2007년 5월 17일 목요일
To whoever may concern: Reading this journal of mine, you, my dear reader, will encounter bizarrely obscene contents. This is me. I'm bizarre and obscene. Afer all, what should one expect from a journal of an 18 year-old Korean high school student, deprived of fun, pursuit of interest, and sex in the name of exucation? What's more, I have been instructed to write things that are stranger than fiction. There you go. My life is stranger than fiction. It's a combination of comedy, thriller, horror, and action (but not yet romance or mellow). And it's rated R. Every real life, I fancy, is rated R. I can't come up with a good application essay not because I don't have anything stranger than fiction in my life, but because things that are stranger than fiction in my life suck. I promise though, my dear reader (aka, sneaky friends, sister, and strangers), I will never write in order to be obscene. I will write obscenely only when it's relevant and real to my life.