Shard Struck: A Precious Wound (Kimchi Pot Chronicles #1)

Every click of My Pictures folder, every hit of Play button of WMP, every Korean song I play-- are the shards that keep my gaping wound open and as fresh as the first day that everything that has been had been...
Since I've been back from Korea, I found it very hard to move on. I'm now inflicted with a chronic laziness that my thesis had been stalled for two months; I've never produced anything that amounts greater than a bug's fart. The stasis has been formed and it's where I'm living now. I think what's more serious is that I am participating in my self incarceration. I know that if I stay inside for long, I'll just rot inside with the memories and friendships I cherish. And these fragments of life had already given me a hell load of joy and lessons learned; they have done their purpose. They are now expired. Should I stay longer, I'll expire too..And clearly, doing that is committing intellectual and interpersonal suicide. So starting tomorrow, I'd start moving in for the kill. I'll work for my future, leave the stasis behind in my growing museum for memories.
My wound will not close, for I will never permit it to.
The certain throbbing sensation will forever remind me that I have lived once in a way that I never will live again...

The Beginning of the Start (Kimchi Pot Chronicles Prologue)

I hated number 4. And I have the Chinese Feng Shui to blame for that. It says it means death and illness. But it was just now when I'm writing this blog entry that I came to realize that the day my life has changed--where my real self was rubbed out of the cramped, imprisoning lamp--was 4-14, March 14, 2007.
Not everyone would be celebrating March 14, 2007. For me, it is the highlight of my life so far. And it would be harbored in my dear hypothalamus for many years to come. 4-14 was the day I flew to Korea to study in DJU as an exchange student. I never thought that my 10-month experience there would be so life changing, as it was so much fun beyond all the betraying adjectives man know of.
From this point on, I'll backtrack from the point when I was packing all my stuff, emptying my drawer, watching movies for the last time with my best friends...yeah, I'll try to recollect all the memories before all my neural connections snap off.