards Camden) until you come to Phoenix Road on your right. St Aloysius Social Club is underneath the church on the corner of Eversholt Street and Phoenix Road.

o

2009-10-11T22:03:00.002+01:00

force

2009-10-11T22:01:00.002+01:00

no-daydream-lover

2009-09-30T00:00:00.003+01:00

i liked you
without imagination
without hallucination
without tomorrow
without a moment gap

you are so bare
like my dead toe

i like you with your presence

i maybe drunken
my no-daydream-lover

i miss your presence

the house the mountain

2009-09-19T23:09:00.004+01:00

i want to go back to the mountain where i was living when i was 5.
watching a watermelon grows
waiting till bitter sharonfruits get sweet on the shelf next to my toothbrush
picking up some thorny pollens of chestnut
stepping on the softness of overgrown weed
listening to the bus passing over the creek
under my heavy duvet waiting to sleep in the fulfilled thick dark night

i was learning how to read
circling the letters i couldn't read on my fairytale books

i don't remember what i was thinking
but i remember that afternoon sitting alone on the veranda waiting my granny to come back

stripes

2009-09-17T21:36:00.001+01:00

Platform A+A

2009-09-16T11:36:00.001+01:00

PLATFORM A+A

Date : 16th. Sep. Wendsday 3PM

Venue : cafe Hurwundeki / 299 Cambridge Heath Road, London E2 9HA

Artist : Moon Kim / Illustrator, Type-face artist

Cafe Hurwundeki is located right next to Cambridge Heath Station. It has a playground space in front of cafe.

Pls come bit ealier and enjoy wonderful atmostphere of cafe Hurwundeki. You can have the best Cappuccino in London!

Will see you, and let's have a great time with artist and great people.

Regards,

Joan Hee-Jhong MYUNG

PLATFORM A+A Project Manager, Visual Communicator

PLATFORM A+A is part of my MA Design Studies thesis project at Central St. Martins. PLATFORM A+A is designed in part to be a new bridge for which to strengthen the relationship between Art/Artist and Audiences. The Art program part of the experience is that an artist is given the chance to have in person dialogue with audiences by presenting artworks in addition to sharing concept/idea as a promotion. Audiences would get chances to be closer to Art area as well as getting in touch with their alternate expressive side that they used as a child.

PLATFORM A+A allows both artist and audience to connect and appreciate art in our daily lives. In the hopes of making it a bigger part in our social lives.

a is not b

2009-09-15T12:10:00.002+01:00

a is olive oil

2009-09-15T11:18:00.002+01:00

a is olive oil
b is oyster sauce
c is dashi
d is crushed pepper
e is salt
f is sugar
g is Italian herb
h is cooking wine
i is vegetable oil
j is icing sugar
k is almond extract
l is lemon juice
m is white wine
n is sizimi
o is soy sauce
p is vinegar
q is rice vinegar
r is red wine
s is mirin
t is ground pepper
u is sesame
v is nampra
w is curry powder
x is baking powder
y is la-yu
z is cinnamon

colours

2009-09-14T23:57:00.004+01:00

whereishere

2009-09-08T13:17:00.005+01:00

celebration of meaninglessness

2009-09-05T23:45:00.004+01:00

raviollipuzzle

2009-09-03T01:44:00.005+01:00

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