Learning Hangul

Annyeong Haseyo!!!

I'm learning the Korean writing - Hangul, just last week. In fact, i didn't find it hard to study Hangul. Maybe because i have that heart and eagerness that pushes me to that doing. It was so exciting.

The site where I study online is really a big, big, big help for me. The creator of that website had that kind of technique in teaching where students can learn so fast. So big thanks to him. Anyway here's the link if you want to learn Hangul also... http://www.learnlangs.com/RWP/Korean/Korean%20-%20Lesson%201.htm

Halcyon Ardor

I met, know, then love you
but how can you know?
If I'm no guts to say 
and nerve to declare

No one discerns but me
I valiantly conceal
Though, I'm bliss in this feeling
I find tranquil out of love

HATE WHO?

                 I walked through the jungle to find the secrecy. A mystery in the past that I couldn’t see. I remember nothing but how to live. Those unrevealed questions, no one had an answer to give. I keep walking until I find, not a distant a locked door on a tree behind. It was covered with twigs and some fruit of figs. Try to unlocked it but I can’t, useless there’s not a key I with. Curiosity rise on me, on what’s inside I want to see. I feel that it was what I’m finding, now and then. The mystery of my past, keep hunting me more often. I grab a stone, give full strength on it and thrown. But the door keep unlocked, nothing changed it sucks! Frustrated, I find myself crying, don’t know why but utter words saying “I hate you!”. Finally the door opened, odd as it may seem. I’m shocked apparently when I saw a shadow of a human figure, slowly going nearer. Until I had a full view, he’s a HE. I wonder why he is so familiar with me. Suddenly, head-hurt attacks, scenes in the past was flashing back.

                Jake asks me a dinner date today. He said he has something important to say. I was so excited thinking of a romantic proposal from him. I wore my best dress, makes me look fatale femme. When I got into the place where we supposedly date, I was stunned looking at him kneeling in front of a girl I never met. Is that the important thing that he wants to tell me? That he is in love with someone and eager want to marry? He take the wind out of sails when he saw me staring straightly to them. But I run into my car. I want to escape, I want to cry. He was following me and get into my car. I didn’t listen to him, I’m badly hurt. I just drove the car as fast as I could. “I HATE YOU!” that’s all I can say  cause it’s nothing to do.

                Then suddenly everything’s blur. I look around, I’m on a white room, laying on a white-sheeted bed. I can’t feel my body, it was fully band-aided. All of a sudden, a beautiful young lady at my age with a long blonde hair get inside my room. She said:

“Jake planned to proposed to you before the accident. He even ask me to help him out about that big event. I was his bestfriend from the South, the one he’s talking about. We’re currently practicing how’s he’s going to tell you ‘will you marry me?’ just right. So I act as you as he kneel down and state those words. Yes! I’m that girl you saw before Jake died”.

                That guy whose in front of me is Jake. He was staring at me with his heartrending eyes. I try to touch him but I can’t feel anything. He’s gone! And that’s because of me. Tears roll down my cheeks uncontrollably.  I’m not scared that I’m alone here on a creepy jungle. Even lightning strikes into my direction. The one thing that I’m scared of is losing hold of Jake, I get shivers down my spine, feel my body turning blue. The feeling is so frightening. It’s driving me insane.

“ I hate…MYSELF!” is all  I can say.

First step in College

                The lively sounds of the bells coming from afar signaled my semi-conscious body to rise from the bed as  I involuntarily yawned. My clock says that it’s already 6:30 so I immediately leap from my bed after realizing that it’s my first day in college. I hurriedly rush to the bathroom to finish all the morning activities by 7:30. It’s a fifteen-minute ride from house to school. I went there with my best friend to lessen my nervousness but then we immediately bid goodbye to each other since she belongs to different campus. As I enter the academe everything seems so odd to me, it’s my fifth time to enter the University, yet, it look so strange. Well, I think it’s usual for a first year student like me. As I walk by, I met my old friends and classmates and had a little conversations with them since it was too early for my first class.

                I find my first subject room, it’s in the CSB4. The guard there was so strict, she didn't let students enter the building with inappropriate attires. Some of which I observed were wearing mini-skirts and sleeveless, others wear simply just a plain T-shirt, pants and doll shoes as a footwear and there’s also some of them in a “total dress-up operation” , clothes which I think came from the deepest part of their mother’s old cabinet. (yeah right! I'm so mean) I came up with the assumption that some of us find those a special day and other just like any ordinary one. I sit and wait and make friends with some college people out there. I can’t barely remember their names but one is Nursing and the other is Education as their course. After an hour, the guard finally let us in to the building. I find no familiar faces in our classroom except two- they were a schoolmate. Though most of them are strangers to me, I didn't find it hard to cope up with them. I don’t like feeling awkward because of the silence  so I always start the conversation. In a nutshell, I'm noisy. (haha~)

                Not a minute ago, our professor came in. He introduces himself and discuss the scope of his subject, the manner he will give grade and etcetera. The same way, we also introduces our self in front of the entire class. Those scene were repeated with the other subjects. At the end of the day, I find myself so talkative. It seems like my new friends were old ones. In fact, talking too much is my style to hide my nervousness and gain confidence. Favorably, it works.

                I went back home after school wearing a big smile. I pull my mother’s right hand and lean it on to my forehead as a respect. I eagerly narrate her all the happenings in school. It’s such a great day. Before slumber, I look at myself in the mirror with bliss and told myself “It’s a good beginning”.