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#tbt: 2013 highlight

By: forourjxms January 19, 2018January 19, 2018
tbtleessang, sodagreen, sunwoo junga, tanya chua, the seeyaLeave a Comment on #tbt: 2013 highlight

Reflecting back on the songs that ruled the music scene in 2013.

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Review: LEESSANG [HEXAGONAL]

By: mirae September 10, 2017July 9, 2018
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LEESSANG’s 16-song album which pushed the limits of the genre of hip hop.

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my soul is abloom this season โ˜บ๏ธ
๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
I hand made 150 of these succulent planters for a wedding last year. Should I start making them again? ๐Ÿค”
From ๅ–ฎ็จ - Sunfish Week 10 // one year ago around this time I was on my way back to HK and SG for a new season of adventures that changed me in many little ways. โ˜บ๏ธ what a year.
Found this whopper of a novel in my library (probably acquired in the old days of sweeping through used book sales and buying whatever i felt like) and been slowly going through it the last week and a bit. Itโ€™s my first foray back into fiction in quite a while, and I find myself trying to unlearn some bad habits of having been an ENG student for so many years. It was a sprawling ride but I like where it took me ๐Ÿ˜Œ Questions that kept resurfacing were, โ€œHow much do we explainโ€ if we project that our audience wonโ€™t understand? Or if we are partially our own diasporic relearning audience as well? How do we make the world with a deft and precise hand when contending with being โ€œmarginโ€ in the landscape of English literature? Do I like such dense and detailed realism?? Do I??? Did I like this because of or in spite of this density? Still figuring that one out. Ah. books, itโ€™s good to be back. A lot more of you next year I hope.
As I walked toward the past, I met you coming to the future. You said you didnโ€™t really know where you wanted to go. When I turned to the future, I met you returning to the past. You said you missed me. // #ๆšซๆ™‚็„กๆณ•ๅฎ‰ๆ”พ็š„ #joannedeng #StandingRoomOnly
Today I talked about the colour yellow. This is one yellow that has been haunting my heart ๐Ÿฅฐ
Another year, another dragonfly frozen in the ice.
be the wild winds of the lake. be the grass that receives them.

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// ๊ณ„์ ˆ๋„. ๅญฃ็ฏ€ๅœ–. a poetic remembering, or an imagination of seasons. - special prints for some of @projectx40c patreon supporters. theyโ€™ll be in your mailbox very soon with the new looseleaf mag! may sell limited numbers at the launch, only if interest. - ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ๊ณ„์ ˆ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๊ณ„์† ๋ฐ”๋€Œ๊ณ  ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋Œ์•„์˜ค๊ณ  ์ •ํ™•ํ•˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ์•Š๋‹ค. <๊ณ„์ ˆ๋„>๋Š” ๋ด„, ์—ฌ๋ฆ„, ๊ฐ€์„, ๊ฒจ์šธ ํ–ฅ์ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ธฐ์–ต๊ณผ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด๋“ค์„ ์ƒ์ƒํ•ด ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ์ •๋ฌผํ™” ์‹œ๋ฆฌ์ฆˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ๊ตญ ์ •ํ†ต์˜ ็พŽ๋ฅผ ์ƒ์ƒํ•˜๋ฉฐ. ๋‚˜์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๊ณ„์ ˆ๊ณผ ๋งž์ถฐ๊ฐ€๋Š”์ง€ ์‚ดํŽด๋ณด๋ฉฐ.
// when a person enters your life, they bring with them their past, their present, and their future. their entire life enters. their heart, broken easily, so probably have been broken, also enters. - โ€œ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ์˜จ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑด ์‹ค์€ ์–ด๋งˆ์–ด๋งˆํ•œ ์ผ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ์™€ ํ˜„์žฌ์™€ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ฏธ๋ž˜์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์˜ค๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด๋‹ค. ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์˜ ์ผ์ƒ์ด ์˜ค๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด๋‹ค. ๋ถ€์„œ์ง€๊ธฐ ์‰ฌ์šด ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋ถ€์„œ์ง€๊ธฐ๋„ ํ–ˆ์„ ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์˜ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค.โ€ - ์ •ํ˜„์ข… [๋ฐฉ๋ฌธ๊ฐ]
// days like today, i am grateful for the people who continuously give me opportunities, with trust; for the people who believe in my strengths and check in; for the people who invite me, to teach, learn, and share; i am grateful to work with people who i can share a good laugh to end a long exhausted hectic day. - ์ฒ˜์Œ์œผ๋กœ ์ œ๋Œ€๋กœ ์‚ฌํšŒ์ƒํ™œ์„ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งค์ผ ๋…ธ๋ ฅ์„ ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ•œ๋‹ค. ์„ฑ๊ฒฉ์ƒ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค๊ณผ ์‰ฝ๊ฒŒ ์–ด์šธ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ํž˜๋“ค์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํŽธํ•ด์ง€๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ๋ผ๋„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ•œ๋ฐœ์ง์”ฉ ๋‚ด ํ‹€์—์„œ ๋‚˜์˜ฌ๋ ค๊ณ  ํ•œ๋‹ค. - ํ”ผ๊ณคํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ธด ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ๋†๋‹ด์„ ๋˜์ ธ ๋ชจ๋‘ ๋‹ค ์›ƒ์Œ์œผ๋กœ ๋งˆ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ๋Š” ๋™๋ฃŒ๋“ค์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋‚˜๋„ ๊ณ ๋ง™๋‹ค. hereโ€™s to the opening of my second festival.
// an autumn season ago. - ๋จผ ํ‘ธ๋ฅธ ์–˜๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด, ์„ธ์ƒ์— ์˜์›ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์€ ์—†๋‹ค๊ณ ; ๋‚˜๋„ ์•Œ๊ณ ๋Š” ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์–ด๋”˜๊ฐ€์—๋Š” ๊ผญ ์ˆจ์–ด์„œ๋ผ๋„ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ ๊ฐ™์•„์„œ, ํ’ˆ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด; (์†Œ๋‚™๋นŒ โ€œevergreenโ€) - more care for anticipated exhaustion; more comfort in the space i am present; more confusion for what i desire; all with more smiles with his warmth, unexpectedly startling this autumn.
- to hold and to cherish. to carry and to love. - ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์˜ ์ž๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋น„์—ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์€ ์ •๋ง๋กœ ์Šฌํ”ˆ ์‚ฌ์‹ค์ด๋‹ค. - to hold the emptiness decorate with care. - ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ ๋นˆ์ž๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฑ„์šฐ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•ด ์ฃผ๋ณ€์— ๋ฒฝ๋Œ์„ ์Œ“๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋ถ€์‹œ๊ณ  ๊ฝƒ์„ ์‹ฌ๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋ถ„๋…ธ์— ๋ฒฝ๋Œ์„ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์Œ“๊ณ  ์„œ๋Ÿฌ์›€์— ๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ฝƒ์„ ๋ฟŒ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‹ค์‹œ, ๊ณ„์† ๋‹ค์‹œ, ๊ณตํ—ˆ๊ฐ์„ ๋ฉ”๊พธ๋Š” ๋์—†๋Š” ๋…ธ๋ ฅ.
// love this quiet moment - โ€œ๋‚œ ์ง€๊ธˆ ํ–‰๋ณตํ•ด ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋ถˆ์•ˆํ•ด ํญํ’ ์ „ ๋ฐ”๋‹ค๋Š” ๋Š˜ ๊ณ ์š”ํ•˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๋ถˆ์ด ๋ถ™์–ด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํƒ€๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋˜์ž–์•„ - ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ์–ด๋ฆฐ ๋ฐค์„ ์ง€์ผœ์คฌ๋˜ ๊ทธ ๋น›์ผ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋˜ ๋ณด๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€์žโ€ - ๋”ฐ๋“ฏํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ๋Š” ์˜ˆ์œ ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ๋“ค. how to let you know the warmth of these words. when they only exist in these words. ํ•œ ์–ธ์–ด์˜ ๋‚ญ๋งŒ์€ ์–ด๋–ค ์–ธ์–ด๊ฐ€ ์—ด์‹ฌํžˆ ๋…ธ๋ ฅ์„ ํ•ด๋„ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์ดํ•ดํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค.
// traces, emblems, remnants. ... โ€œ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ ธ ๊ฐ€๋Š”๋ฐ ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋„ค i couldnโ€™t do anything even if they were disappearing ์žŠ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์„ ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ ๊ฐ™๋˜ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๋„ ํฌ๋ฏธํ•ด์ ธ ๊ฐ”์–ด even those moments i thought i will never forget are fading away ์˜์›ํžˆ ๋ณ€ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๊ฑด ์„ธ์ƒ ์–ด๋””์—๋„ ์—†์—ˆ์ง€ there was nothing in this world that never changed ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์žŠ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š”๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋”˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚จ์•„ ์žˆ์„๊ฑฐ์•ผ but somewhere what you canโ€™t forget will remainโ€ - ์–ธ๋‹ˆ๋„ค ์ด๋ฐœ๊ด€ โ€œ์‚ฐ๋“ค์‚ฐ๋“คโ€ ... still sad they disbanded.
// (summer) days gone by. ์‹ ๊ฒฝ์“ฐ์˜€๋˜ ๋งŽ์ด ์ง€์ณค๋˜ ํ•„์š”ํ–ˆ๋˜ ํ•˜๋ฃจ. ์›ƒ์Œ์œผ๋กœ ๋ณด๋‚ด ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ณ , ๊ธฐ์–ต์œผ๋กœ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ ๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ๋‹ค. - โ€œํฐ ์ˆจ์„ ๋‚ด์‰ฌ๊ณ  ํŽธํ•ด์ ธ ๋ณด๋ ค ํ•ด๋„ ๋„Œ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ข€ ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•ด ๊ทธ๋ž˜ ๋ณด์—ฌโ€ ๋””์–ด ํด๋ผ์šฐ๋“œ โ€œwallflowersโ€ - looking closely, this album holds so much. it hurts my heart.
// snippets. ์–ด์ œ๋ฅผ ์‚ด์•„๋ดค๋‹ค๊ณ  ์˜ค๋Š˜๋„ ์•„๋Š”๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋‹ˆ๊น. - 1) scenes of korea: hanok village by an artist who told me comforting words when everyone questioned my choices; my dream place for a break by an artist who came here for the first time; familiar landscapes by me. - 2) two years of promise that finally came true. holding my biggest burden and my dearest love. - 3) learning the beauty of our hands with @ladyailyn, molding earth, building strength with air and water. recognizing imperfections and anticipations. and remembering to breathe. - ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ. ์ˆจ ํฌ๊ฒŒ ์‰ฌ๊ณ . ์ฐจ๊ทผ์ฐจ๊ทผ.
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