Intercontinental Flight.

Fragmented sleep. Airline meal. Free beer. White noise. Long haul.

Night at the Airport.

"Had one been asked to take a Martian to visit a single place that neatly captures the gamut of themes

 running through our civilization- from our faith in technology to our destruction of nature, from our interconnectedness

to our romanticizing of travel- then it would have to be to the departures and arrivals halls that one would head."

- A Week at the Airport: Heathrow Diary by Alain de Botton

Moved Out.

It's just really weird to see the room that was once full of life going back to the scratch.

Followed by the last moment of closing the door but without the need for locking it.

Levels (2011).

Ever since I heard this song through my friend, I was immediately hooked up with the sound of synth.  

Regardless the number of time I listened, it always gives me this feeling similar to drinking pop- fizzy and fresh. 

April 22, 2013.

As I'm done with most of the exams, I also had enough time to finish reading the Undiscovered Self by Carl Jung.

Through out the book, Jung's idea was focused on the importance of individuals to resist the collective forces of society (i.e. socialist dictatorship, state slavery, religion) and the need of awareness and understanding of one's unconscious mind and the true inner nature.

"Just a man, as a social being, cannot in the long run exist without a tie to the community, so the individual will never find the real justification for his existence, and his own spiritual and autonomy, anywhere except in an extramundane principle capable of relativizing the overpowering influence of external factors. The individual who is not anchored in God can offer no resistance on his own resources to the physical and moral blandishments of the world. For this he needs the evidence of inner, transcendent experience which alone can protect him from the otherwise inevitable submersion in the mass."

"Resistance to the organized mass can be effected only by the man who is as well organized in his individuality as the mass itself."

Self-Storage.

Done storing my stuffs at a storage place for the summer. Good bye stuffs.

General Electric.

Cost.

I feel very lucky to have parents who are willing to pay my living expenses and expensive tuitions.

No, I'm not just saying this because my flight date to Seoul is approaching.

Without their support, all the dreams and experiences that I'm having would've been not possible.

Thank you mom and dad- hope to see you soon (:

April 13, 2013.

April 4, 2013.

I've just had a potential tenant checking out my room for a new contract. He checked the other rooms upstair and downstair but pleased with my room and said that he's going to take it for the upcoming academic year.

What an odd feeling to hear such thing. The place and bed I considered myself as home will soon become a strange place. The realization that all the time I spent here was only temporary- and the fact that it will soon to be distant memory gives me unknown- muted feeling.

April 4, 2013.

It's the last week of my sophomore year. Within a few weeks, everything in this room will be assorted and packed.

Then I'll be flying to the other side of the planet where different meanings of family, friends, home exist.

March 23, 2013.

I'm closed. My ear is always plugged in with music and my shade puts another layer on my vision from others. I often find myself being an observer- taking photos and staying passive in interactions. I don't have many friends (not in the same way as a high school student would say) and I don't connect or talk with my family as much as I want to. I've developed this blog to put my inner world out, and yet it's always filtered through my conscious of what to share and what not to share-

This wall within me is too high and I find myself constantly pushing people out of it. Please help me bring down this wall with me- it's lonely, cold, and full of guilt and shame in here. I want to get better. And I believe that I can (:

March 21, 2013.

"Sometimes, there is so much beauty in the world-

 I feel like I can't take it, like my heart is just going to cave in."

Strolling.

March 17, 2013.

"One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand."

- Viva La Vida


Too many thoughts on childhood memories, repressions, The Wall by Pink Floyd, Undiscovered self written by C.G. Jung, Cognitive distortion. I am literally trapped in infinite thought loop.

Physical Geography.

Flume Laboratory.

45 St. George Street. Physical Geography Building.

Examining kinematic and dynamic properties of flow.

Suburbanite.

Suburbia is interesting; close-knit community of everyone knowing everyone (whatnot), atmosphere of comparable social status with similar education level and middle class income range, and all those people running through empty roads with jogging shoes and sunglasses.

Individual houses on each road, drive, height, lane, trail, and court must hold unique anecdote and background, but not apparent enough for an outsider like me to observe.

Being in suburban helps me better understand others who were raised in this kind of atmosphere and why some would want to go back to this system after university graduation through marriage.

Rene Magritte.

The Son of Man (1964) has been my favourite painting for long time. I still remember using this as MSN profile picture since grade 9 so it's been a while for sure. Then recently I came across to this interesting commentary from the artist.

"At least it hides the face partly. Well, so you have the apparent face, the apple, hiding the visible but hidden, the face of the person. It's something that happens constantly. Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. There is an interest in that which is hidden and which the visible does not show us. This interest can take the form of a quite intense feeling, a sort of conflict, one might say, between the visible that is hidden and the visible that is present. "

Breathe.

On a lazy Sunday morning, listening to 'Breath by Télépopmusik' while starring at a ceiling

and thinking 'what a lazy sunday morning', as I hear the voice whispering to just believe.

Moon Safari (1998).

Amour, Imagination, Rêve

Downtempo/Ambient album from the French electronic duo.

This album made me believe that music do change perception.

Station de métro Plamondon.

Feburary 20, 2013.

This free, liberal, and young atmosphere never felt the same way as before.
I love Montreal...

Feburary 14, 2013.

Each and everyday feels different and fresh. Perhaps this is what it's good about being a 19 years old (:

#nowplaying

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I've been re- reading the Hearts of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. This book used to be nothing more than just a required reading in grade 12, but my mind was still intrigued by the ideas presented in the novel even after the term paper was handed in. As one critic of the time put it, the story had become 'a Pilgrim's Progress for our pessimistic and psychologizing age' and I can't agree more based on my experience.

"Droll thing life is- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself." These words hit me hard.

Feburary 11, 2013.

I watched the redux version of Apocalypse Now (1979) again.

The last time I watched it was only back in 2011, but something felt definitely different this time. I could see things that I wasn't able to see in the past and was somewhat able to share the visions of Coppola more closely and naturally.

The opening scene with whirling sounds of choppers and the track by the Doors is simply dazzling every time I see it.