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Can you haz big lollay like meh?

During the trip to Seoul last May, Dawn and I met up with our first Korean language teacher. We all met in Ampang and I guess that’s where a couple of long lasting friendships came by. I really like Gloria because I believe she has given me so much faith in myself, and she was also an amazing guide along my way to learning Korean. Although classes in Seoul were fun, I can truly stand up and say that a whole chunk of my Korean knowledge now came from her classes. She’s a Korean herself but she has done so much to adapt herself to the Malaysian culture, in order to teach and convey her messages better to local students.

It’s such a shame she doesn’t teach anymore. I’ve always wanted to introduce my friends to her when they decide to pick up the Korean language.

So anyways, Dawn and I met Gloria when she came to Seoul to visit her family. It was such a conincidence, everything fell in place. Would never have guessed we’d all meet in Seoul. The amazing thing was, we had to take her around the Myung Dong because she had no idea where to go and was so amazed by everything, just like a tourist!

Street promoters were speaking to her in Chinese and Korean to me pfft. Everything gone wrong! We had such a good laugh about it.

That’s the jjimdalg  (찜닭) we’re eating. One of the nice Korean menus too!  Yeap, that’s the one and only dish. If only they had this here in KL. I found a good dalggalbi (닭갈비) restaurant, now I need to find a good Jjimdalg restaurant.

Jjimdalgs are a big plate of marinated chicken in special black sauce, mixed with big flat glass noodles, cooked cucumbers, carrots, and big large chunks of potatoes. All marinated with a sweet scent of honey. It’s also one of the dishes that seem really normal but you’ll keep wanting more after some time. A friend once ate it every single day consecutively for about 1 week.  It’s crazy. It was the first thing I ate upon landing teehee.

She brought us some home cooked japchae (mixed vegetable noodle) which was fergalicious!

Here’s a backdated photo from the Malacca Trip I with Imbalanced Community. We had wantan noodles for dinner.

The main highlight of the picture is…..

that this was taken AFTER the meal and everybody was dying from being too filled up.

Portion was crazy. Only 1/8 of us managed to dunk in the whole bowl.

Hello!

I know I haven’t been updating on a consistent basis, with fully geared post structures. But these brief posts are really addictive. At this pace I think I can blog every single day! Ever since classes have resumed I have been meeting people again – their stories : troubles and dramas.

I love people with stories. Everybody I have paid close attention to has been analysed based on their stories, and most of them had to do with hardships. I’m not implying that I ever select my friends (well, they really just appear in your life.), but I always have a little more favor for those who have been through a hurricane. I don’t know if its because I always believe that I’d have so much to learn from them, or if its just an interest.

And by hardships, I don’t really mean being torn up emotionally from an awful break up. I’m talking about issues that had to do with financial problems, family crisis – things like that. These people have a different vibe about them. A different gaze, way of speech, manner..and for an unidentified reason, an aura. A really refreshing aura that reminds me that there’s still genuine bittersweetness in the world. These people may act or project themselves to be different in order to hide who they are, or who they think of themselves – but when you start to have observed them for a long time, you tend to be able to handpick them out of a big lot.

These people remind me of so many different things in life, really. They unconsciously instill really important values in life to me, giving me a heads up on what to expect in life. Maybe it’s because I have only been observing these people that I really don’t wanna believe that life CAN actually be a bed of roses, even for a moment or two.

People these days are so stuck with the materialistic side of the world – they have lost touch with what the most valuable aspect in life, character and values. Like fresh flowers that bloomed to high up in tree ever since it was borned, it never knew where its roots were. Now, ten smart, capable and rich individuals can stand together but still look bland and tasteless because you can feel their thoughts so scattered up and lost. What kind of information have they been growing up with? Is life really all about sodium, Ipads or Fair Ladys?

Living life once, it’d be great to live luxuriously.

But you can never taste your wantan mee at its nature with all the extra chilli. You’re forgiven for wanting to spice things up, but you shouldn’t forget how you CAN also live without the extra topping. You would still be equally full, but just not content. And the strive to feel contented is unfortunately the roots of many things unreal to the world.

I’m quite analytical when it comes to such things. I don’t know what brought me up this way. I believe there’s not good or bad side to this, just another way of looking at things. We can all have our own opinions.

There are so many scenarios in life that makes me wonder. Why do the bad guys turn up to be the real good guys, and the nice guys always the real mean guys? Why does my mom’s nagging sound like heaven chants 95% of the time? Is that laughing lady really happy?

I also believe that alot of sensitive, but important emotions are kept in a box, in another box, in another one and it goes on. They are secluded in this area where nobody can come close, but if you are patient enough to come sit down and dissemble the box maze, I believe there will always be an answer, that has been sitting there all along – waiting to be discovered.

But some people just want to do it the fast way.

They want to open the box, and if they don’t see anything in it – they close it and throw it away, assuming that its just another empty container. The exact theory applies when it comes to people dealing with another person. They think they have paid enough attention and patience to even bother to open the first lid. When they find nothing, they throw a fit and insist to have given an effort.

I don’t call that effort.

To them, they are giving themselves a start. You know, trying to do the first step and everything.

But in my point of view, if they were to have only taken the first step and choose to give up if there wasn’t any expected result or surprise, it’s just an act of trying to end things that you haven’t really been interested it. And well, since you can’t end it before you start – “Hell I’m just going to screw this.”

Anyways, I’m just blindly writing this because it was never supposed to be a long winded post anyways. I actually just came on to share this picture – I guess it sort of inspired me to say something that had to do with hurricanes.

It was raining elephants that day, had to steal a piece of the paper box.

Ni hao! I am a hamster with a seatbelt.

Or so I was told.

I CAN HAZ POLAROID NAO!

Okay, before anybody starts to jump into conclusion that I’m such a big spender. Getting a new camera only a few months after another brand new one, I didn’t get this  myself. I’ve been eyeing on a polaroid cam since forevah but then I decided not to get it because I know I won’t be able to use it much because of the overpriced films! Ok I elaborate later gotto go out nao and use the kamehrah!!

So anyways, guess who gave it to me?

T__________T

The girl behind da mask!! Fastah guess who very easy wan T_T

Reason No.1 why this post is titled like that :

I’m foreseeing that this will be my only entrance to Zouk for the year.

Well, to be frank I’m not a very exciting person. I like to be nestled up at home, stuck with the computer, some music, a little bit of Youtube – and that’s it. Going out has been quite a headache for me, especially when I will have to be stuck in a place full of strangers. I like meeting people, making conversations and such but if only I were given an option : I’d love to stay home! Quite ironic because I’m in Communications.

Perhaps my life wouldn’t seem so boring because I usually post stuff that I normally do when I’m outside. Welll, I don’t think anyone would be interested to know anything I do when im sitting in. So I usually like to compile such photos (of my outings) and release them to create this conception that I’m very outgoing teehee.Well wait, I think I am outgoing.

Clubs have never been on my favorites-to-go list. Basically I’m not very comfortable with dark and noisy places.

1) Astigmatism never helps you with finding your way through dark place (ie. cinemas, clubs)

2) Noisy places makes you lose your voice the very next day

I like places that gives me the privilege to speak in my normal tone and clubs are definitely not the right place to have  a decent conversation. So this time when I decided to go, close friends were woowahing because I finally said yes to their invitations. This would make my erm most probably third or fourth trip to a club – but my first as to casual clubbing. Well, I can’t exactly say I clubbed even though I did go in because 90% of the time I was either sitting down shielding my eyes from all the laser lights or walking out of the place for a short breather.

But it was still a fun night because I got to meet up with some old schoolmates. Here are some photos from the night!

And also to bermake as if I’m very exciting pfft.

This is Antonio, forgot how I got to know him but he was from Sri Garden.

Emily the cousin who was there that night with Fendi the boyfriend.

Sri Garden crowd : Nicholas and Sabrina, Su Ann, Nat, Emily, Leon

Sabrina, Nat, Emily with Kelvin as kelefeh behind.

Eric who was there to tourguide two of this Singaporean friends. So happened to be there.

The other cousins were there too but over at another section as Davern, boyfriend of Cousin #1 was spinning for the night

This is Cousin #3 : Chai Chou Li

Ginny, Emily, Wai Ken, Antonio and friend. Er, repetitive pose for the day pfft.

So, do I look convincing as DA EXCITING PERSON!!

Hello! This is Francisca and I in Taylors waiting for our class. That’s me stuffing the whole roll of popiah into my mouth.

Semester has been treating me alright so far. Back to KTM, shuttle buses, class, breaks, chitchats, shuttle buses and KTM routine again. Not complaining though! ! I have so many pending photos that I have yet to post : should do it by tonight! Just to, you know – “clear stock”.

Anyways I have a new toy now. Guess what it is!

Hint : It holds time.

Hello.

I am stubborn, but I will listen.

Like, really listen.

Frankly, I don’t have an ambition.

But I have hope.

You don’t need to figure how to solve my puzzle,

You can’t.

Finally it’s time to get back to class after the 2.5months worth of holiday. Usually it will begin to feel too draggy and long but maybe I’ve gotten used to it so it feels like it flew by. As usual project assignments on the first day : but it’s alright, not like we didnt expect it. I think I might just get used to this thing really quickly.

Here’s me one first day, photo credits by Adele’s new WhiteBerry

Ni hao I am Mong Cha Cha Gu Niang pfft