i just wanted to save this somewhere so i can take a read when i completely lose faith in love/marriage/things of the sort. not like i have faith in it now anyway.

Hyun Joong:

"Hwang Buin, she hates being cute so don't make her act cute. She's a good cook, but don't make her cook too much, she finds that bothersome. And don't lie to her. Phone her twice a day. Don't look at anyone else as a woman... And you must never talk about the first love. And... make lots of money so she doesn't have to work the events... and diligently deposit paycheck every month. When she's that age, she won't be doing her events anymore.

He's a future spouse who'll treat you well even if I don't tell him anything... Just treat her well.. Unconditionally... Don't come to Jeju Island for the honeymoon though... She'll remember.. Since she'll remember if you come here for honeymoon.. For the next husband, I think this is a place he won't need to come."


"To tell you the truth... I didn't express it but in my heart you helped me a lot when things were really hard. There were a few times,.. I looked at you for those times and changed the way I was thinking. I think I did. Before I met you, wife... I want to tell you this, I used to live a very confined life. I don't know if you'll believe this, but outside of my friends nobody knew me, what kind of person I am... But I think wife now knows.

A lot of my dark and gloomy ways, really... This goes on TV, but I'm not just saying this... I really think you changed me a lot. At the right timing. In a way, I strongly felt like you were someone sent by God. Honestly I wanted to tell you this... When things were the hardest.

I'm relieved that wife will be the last woman I'll do mountain hiking with."

Hwang Bo:

"Hyunjoong is.. he's a kid who loves to win... so please keep losing to him... But you can't make it obvious that you're losing to him.. You have to make it seem like you tried really hard but lost... He can't wake up well... so if you tickle him, he wakes up well.. He hates mushy things.. so don't expect too much.. Even if he doesn't express it, just feel it with your heart..."

Hyun Joong:

"We always filmed on Tuesdays... I think Tuesdays will seem really empty from now on... If we have work on something else on Tuesdays, that feels really sad. If I think like nothing had happened, it would feel so empty.. I think I'll feel like there's a hole in my daily life..."

one night he decided to blur out history in his iris and set the stars on fire for me.
a rain of ash falls from the sky, flickering moonlight.

and when he decides to glide into me, with his little silver bones.

my glassy bones tremble and crack. little cracks running to the very core.

we collide into a dull shade of china blue, condensed on a concrete wall, and hidden in the very folds of lilac bed sheets.

and we dissolve into ash.

you keep coming back like a permanent sickness revisiting on cold gloomy days.

" we wrote together,

i love you - in the sand.

but the sea,

it didn't leave it alone.

do you want to write

it one more time -

with me?

i stand by the sea - don't want to do anything."

Sur - re - al - ism (n.) -(often l.c.) a style of art and literature developed principally in the 20th century, stressing the subconscious or nonrational significance of imagery arrived at by automatism or the exploitation of chance effects, unexpected juxtapositions, etc.

I woke up after somebody whispered in my dream ; "the days that we are living pass are only to end when we die for longer days."
There is a fishbowl in my dream. the base is broken and leaking. the bleeding feathers and bleeding. some are floating some are sinking, to the vaccuum of yesterday that sleeps its deathly sleep in between my fingers.

I've got a jar of insecurities. Where I take the coins of time and save up. You see, everychild would hide their precious belongings. I would hide mine. I wouldn't even take it out on a sunny day.I don't even like sunny days. They're so annoying in their own annoying little ways. I prefer to stay in bed. With a lump a gloomyness hanging above my head. I need to guard myself.
Because that's just the way i prefer it.
My eyes are dry now. Ha. Can't help my wonder why.
Sometimes I see girls with cold feet walking in my dreams, walking on ice.

I've got glass all over me. I've got glass all under me. Little fragments of glass float in my veins with their little journeys to their little happiness on the tip of my finger where they bleed. But happiness has dried out like a flower on the hands of time, do they hear the lights coming? Let's forget. The leaves forget the season. The sunlight forget the shadows of the day. Why wouldn't we forget? The little frames of dreams will also die. We should forget, to kill the velvet box full of sound and fury. Our stage was full of tragic scenes that never came to an end.

My days of happiness are only to remain in great bitterness. Oh but I'll forget. Everything fades.They are all gone as the actors leave the stage when the curtain falls. I have ached ones, as I have ached before. Life is only an opportunity to be sad, and then only to be sadder again. Spring rushes over my head, they heard the rays of light fading out. Everything is left to be a hazy violet time.

Summer is still warm and warmer. But under my veins these soldiers of little piees of glass are getting their share of frosting. the rain watched me, walk pass across to the other side. it still watches me. i have loved and finished with my sad and comical heart, i said to have finished with my sad and comical heart. I have kept them in a teary eye, probably my rights one as i watch my days blur in solitude. Now my eyes are dry I can lock them even safer.

I have led a sad and lonely path. I draw them now as million of old love words and send them back to the life they came from.