2016년 3월 13일 일요일

The danger of haircutting & endless chatter


I hate the hairdresser. I really do. He had totally changed my life from before, leaving me the "well-cut hair". A week after I went to the beauty parlor, all I could feel was a cold, slimy head of a serpent. I looked into a mirror, and hissed in shock. How pathetic I looked in the long body. Then, finally every hair fell down from my body. I got shocked again. Oh my hair!


Then, with a sudden shock, I realized something. This was all because of our local hairdresser. Some might think this as absurd, but that moment, I could argue with everything I had to prove he was the reason for my distress.
 He was the most garrulous person I’ve ever met. He told me his life story which seemed a fabrication. He only focused on his story cutting my hair. Sometimes acting, jumping, yelling… He didn’t even see my head when his sharp haircutting scissors were heading toward my head.
You should know how fictional and useless the story was. I’ll abbreviate for you, but it’s still too long, so I want you to be patient. The story starts with the youth of the hairdresser. I’ll tell you the story as if I were him.


Originally, I was a painter, a desperately poor painter. One day, a friend of mine who was a novelist came to me and suggested a plan: I pretend to be dead, and he sells my works. You know, there were artists who became famous after their deaths. However, death itself doesn’t have significant influence. Death with STORY touches hearts. So he brought me various stories, and one of them was quite good. This is what he wrote.

He is in the dark room. No one could disturb his space, which has been locked for last 10 years. Before he hid in this room, he used to be one of the best artists in the world. But a car accident changed everything. He lost his both arms, and that meant the end of his career. He thought his life was meaningless then. That's why he trapped himself in his narrow cell, running away from the world. However, on that day, with a dim sunlight shining between the curtain, something sparked through his mind. He walked to his canvas crusted with dust. Now he is going to start his art again.
He carefully held his brush with his foot, and dipped it into a pink paint bucket. However, he recognized that the pink paint was all dried. He tried it in several different colors, but they were also dried lifelessly. He couldn't handle his disappointment and anger. He threw his brush away, and it flew to his cat Hannah. She cried, and stared at him. "Oh, I'm sorry." For apology, he passed a can of tuna to Hannah. But as he opened it, he found the tuna was dried up also. "Damn! Nothing's usable in this room!" yelled the painter. Hannah indifferently walked away from the can.
While he was sitting on his sofa hopelessly, something peculiar started to happen. The sunlight from the window got brighter and brighter, and it filled the whole room. It was so bright that he couldn't even open his eyes -- it was a white-out. Everything fell apart, and he mindlessly traveled in the magical illusion. After a few minutes, he could barely have a vision in front of him. saw something in a blurry light, and slowly approached to see it; but he couldn't help feeling disapointed again -- it was Hannah. Nothing wonderful, beautiful, or inspiring, but just his cat. He tried to kick her, but suddenly he felt dizzy and fell.
When he woke up, he was lying on his room. He could discover his cat Hannah lying down on the ground. In front of him, there stood an opened tuna can, and Hannah. This weird dream obviously changed something in his mind. Like the brightness he saw in the dream, he could feel his consciousness was also being lightened. That was the moment he realized the shocking truth that he have been ignoring for a long time -- It has been 9 years since he ran out of tuna cans.
He saw the tuna can which he thought was dried. It actually had nothing in it; it was an empty can, opened several years ago. He tried to recall the memory of the time he fed his cat for the last time, but he couldn't -- Hannah died long ago, but he kept believing that she did not. "It was all in my mind. Oh my god..." he murmured. Then, he reached the thought that he himself is no different from his dead cat. He was also dying alone in the dark room, with a dried paint buckets instead of tuna cans. 

I decided to go with this story. He gave me a new name and a passport. The name was “Mitchell”

           “You must take less than a minute to name it. Who on earth does an artist have that kind of dull name?” I complained. He said, “Ohhhh, I'm soooo sorry, my dear friend, but you can change it anytime! Now you are done with dry bread. Enjoy the rest of your life with a palace, tasty food, and servants. Do whatever you want. Didn’t you say you want to take over KFC? You’ll have enough money for your pieces!”


           
Since young, I always dreamed about being a boss of the chicken restaurant. I am totally confident of frying chickens, and I do love the scent, taste, all of it. I was just captivated. Fortunately, my friend’s plan hit the jackpot, so I could buy stocks of KFC, and finally I could control the company. However, my happiness didn’t last long. One of our chain stores sold a raw chicken by mistake, and someone sent us a written protest. Simultaneously, it was released to the media. People urged a worldwide boycott. Wait a moment, I will bring it for you.

I should have said he doesn't have to. It should be stopped at least at this point. However, I didn’t say anything, and he did bring the letter and started reading.


To. Head of Dunnae KFC Chicken Store
Good Afternoon. Weather has been much warmer these days, though it’s still cold enough or adorable chickens to lose all their body heat during delivery. Well, for you, Head of Dunnae Chicken Store, I reckon coldness did not bother you while frying chickens in front of sparkling oil :D I hope you didn’t freeze yourself last night. What I am really concerned about is the well fare of you oil. Inferring from last night’s bloody experience of chicken party, my friends are pretty sure that you poor oil is mistreated. When I walked into my classroom, half of the classmates were gone. All of them went to the hospital for stomachache. Since the meals school provides are all strictly tested, they are not the reason of this bloody disaster. Then, that leaves only one explanation. YOU. It’s you that mistreated you oil. It’s your oil that failed to cook chicken perfectly. And it’s that bloody chicken that caused this crisis.

I don’t want to read further since there are many harsh words. Well… so I ran away and came here.

            And he started to talk about how he became a hairdresser. DO YOU GET THE POINT OF IT? This is an ABBREVIATION of the original one. Furthermore, I just asked him to cut my hair for 2cm! However, it took more than 3 hours, and he totally messed it up, making it looks like a flying eagle.

Also, the time with him made me painful. I can still hear him laughing, crying, and yelling at me. It's traumatic. Yes.. I’m going crazy.. Now I know what I really have to do: to be the Kungfu master. Let's go to the Shaolin Monastery. I will be back, you hairdresser!! I will shave my head and practice silent performance. Let me see if you can crumble me again! If you can't, then I'll make you bitterly feel the world of kungfu!!

2016년 2월 21일 일요일

love letter to James


Hi, James! You must wonder why I sent you this letter… As you might expect, yes, I have something to tell you.
                I first met you in a math class. Actually I didn’t even know you were in my class, but as the time passed, I glanced at you, thought about you. Going to bed, I always thought of you. When I dreamed about you, I smiled throughout the whole day. Reading this, you might be surprised since I pretended like I don’t see you as a man. I worried about the relationship which can be so awkward if we two are looking at different sides. However, I just wanted to express my feelings. I don’t want to trick myself anymore.
                Every time I saw you, I felt like all my worries and bad moods just being washed out. I wanted to talk to you, but I was afraid – what if you feel uncomfortable? How can such a wonderful boy like you even look at me? But at last, I recognized that this feeling was blown up so large and couldn’t help exploding.
                 Do you know your tiny little curly hairs dangling in front of you is so sexy? As I see it swooshing in the wind when you’re playing basketball, I feel my heart swooshing and being soaked in love. Your bright tinkling eyes urge me to dive in it. Yes… I think… I’m in love with you.
                I really want to know much about you. Where do you live? What do you like to do? I think that we can be close to each other if we know each other better. I’ve seen you on facebook liking the music pages. How cute. Yeah, you must know that you are a sexy, cute, and handsome boy. Yeah, you should know why I am so into you. Do you remember when our eyes met together? Last day I was watching your glowing red moist lips. I imagined your lips and my lips are mixed together. During that short time, I couldn’t get out from you.
               
                James stood, with his hand trembling and lips unable to meet. He tried to remember who might send this letter. However, his math class consisted of 7 boys. He’s going to an all-boys school.

James had never questioned his own sexual identity before. He liked girls, females, women. So, this was… shocking. Actually it’s beyond expression.. 'In the math class? Who were in that class? Thomas? Joe? Isaac?'
                "Oh Isaac..”
                 This couldn’t be him, could he? James shuddered at the idea and the fact that he considered the possibility. However, he couldn’t stop pondering secretly.
The day after, Isaac told him to come to the rooftop after the classes.
                 “It was him….,” James whispered. When he went there, Isaac was waiting for him with the scent of perfume. Isaac said. “Yes… I’m the one who wrote the letter,” with shy smile. “I’m sorry, but I,” before James finish his words, Isaac hugged him tightly and ran away. He lost his mind. He couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t do anything.
                The two were not the only people who were at the rooftop at that time. John, the best friend of James', was there, too. He was napping under the sunshine and woke up because of the strong perfume. He thought that James loves Isaac, as well since he saw the little lift in corner's of his mouth. Inexplicable anger boiled. He told his friends everything he saw.
                James went to school, still couldn’t distinguish if he’s dreaming. While he’s walking through the hallway, he could see some students whisper each other looking at him. All students knew it, but quite differently. For them, Isaac and James are already a couple. James hated that. He hated Isaac.
               However, as he thought about Isaac, he noticed that he couldn't get out of the image and the scent of Isaac. Especially, he couldn't stop thinking about the feeling when Isaac hugged him. 
               Yes. A new, secretive romance starts to make two hearts flutter.