Caffeine addict,
even for an alcoholic drinks,
I choose the one that is fermented from coffee beans,
Kahlua.
Lactose addict,
having milk almost every morning,
even for an alcoholic drinks,
I choose the one the cocktail with milk in it,
Kahlua milk.
:P
Friday, 29 July 2011
Wednesday, 27 July 2011
H2O plus something else
It is such a gloomy day when h2o plus something else like chlorine or other stuff starts pouring from the blue curtain of earth. I am trying my best to describe the acid rain in a scientific and yet artistic way but it doesn't seem smart at all. Instead, very confusing. Perhaps the raindrops that fell on my head a while ago has penetrated through the fine pores of my skin and into my rain. I am blurred.
Waiting at the laundromat in Seoul this moment, to dry my clothes on this floody day. Writing my blog on iPhone. At this moment, eight years of my life here in Korea pass by in front of my eyes like a film. Wow! Eight years and I'm finally leaving. Part of me can't wait to go home but part of me is worrying. The 'me' that I know back home was 18 years old. I am 26. Unbelievable. It is not that age matters. Just that my life there has been taking a break for such a long time while people who lives there have been going on with their life there. Someone that was there, can be gone now. Some things changed. My grandfather who were there before i left, far gone into another world. My parents aged.
I still remember sitting in the car with my dad when he drove me to tuition center at night. It was like yesterday . At that moment, i was thinking of leaving the house to go study abroad while looking out from the car window as my dad drove. And now, here I am sitting at a laundromat in a country I came to further my study eight years ago wondering if I could adapt well back home.
Rain is not my favorite. But it is amazing how it pull me back into my memory and bring me back my inspiration to write.
A piece of my nostalgia on a day when h2o with impurities falls from the blue curtain on earth.
Waiting at the laundromat in Seoul this moment, to dry my clothes on this floody day. Writing my blog on iPhone. At this moment, eight years of my life here in Korea pass by in front of my eyes like a film. Wow! Eight years and I'm finally leaving. Part of me can't wait to go home but part of me is worrying. The 'me' that I know back home was 18 years old. I am 26. Unbelievable. It is not that age matters. Just that my life there has been taking a break for such a long time while people who lives there have been going on with their life there. Someone that was there, can be gone now. Some things changed. My grandfather who were there before i left, far gone into another world. My parents aged.
I still remember sitting in the car with my dad when he drove me to tuition center at night. It was like yesterday . At that moment, i was thinking of leaving the house to go study abroad while looking out from the car window as my dad drove. And now, here I am sitting at a laundromat in a country I came to further my study eight years ago wondering if I could adapt well back home.
Rain is not my favorite. But it is amazing how it pull me back into my memory and bring me back my inspiration to write.
A piece of my nostalgia on a day when h2o with impurities falls from the blue curtain on earth.
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Moments in Public Transportations
2010.12.15
Early in the morning I took the subway to work. My workplace is about an hour distance from where I stay, but it’s normal for the city people. Most people travel to work every day and one hour journey is a very short one. Some take subways from the east of the city to the west which takes nearly two and a half hours. I used to know people who took trains from the suburban to come to school every day. At first, it sounded crazy to me, a person from a small town where almost everything is walking distance and no public transportation around. In my hometown, if you don’t have a car, you can travel probably with bicycle or a scooter or motorbike. But here in this city of ice, public transportation is widely available.
Today, the subway was as congested as usual. Standing in front of the fully taken seats, hoping for somebody to stand up; it was almost like warfare. Those that were sitting mostly reading or resting their eyes; those who were standing, like me, were mostly trying to be alert glancing here and there, sensing the movement around because every movement could mean somebody was standing up. And to grab a seat, speed matters. The most excellent “seat grabbers”, that’s what I would like to call them, are middle aged female who fight for most of the things in their everyday life. They fight to be in the front line to pay for their grocery; they bargain to get the lowest price in the market; and of course, they fight for their seats in public transportations. They are the best fighters. So, today I happened to stand in front of a male in his forties wearing his everyday suits resting his eyes, Next to her, was a middle size female who was resting her eyes too. However, this lady seemed to fall in her dreaming fantasy land as time passed by; she started to lose the balance and leaned towards the man. Her head was downwards and her arms were holding her bag tightly. As she leaned towards him, his immediately open his eyes and scanned around. At then, he gave a disgusted facial expression and pushed her slightly. She got up. For five seconds. And the same thing happened all over again. This scene got me to think, what if the female was a hot and beautiful young girl, would the man had reacted the same? Well, I guess I would have to try it out next time, lol!
As more people got off the subway, I got a seat. There was another scene which I watched with the feeling of unreasonable and pity at the same time. Here, many old people go around collecting newspaper to earn a living. Every morning, you can spot people in their seventies pushing through the crowed trying to grab every single newspaper they can because every single one could add a little more food to their empty stomach. I have no idea why aren’t their children taking care of them, perhaps some are just alone. And today, when a man who was reading a newspaper moved, walking towards the door to prepare for getting off the train, the newspaper collector who was in her sixties with rough wrinkles all over her face said, ”Can you please leave the paper here before you get down if you have finished reading?”. Her shivering voice piercing through my eardrums, gave me a sense of bitterness. The man ignored her and left with the newspaper. There she was, staring in vain for a few seconds; and then turned around to continue collecting newspaper. It was sad. It could be unreasonable for the man when she requested him to give the newspaper, but she did not say it in an impolite or demanding way.
Here, in the public transportation, some fight for seats and some fight for newspaper that feed their hungry stomach.
Early in the morning I took the subway to work. My workplace is about an hour distance from where I stay, but it’s normal for the city people. Most people travel to work every day and one hour journey is a very short one. Some take subways from the east of the city to the west which takes nearly two and a half hours. I used to know people who took trains from the suburban to come to school every day. At first, it sounded crazy to me, a person from a small town where almost everything is walking distance and no public transportation around. In my hometown, if you don’t have a car, you can travel probably with bicycle or a scooter or motorbike. But here in this city of ice, public transportation is widely available.
Today, the subway was as congested as usual. Standing in front of the fully taken seats, hoping for somebody to stand up; it was almost like warfare. Those that were sitting mostly reading or resting their eyes; those who were standing, like me, were mostly trying to be alert glancing here and there, sensing the movement around because every movement could mean somebody was standing up. And to grab a seat, speed matters. The most excellent “seat grabbers”, that’s what I would like to call them, are middle aged female who fight for most of the things in their everyday life. They fight to be in the front line to pay for their grocery; they bargain to get the lowest price in the market; and of course, they fight for their seats in public transportations. They are the best fighters. So, today I happened to stand in front of a male in his forties wearing his everyday suits resting his eyes, Next to her, was a middle size female who was resting her eyes too. However, this lady seemed to fall in her dreaming fantasy land as time passed by; she started to lose the balance and leaned towards the man. Her head was downwards and her arms were holding her bag tightly. As she leaned towards him, his immediately open his eyes and scanned around. At then, he gave a disgusted facial expression and pushed her slightly. She got up. For five seconds. And the same thing happened all over again. This scene got me to think, what if the female was a hot and beautiful young girl, would the man had reacted the same? Well, I guess I would have to try it out next time, lol!
As more people got off the subway, I got a seat. There was another scene which I watched with the feeling of unreasonable and pity at the same time. Here, many old people go around collecting newspaper to earn a living. Every morning, you can spot people in their seventies pushing through the crowed trying to grab every single newspaper they can because every single one could add a little more food to their empty stomach. I have no idea why aren’t their children taking care of them, perhaps some are just alone. And today, when a man who was reading a newspaper moved, walking towards the door to prepare for getting off the train, the newspaper collector who was in her sixties with rough wrinkles all over her face said, ”Can you please leave the paper here before you get down if you have finished reading?”. Her shivering voice piercing through my eardrums, gave me a sense of bitterness. The man ignored her and left with the newspaper. There she was, staring in vain for a few seconds; and then turned around to continue collecting newspaper. It was sad. It could be unreasonable for the man when she requested him to give the newspaper, but she did not say it in an impolite or demanding way.
Here, in the public transportation, some fight for seats and some fight for newspaper that feed their hungry stomach.
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Monday, 13 December 2010
Replicas
Working in a trading company, browsing products and calling wholesaler every day kind of makes me want to start my own business. Yesterday I was browsing on this websites call Alibaba.com which is quite famous for all the suppliers, vendor, and manufacturers and trading companies, I found that there are many wholesalers that offer superb deal for MAC cosmetics. And it just hit me that I should start selling these stuffs online. So I decided to open another facebook account as a start for my new online store. I was thinking about attractive names for the store, such as Always on Sale, Sexy Nerd, and so on. Funny names I know. But I thought I need something catchy. Surfing again and again on Alibaba.com for hours after I got home, and doing the same thing at work. Hm… Finally I chatted with a wholesaler around lunch time. She is a very nice person, I think it’s a she, not sure though. And found out that the cosmetic products that they supply are all replicas. Hm…how the hell on earth people doing illegal business online? And why is this happening? And so I googled Mac cosmetics replicas, and thousands of websites appeared. Half of them were wholesalers. Wow, amazing! Now I started to doubt those cosmetic products I got from the internet (just a few since I don’t buy many online). Luckily all my Mac products are from Duty Free Shop, I guess they should be safe. Or not? Hmm… This world is unbelievable. Everything that seems nice from the outside might not be nice afterall.
Now I am browsing back for other products that have potential market and NOT FAKE!
Now I am browsing back for other products that have potential market and NOT FAKE!
Saturday, 11 December 2010
Restless night
Some nights, you could just fall into sleep as soon as you lie down on the comfy bed. Some nights, no matter how you try to sleep, you are still widely awake. That is called restless night. Many factors can cause restless night, for instance high dose of caffeine consumption, or having money problem. Tonight, I am restless because of the coffee I had, and also some other problems. As I mentioned a few days ago that I am currently working part time in a small trading company, I have no income in the last month of the year. Having no money with debts in my account due to the loan that i got from my credit card, I could not help thinking about money. I am not that kind of person who concern too much about money. I always believed that money will come itself, somehow. But having no income triggered my security and faith. People around me always wonder why am I not flying home for holiday and so on,it is because I am not financially available for that. Besides that, got a job offer but couldn't decide whether to take it or not has been really harsh on me. I don't show it but I am having a hard time thinking especially when I am kind of in the middle of jobless and part time worker with no money. Broke! If you asked me now, do I want the job? My answer would be 'Yes' if my boyfriend is continuing his job here. Or else...I am not sure. Doubts grow from a small seed into a huge tree now. I don't really know what to do and there's 8 days left before I have to decide. What should my final decision be? And will it be a wise one? I have no idea. Restless night should end now. I just had some milk and hopefully it will help me sleep. Good night.
Friday, 10 December 2010
Gaining Weight
Shocking news! I am currently 160cm and about 51 to 52 kg. Today, the scale hit 53 kg after two years. This happened after I left the horrible lab. Shit! I have to start to watch my weight. The food that I am eating. I think I had too much junk food. Gonna start taking care of myself from now. :)
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