Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Gary Jules and Michael Andrews - “Mad World” (Tears for Fears cover)
This song kills me.
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Here’s a picture of Vanessa, Joyce and me at our friend Kristin’s wedding about a week and a half ago that Serena took. (She was also shooting the wedding.) Yes, that’s me in a dress. It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen.
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
This is a picture of me and my Grandma, back in January 1986. I’m just shy of 2 years old here. We’re both wearing Korean hanboks. This is also the last time I ever wore a hanbok. Haha. She used to live with us, but went back to Korea by the early 90s. Apparently my Korean was quite good when I was a little kid, presumably because I basically hung out with my grandma all the time. It’s pretty shit now.
Also, another great story about this picture: about 5 years ago, when I was still in college, I came home from Winter Break to find an envelope addressed to me from my high school. I thought that was weird, but I opened it to find my elementary school yearbook (from the town I moved away from in the middle of the school year in 1991!) and a few old pictures, including this one. The pictures were in a smaller envelope with a note written in my mother’s handwriting, explaining what the pictures were. The photos were some I hadn’t seen ever before in my life, so it was incredible to see them. It was the best random act of kindness/mystery I’ve ever been the subject of.
I can’t really think of any explanation for receiving the yearbook and photos, except maybe someone at my old elementary school (which I left in the middle of first grade), found these pictures and looked me up in an old yearbook, found out which new school district I transferred to, and sent it to my high school. Then someone at my high school sent it back to me. That seems a lot of work, but I’m really glad someone did it.
I thank you, mystery person. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.