I'm back.

I love Red Bull. Red Bull is actually edible. I didn't really like the fact that it was carbonated, but i like that it's carbonated, now.
I don't feel immediate energy increase when i drink it though. i think it's all psychological. They can't possibly put that much caffeine in a drink. Well, they could, i just don't think it could be approved by FDA. Heck, i'd rather take caffeine pills for quicker energy boost. Red Bull just makes me feel good. and i feel like i should be energetic, not because i am. That's why i drink Red Bull. That's my secret. but i love Red Bull just as much as Starbucks coffee. Okay, maybe not that much. but A LOT. And i feel like one right now too because i'm listening to crappy but fun music. Energetic music, as i call like to call it. Some are "punk" rock, which i think are just "wannabe" rock-but i like it sometimes-, some are techno--i like the beat, most of the times--, some are just funky music that just makes you want to dance no matter where you are.


Anyway. i couldn't concentrate on anything these few hours. Partially because i was listening to my beautiful iPod mini. But it was something else, too. i was just thinking about too many things, you know? Like, school. few years ago, last year, next year, etc. Random thoughts shifting to something else then to another. Just about stuff. It's one of my random moments, i guess.

I chat with the Pretty Boy for quite awhile last night and it made me feel so good. Maybe it was the fact that somebody remembered me(lot of people remembers me, i was kind of a person who made sure to leave an impression--sounds so scary, doesn't it?) and was glad about it. Like, "oh my god, i haven't talked to you for awhile!!!" and really wanting to talk to me, you know? Then i realized nobody in Korea really threw me out of their lives. It was me who stopped for one reason or another. It was me who abandoned everybody then was miserable because i was missing them. I miss everybody. i must say my 6th grade in Korea was THE best year ever. Everything was kinda downfall from there. So 7th and 8th grades weren't all that bad either. just not better. then the downfall took a critical and steeper hill. and well, now my life's just totally shitiful years of a depressed drama-queen banana-asian girl. Whether it was children's innocence that made everybody friends when we were younger, or there really was attraction between the little kids, i loved a lot of people and they loved me. It was nothing like now.

I mean, i'm sure lot of people--friends-- love me now too, but it's not the same, you know? I wasn't depressed then. There was nothing to be depressed about, or more of, nothing that i was aware of to be depressed about. and i pushed them away. anyway. i hope this wouldn't be the last chance to get in touch with them. This was a really random but sentimental feeling. The Pretty Boy really welcomed me and i was overwhelmed.

Anyway. i'm posting two of the Pretty Boy's pictures.
It's impressing how a guy can look like after loosing their baby-fats and growing a little.