You are the cause of my Euphorbia~

I don't quite remember how it started, but I've long held a fascination for cacti. It might have stemmed from a book from my childhood, set in Arizona. Though I had never seen one (and didn't have the ability to Google), I dreamt of the Saguaro, and always wished to have my own little version.

My first cactus was a gift, and though it didn't have the waving arms of the saguaros of my dreams, I was happy to finally have my very own cactus. Sadly, I didn't have any ability to care for one, and it died within a couple of years. In some unnamed irony, it suffered from uneven care and rotted from within, its demise unable to be stopped.

Several more cacti and cacti deaths later, I stumbled across a certain saguaro-shaped plant. Not a cacti, but an Euphorbia, a very large genus that encompasses plants that range from very un-cacti in appearance to my new favourite baby.

Crybaby, you did well

I seek validation from the world. In this society, I suppose we all do, in its many different forms. Though I can live and function without this validation, the lack of it slowly eats at me and rips my insides to shreds as I try and reason with myself that I am worthy no matter what...

Colourless

I first realized that my home was a dark place in high school. My friends and I had embarked on an ambitious filming project, mostly due to my prodding and obsession with a certain "banjun" reverse drama. We rewrote the scripts to make it a double reverse drama, and had a lot of fun making the cheesiest, corniest, hammiest interpretation possible. I still have those scripts, though sadly not the taped scenes.

Gradually becoming an adult

I guess I am gradually becoming an adult

28 by Agust D

A lonely memory

 I really enjoyed living in my memories. Looking over old photos, recalling past adventures, past joys, sorrows, and lessons. I would argue that I visited too often, cherishing memories more than the present moment. Even when something amazing was happening, it was difficult to wholly focus on the moment, sometimes finding myself thinking ahead to what an amazing memory this would later be. 

Memory like a sponge

 I am running out of memory. On memory cards, hard drives, my totally-busted computer, and my slightly busted mind.

A cup for every occasion, pt. 4

A glass mug for iced coffee and tea. 

Happy-go-lucky

 I remember the first time a classmate in high school commented that I had a "happy-go-lucky" attitude,  I was slightly dumbfounded. 

Back to Busan

Even (or maybe especially so) on holiday, I awaken early. I enjoyed the sunlight streaming through the courtyard into our doors before deciding to get ready.

A cup for every occasion, pt. 3

I've wanted a proper set of tea cups for a long time... all the better if it was second hand. After some regrets over not purchasing them when visiting a plentiful but now defunct vintage store, I was able to locate some at the local thrift store, and started to grow my collection already. The first set I bought was gifted away, but the second set I laid my eyes on, was when I instantly fell in love. 

The colourful garden print was right up my alley, and I quickly became the proud owner of a tea cup set. It is a rare occasion when I take this cup out, as it usually sits on the shelf, proudly displayed.