Against the Grain

My life is pretty simple. I go to work. It's not an easy job. Actually, that's an understatement. It's a pretty tiring job, and at the end of the day my brain feels as if it's been fried, or as if it's been almost incinerated. Most of the time at work, I wish I had a doctorate in chemical engineering so I could understand what the heck they're talking about. Anyways, I don't mean to complain. Life doesn't yield at your convenience. So, I finish work around 6, give or take an hour. Then, on 2 of the 5 weekdays I tutor English. Rest 3, I try to catch up on e-mails, blog, read some news, watch movies, or just hit the hay right after dinner. And, weekends? Well, it's only been my first week at work so I'll see what happens on weekends.

Banana milk.

I doubt it has any real banana substance. It's all sugar, food coloring, and artificial flavor. But I love it and it never fails to put a smile on my face. Perhaps, I love it and drink it based more on its sentimental value. I remember when I was a kid, whenever I saw banana milk or stir-fried potatoes on the streets I'd instantly pull out my wallet. The only difference is that I've grown taller and I don't carry a wallet anymore. Well, another difference is that it used to cost ₩600. Now it costs ₩1,000, but I still buy it gleefully, indifferent to the mere ₩400 increase. It makes me happy.

Ah, I can't wait till the weather casts its rainy spell in the summer. With no sun in the sky, I feel as though it'll be easier to lift my head.