sometimes i wish i was a good writer so i could pen a semi-autobiographical novel or a memoir. everyone probably thinks this about themselves, but sometimes i really do think that some of the happenstances in my life would make great fodder for a novel/movie/drama (korean style, of course! haha). if only i could get it down on paper (or screen/monitor, since i would most likely type up this hypothetical manuscript), i feel like i could finally lay to rest my financial woes and live a comfortable life of sitting around at home reading whatever i wanted all day and every day. i mean, all the drama i experienced in just my college life alone could probably make an entertaining novella, but if you throw in my childhood, and maybe even my family history based on the oral history passed down to me from my paternal grandparents, you'd have a pretty interesting read.
alas (for me, but maybe luckily for you, dear reader), i realize that i haven't been bestowed with the gift for deftly manipulating words, and it's a little too early to start penning my memoir just yet. after all, i feel like i haven't achieved anything substantial that would be worth reading (other than somehow getting myself embroiled in drama constantly, consistently, continuously, etc.), and as of now i'm still waiting for the rest of my life to be written. at the (perhaps-not-so-) tender age of 22, i feel it's a little presumptuous of me to assume people will want to read about my life experiences and reflections, so the world will be spared my memoir/semi-autobiographical novel for now. however, until then, i am going to faithfully record events in my life, both extraordinary and mundane, through various outlets (this blog, my cyworld diary, my paper journal) in hopes that one day i will have enough experience, material, and talent to publish my own life story.
if you've somehow managed to read through all the rambling and reach this point, i commend you. bravo, reader, bravo.
