tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48618746251953073972024-03-14T02:41:49.448+09:00Wanderlust.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.comBlogger237125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-55844950904064514502014-08-27T04:15:00.003+09:002014-08-27T04:15:38.392+09:00About a year ago....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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That's how I feel about the color orange and pandas and the perfume aisle in Sephora.<br />
But most of all that's how I feel about the word <b>wanderlust</b>.<br />
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It's borderline ridiculous how much I stress over, "when will I get to go?" I promise you I have a list of about 20 places I'd want to go RIGHTNOW if possible, and a list of another 50 that are MUST SEE SOON!<br />
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And this is why I have become an insomniac (among other things).Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-51221404700028561562014-05-02T23:15:00.001+09:002014-05-02T23:15:09.797+09:00AIRPLANES ARE THE BEST I HAVE PROVEN ITYou know airplane mode on your phone, right?<br />
You probably never use it, but it's there.<br />
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Well, I learned a trick. And that trick is sometimes we get distracted by our phones and messaging people and Facebook and whatever else is there to distract us. But AIRPLANE MODE! You still have your music, you still have your games... no distractions.<br />
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I put my phone on airplane mode for 3 days. The goal was to figure myself out. It wasn't seeming very hopeful. I'd done this once before... it got cut short after 1 day but that 1 day was an incredibly uplift that I wasn't expecting. But then it hit me. Everything. And I wrote it down, on paper, like an old fashioned nut. I like paper. I like handwriting things. I like scribbles and ripping pages out. I'm a paper kind of person.<br />
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And I did it. I figured myself out in 3 days. No not completely. But I got back in touch with who I am, I figured out why I've been acting like someone I don't recognize... I learned how to see my self-worth. Something I've never in my whole life been able to do before. I saw myself as something. As a person worth loving, as a person that could potentially make a difference in this world, as a person with a humble pure heart dedicated to helping others. And that's the person I want to be. That's the person I'll become. And I'm glad I figured it out.<br />
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The only problem is all the anxiety that came with turning my phone off of airplane mode. I cannot believe how stressful today has felt. When you send a text message and you're waiting for the response.... ohhhh myyyyy goshhhh. Airplane mode for the rest of my life please, you can reach me by email.<br />
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And secretly the best part is this somehow revived my love for the Jonas Brothers :). I will forever want to be Nick Jonas's boo. That's right, I said boo.<br />
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This second one is my anthem... gee whiz my poor neighbors. (I've had a sore throat for 2 weeks... )<br />
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Here's a non-crappy non-live version... I just had to include the live because hello... Nick Jonas.. bicepstricepsIwanttokissyou.<br />
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<br />Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-58572042785500732292014-04-17T03:45:00.000+09:002017-12-04T12:08:36.091+09:004/17Dear self,<br />
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Here's what you need to realize. In the past year, you've learned more about life than you have in the other 25 years combined. You've never been happier, but you've also never hurt as much.<br />
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And what you didn't realize before is that pain comes in many forms. Pain comes in the form of loneliness, in the form of regret, in the form of deciding between your head and your heart.<br />
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And here's the other thing about pain. Pain comes when you aren't focused on yourself and on your needs. Pain comes in the form of "if I did such and such, what would so and so think?"<br />
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I distinctly remember my high school friend Rachel telling me one day, "The guy you marry will be so lucky because you will have so much love to give him." She saw something in this pathetic devotion to these guys that I didn't. And you know what? She was right. Every relationship I've had since, whatever love I had, he'd get it all. He'd get books just because. Just because once we were in a bookstore and he commented on how awesome a book looked, but couldn't justify buying it because of the price. And a couple weeks later, in the same bookstore, I thought of him. And I bought him that book, just because. And you know what? He didn't even say thank you when I gave it to him. I remember. I was sitting across from him and we were eating at our usual lunch spot (for the last time) and I said, "here's your present" (I told him before what he was getting), and without saying a word, he stuffed it into a pocket in his uniform. Like my thoughtfulness meant nothing.<br />
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And then there was the time I was willing to do anything to keep a boyfriend who didn't have time for me. He didn't care. I bought him a burrito and he said "I'm not hungry" which I didn't understand at all because he hadn't eaten all day and I was starving. So I quietly ate my quesadilla that I had ventured out to find on my own while he talked and played online with his sister as if I wasn't even there.<br />
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And then there was the time I bought my boyfriend an expensive just because present to hopefully make his tiring and busy work schedule a little bit more tolerable. And of course he said we needed to take a break the day I mailed the package, which I perceive as a break-up despite his random upbeat texts to check on me since. And because of the wonderful Korean post office I spent all week tracking down that just because present. And even though the store said I couldn't have a return, only an exchange, I think the woman could see the sadness in my eyes (she helped me pick out the present) and ended up letting me just have a refund.<br />
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So, self, this is what I've concluded. You have so much love to give. So much that the loneliness hurts even more despite your best efforts. And obviously you've been giving this love to the wrong person. And you're just hoping that buying bathmats for the latest receiver of presents will appreciate and reciprocate your love. You're hoping he wasn't lying and just full of words. Because as we know, words are just words. And he had a lot of them.<br />
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Why would you buy someone bathmats? Why would you care that much that he has a bathmat instead of a towel on his bathroom floor? And TWO bathmats? Really, self?<br />
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But even if it isn't him, it's someone else. It really is. He's there somewhere. Sometimes you get confused. You know why? Because you want stability, something you've never had at any point in your life. And you just want love. You want all the love you give to have a point. You want it reciprocated. You want it to have a happy ending. And you don't want anymore guys that say how much they want to have babies with you just for them to change their minds after a couple weeks with you. And really, you don't want to have to dread or cry at the thought of your birthday because you don't feel like you're worth something and you're loved and that all that love you've been giving has gotten you somewhere positive. Not to another dead end.<br />
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Self, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've made bad decisions, even if I had the best intentions. And dear dear heart, I feel the most sorry for you. You can't have the one you really want. He's miles and miles and miles away and you are months out of his mind. And your second, is the happiness he gives you worth the unhappiness you'll have to go through to be with him? And your gut... why was it wrong? Funny right? They say to go with your gut. You chose. And a couple days later, you get told you're unwanted. You're not enough for some reason and you're flawed, and you think you must just be one of those people that people have to get to know really well to truly understand.<br />
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But self, you know what? Someday Rachel will be right. Someday you'll find that guy that deserves all this love that is seeping out of you, begging to be sopped up by some wonderful perfect match. One day you'll look forward to your birthday because it'll be a special day to be spent with someone special. One day you'll get a just because present. Even if it's a bathmat. Even if it's a book. Even if it's a freaking burrito.<br />
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My dear heart, dear dear heart. You work so hard for me. And I've just put you through these painful situations. But one day, dear heart, you will beat happily. You will be patched up I promise. We're learning but we're getting there.<br />
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AN ANIME.<br />
ME.<br />
I know I've had phases with Asian things but this... I never thought this would happen.<br />
But here's what happened.<br />
I met this man.<br />
We went to Starbucks and shared a bee cake chocolate delicious high calorie thing.<br />
And he explained to me how wonderful animes CAN be and how much they can do with them.<br />
Basically not all anime is Sailor Moon....<br />
So then I've been thinking.<br />
I wonder if I would like anime.<br />
The good kind.<br />
The kind that blows your mind and makes you think.<br />
Because apparently at Starbucks I learned that anime like that is made.<br />
So I asked for recommendations.<br />
And I got one.<br />
And now... I'm watching it.<br />
So far I've made it through 2 minutes.<br />
Only like 1,000 minutes to go and I've officially watched my first anime.<br />
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AND THIS IS WHY LIFE IS AMAZING. Sometimes people come into your life and if you have an open mind, everyone can teach you something or make you look at something differently.<br />
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I also pinned a ton of things like Portugal. I am so obsessed with Portugal and it's a really weird thing to be obsessed with. And the saddest thing about it is that I won't be able to go for at least another 2 or 3 years based on where my life is headed. Oh Portugal. :( How I dream of you.<br />
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I finally was able to go back to the gym today except it's Thursday evening. My gym is randomly closed on Thursday evening. How great is that. I guess it's good that I have zero weekend plans... nothing like spending the Friday night at the (hopefully empty) gym.<br />
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Once I get off work I go straight home and I'm so cold and I can't get myself to leave again because that requires walking somewhere for at least 10 minutes. So I'm bored. I can't wait til my work schedule goes back to normal.<br />
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Basically, yeah. My life is boring. I'm stressed trying to plan my future. I need better goals. I need a more positive outlook. I know what I want, and I know what I need. I just don't know how to combine them.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-19017562831041737552014-01-14T20:29:00.000+09:002014-01-14T20:29:21.923+09:00MERGHTired of Facebook and babies and weddings etc.<br />
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Too cold.<br />
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Once you ask a price that'll lead to bargaining it's hard to walk away. At least I have some more stable boots.<br />
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Catching up with old high school friends is AMAZING, especially when I can do so in Korea and play with a baby.<br />
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I suddenly want snow to justify my coldness. Winter without snow is like mountains without peaks. I just made that up. Is it lame or good? I don't know<br />
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Incredibly sleep deprived, but totally worth it. :)<br />
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Song, duh.<br />
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But now... it's just... dust collecting.<br />
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So let's start fresh. Well, fresher than lately.<br />
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I like reading books. Right now I'm reading Running with Scissors by somebody. It's pretty much his life without being quite like what you would think of as a biography. I guess I like memoir type of books considering I read almost every David Sedaris book.<br />
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I like sleeping. I don't do this nearly enough and a change in work schedule doesn't help at all.<br />
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I like painting my nails. This is common. Very common.<br />
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I like taking showers. I wish I had a bigger shower because then I could be super super warm.<br />
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And today I had a sad day so I'm watching The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. I've always wanted to watch it. Always. What a weird movie to always want to watch. But I was never in the right mood. I needed a sad day.<br />
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Ever since Beyonce's album came out I haven't listened to much else. I assigned a few songs as homework for one class. They went home and listened and they liked them! And I felt really happy, as if I had written the songs myself.<br />
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But really, how can you listen to this and not enjoy it?<br />
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Future engagement pictures? Yes please!<br />
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My Dave Franco obsession has been rekindled. He's like all over the place now and OH MY GOSH DAVE AND JAMES CUDDLING. I can't get over this. I still have to marry that man... good thing I already have our engagement photos planned.<br />
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I really don't know where I get this stuff from...<br />
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Again the Dave Franco obsession. Can I please frame this? This is just way too glorious.<br />
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And of course, to end with a song...<br />
Have you heard these girls yet? Amazing...<br />
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<br />Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-77119280908131835342013-11-17T02:35:00.002+09:002013-11-17T02:35:25.734+09:00Dear SelfDear Self,<br />
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You are not a failure. You are not. You are wonderful. You are beautiful. You are funny and charismatic when you want to be. You're quirky and weird but generally positive and helpful to others. And most of all you have a big heart. Not the biggest of all the hearts but for the people that matter... it's freaking huge. And sometimes that heart gives out love. And sometimes that heart gives out love to people when it should stop giving love to those people. And then those people do things that give you even more reason to give them your love. But they don't want it. They don't want it anymore. And that hurts, right? All that love you have, and the one you want to give it to doesn't want it. Instead he just treats you like a lady and respects you, but just lets you go. And what's the point? There's no point. I don't think you'd be in this much pain if this love wasn't real. It's real. This is what real love feels like. And it hurts. And what do you do next? And you know what I've told you all along? It's still true. It's worth it it's worth it it's worth it. And why? Why would you rather hurt than move on? Why would you rather go through pain than forget about it and let it be in the past? Why can't it just be the past? It can't be the past when you still want it to be the future. And you still want it to be the future :(.<br />
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Loving him and all of his pieces. What a useless trick.<br />
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Bitter love,<br />
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You<br />
<br />Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-37569934256631557842013-11-16T17:11:00.002+09:002013-11-16T17:11:26.280+09:00November SchmovemberAccidentally losing weight? Yes, please. At least for another 7-12 pounds. And then we'll see.<br />
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My friend Natalie introduced me to this song and I'm in love.<br />
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Have you ever broken up with someone and fallen even more in love with him/her?<br />
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Well, folks. Somehow both happened to me today.<br />
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I'm hopeless.<br />
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This deserves a jam song!!!!<br />
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This girl is amazing. Love her immediately. Listen to all her songs. You must you must you absolutely must.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-76461283602483285402013-11-04T00:15:00.000+09:002013-11-04T00:15:42.697+09:00Thankful.I don't know if you know this, but this is easily the most significant year of my life so far. So much has happened to me this year, and although location wise and job wise I'm pretty much in the same place, I have grown so much emotionally and mentally.<br />
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It's November and everyone is blowing up Facebook with all the things they're thankful for... but it's all the same things again and again. So here's my unusual list of things I'm thankful for.<br />
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I am thankful for:<br />
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+my newfound ability to cry<br />
+my maturity<br />
+loving and caring strangers<br />
+my health despite my lack of attention to it, and the ability to get healthier in the future<br />
+all the flower shops in the world<br />
+language barriers<br />
+nail polish<br />
+reconnecting with old friends<br />
+Youtube covers<br />
+finding songs exactly when you need them<br />
+logic<br />
+love love love, even if it hurts sometimes because it's worth it and someday it'll stop hurting<br />
+content alone time, and not lonely alone time<br />
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This song... I love this song. For my birthday this year I was supposed to be in Thailand but instead I was stuck wandering around Seoul for an extra 5 days. It was a pretty low few days, but this song helped me so much, and it still does. The lyrics are amazing and my favorite, "it's okay not to be okay." Because it is! It's okay to go through rough times because it's going to happen. You can't fight it. And it's okay to not enjoy them. But it is really nice to look back and be proud of yourself for how you handled it and got through it and someday it'll be okay again.<br />
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<br />Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-260603057316393322013-10-22T02:13:00.000+09:002013-10-22T02:13:08.870+09:00white girl can't danceMe: I'm going to learn how to twerk.<br />
Nate: It's not that I don't think you can do it... but by the time you actually learn no one will be doing it anymore.<br />
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He's probably right.<br />
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I have a major soft spot for Kpop songs I loved when I started loving Kpop.<br />
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But I know music.<br />
And this is good music.<br />
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<br />Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-82253616069196267722013-08-20T22:41:00.000+09:002013-08-20T22:41:08.132+09:00Really, I'm the luckiest. :)<br />
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Fine, he's still flawless. Whatever.<br />
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Also, my life is awesome. Thanks for asking. :) Maybe I'll have something worth updating about soon haha.<br />
<br />Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-73447855855559504352013-07-10T01:01:00.002+09:002013-07-10T01:01:56.355+09:00I've been reading too much.I read 3 David Sedaris books and just started my 4th. I read most of The Phantom Tollbooth. I read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. I read a book about someone who escaped North Korea. Actually that one was my favorite but I don't remember the name. Something about Escape From Camp 14. Oh look I remembered it.<br />
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We have these stickers as a reward system and a page of stickers equals a prize. The kids can get up to 3 stickers a class: 1 for homework, 1 for a perfect daily test grade, and 1 for participation. For the participation point I decided to start asking the kids questions and they have to answer to get the sticker. For example, I might ask, "What is your favorite season and why?" I try to be more exciting like, "If your mom gave you $20, how would you spend it?" First, the most eager student usually says a car. But after I explain how much $20 is, he or she will immediately say "snacks." Actually in the book that was one of our questions today but it was $100. One student said a house while another said a car. I had to write in Korean won how much $100 is, and the girl answering the questions said she wanted to buy notebooks and pencils. It drove me crazy and I said a sarcastic comment like, "wow that's a lot of notebooks and pencils" but she held strong to her answer. Anyways, I usually go with boring questions because even with exciting questions the students have boring answers.<br />
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Well today I didn't feel like asking questions so I told them to ask me a question (our lesson was about questions anyways so score!). I should've known what I was setting myself up for. One of the students asked if I had a boyfriend, and when I said no, she and her friend gasped. "But you're so pretty!!!!" Then the friend asked my age, and when I said 25, they gasped again. "You're so young!!!!!!!" Wow. It actually went pretty well until one student asked, "Do you think you're pretty?" .... Uhhh let's not pull out the self-esteem issues.<br />
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It was all very flattering, unlike this morning when I was nonchalantly walking to the grocery store. I was tapped on the shoulder, so I immediately thought it was my friend because I always, ALWAYS, run into him at that store. I turn around to see a middle-aged Korean man. He asks "boyfriend??" And I said, "No." And he asks, "Know Korean?" except he didn't get an answer because I was already walking away. What he didn't realize was that my "no" wasn't "no, I don't have a boyfriend" but "no I will not let this happen to me" and "no I will not accept this reality." I feel like this is my fate...<br />
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Your reward for getting to this point is a video of baby pandas.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/XM0Ms5ga7cc" width="560"></iframe>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-5961457218737780072013-06-19T02:20:00.001+09:002013-06-19T02:20:27.938+09:00This post has been brought to you by insomnia.Lately I've been going through this Super Junior/Kangin aversion. I'm just not into it anymore, okay? I'm growing up. Their music... their music. :( That's it.<br />
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So my computer is flooded with pictures of Kangin. Like, I have more pictures in my "Kangin" folder than all the other folders combined. In fact, my pictures are divided into 4 main folders: Kangin, Others (which is Kpop but not Kangin), NonKpop, and Pandas. I did not make this up. This is my life.<br />
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But now I got rid of the Kangin folder because, hello, aversion. So now there are only 3: Others, NonKpop, and Pandas. But since there's no Kangin, Others needs a new name.<br />
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And then I cleared my desktop of Kangin pictures. These 3 things were the only things left.<br />
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<i>I swear I am not making this up. </i>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-27466704223800903782013-06-05T00:44:00.001+09:002013-06-05T00:44:18.124+09:00SecretsCan I tell you a secret? I'll tell it in the form of a story.<br />
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One day I went to Thailand. I left Korea and I got on an airplane and arrived very very very late at my hotel after an overpriced cab ride and when I woke up the next day I forgot about this, so I unexpectedly woke up hot and sweaty and in Thailand. Very different from Korea where I was still wearing long pants and sweaters.<br />
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And the last thing I wanted to do was get on a plane at the end of the month going back to Korea.<br />
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The last thing.<br />
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The very very very very last thing.<br />
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"How can I get out of my contract?" I thought. "If only I hadn't of left all my stuff at my new school... then I could just sneak away and go home..."<br />
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And I had fun. Believe you me, I had a ton of fun. But at the beginning and end of my trip this return to Korea was looming over me.<br />
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But I haven't even been back a week yet and I cannot believe how amazing my time here has been. I think I've enjoyed myself more in the past week than I did most of my time in Daejeon. I got to go back and visit my kids and that was probably the best surprise at all.<br />
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And my job has just been so much more relaxed and organized and a lot less work. I was really scared about starting my new job... that's natural right? But I just told myself if I just smile and am nice to everyone then everything will be okay. And that's what I did! And I really like everyone and I think they like me too.<br />
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And I told myself I'd try harder to make friends. And I am already so busy for the next couple of weeks meeting new people and going to different activities.<br />
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Like I truly truly truly couldn't have imagined that things would've worked out this well.<br />
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And that's my secret. I love Korea again. And I want it to stay this good for a long long time.<br />
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Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-23902752647663884002013-05-20T23:38:00.001+09:002013-05-20T23:38:31.384+09:00First full day in Laos!Today was amazing and awesome, but let me back up and start with yesterday.<br />
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I left Chiang Mai at 9am on a bus. The bus got to Chiang Khong at 2pm ish. And let's get this straight... Instead of a bus station Chiang Khong has like a little covering on the side of the road. You never know when to get out until you see that your bag is on the ground. From there we had to take an overpriced tuk tuk to the immigration. Immigration is literally a small room on the side of the road. So they stamp you out of Thailand. Great. Where's Laos? Oh, across the river! Then you have to pay for an overpriced boat to cross the river, where you'll then be met by another small box on the side of the road with very slow people that take 30 minutes to make a visa. Good thing there were only three of us... I can't imagine waiting in a long line for that. It was over 40 degrees Celsius out too... From there I took a truck to the bus station and bought an overnight bus ticket to Luang Prabang. It was just the weirdest immigration experience I've ever had. <br />
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Anyways my VIP bus was more like VOP (very ordinary person) but whatever. Still able to sleep. Got to town at 5:30, ride into town by 6... Walked around for an hour because even sleep deprived at 6am I refuse to be ripped off on a room. Found one at 7, showered and SLEPT.<br />
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Please don't stop reading! I'm saving the best story for last! So you'll keep reading, right? RIGHT? Good!<br />
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I woke up and ate delicious food, found a free tourist map at the tourist information building (genius!), found an even cheaper place to stay, got a new memory card for my camera because mine is FULL, made some Canadian friends when we stopped at the same time at the same drink place. <br />
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Funny side story: during our chat one of the guys mentioned he was sick in the morning so he waited until now to take his malaria pill. Yes. Malaria pill. Malaria is one of my biggest fears in life and I don't know why, but it is. Probably because it can kill you and mosquitoes love me, but anyways. In Thailand I constantly googled to make sure there wasn't malaria where I was, and somehow I never bothered to check when I decided to go to Laos. I had to frantically search the town for malaria pills and after talking to 3 locals, two pharmacies, and one girl from Holland, I got some malaria pills and figured out how to take them (the instructions were confusing! Hence the girl from Holland's help). Yes! <br />
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Okay now for your funny story. Since I'm alone booking a tour isn't easy, so I've had to talk to multiple tour agencies. I walked into one and saw 3 guys and two desks. One of the two guys at the first desk just looked at me and pointed to the other guy, so I talked to him for a few minutes. He only had info about a cave and waterfall package, and I wanted kayaking and elephants. "ah, adventure? That guy." He points to the other desk. I look over and realize the non pointing guy at the first desk was this guy completely passed out sleeping on the desk. "Um, that guy?" I say. "The one that's sleeping?" He looks over... Stands up... Sits down. "Yeah. Maybe come back later?" Will do, sir.<br />
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Day one Laos, complete.<br />
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Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-92104667887090666012013-05-18T03:14:00.001+09:002013-05-18T03:14:53.311+09:00HowardOh bloggy I have so much to tell you. No one mentions how hard it is to type via iPhone or iPad. At least a blog post. I've started and given up on about 3 blog posts. Sorry.<br />
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Well I have a story worth telling now. It's about Howard. My German friend and I were really dying from the heat after dinner and decided to go for a walk. We ended up at a bar/restaurant for Cokes and smoothies and there was a "great view" promised, so of course we ended up on the top floor. On the top floor with Howard.<br />
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Well we happily ordered and talked until 2 minutes later this expat man comes up, pretty clearly drunk. "I just thought you should know, last night they were playing Chinese covers of Elton John." <br />
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....what? <br />
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"I got mad and complained to the owner. I'm the customer! Play the original, the original!, not this Chinese cover. And I showed how annoyed I was by leaving after one drink. And they played this Thai I don't know what it was music too. But tonight they're playing the original. I thought you should know. Gimme five baby gimme five." <br />
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I am not your baby, I won't give you five. <br />
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"They're playing the original tonight because of me! The owner probably thought I was the FBI of music... He was probably checking the copyright..." <br />
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My German friend asked him politely, "so what do you do in Thailand? Do you work?" And Howard replied, "work? .... No I can't be bothered with work." And continued his discussion on being the FBI of music.<br />
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You can imagine 5 more minutes of this. After which he said "why didn't you give me five? Are you shy? I did a great thing. They're playing the original because of me. The least you can do is say thank you." <br />
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Okay. Thank you. <br />
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"No I want you to say THANK YOU HOWARD."<br />
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.......... Thank you Howard.<br />
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He left. <br />
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10 minutes later they played the "Chinese Elton John" and he of course had to comment. And the rest of the time I heard him making comments on our conversation... The most random and notable being "you're young. You should have a job. I'll give you a job.." And at that we left.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-31973226278684660892013-05-08T22:03:00.001+09:002013-05-08T22:08:53.985+09:00The travelsWell, I have been in Thailand for a week now. Honestly, Thailand is exactly what I expected- nothing more, nothing less. But I've still enjoyed it so far. :)<br />
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I spent a week in Phuket relaxing on the beach and then took the overnight bus to Bangkok, where I am now. I should mention I woke up early and vomited multiple times the day I had to take the bus. I seriously walked around all day with wet tissues (what do Americans call these? I forget) on my forehead trying to bring my fever down. Didn't even care. Luckily after sleeping the entire 12 hours I woke up fever less!<br />
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I'm excited about Bangkok though :). I like big cities. I'm surprised at how modern Bangkok is, but it still has that spunk that less developed places have. I can't explain it. They also have this water taxi which is SO cool!!!! It's basically like a subway system but on the river! So smart right? <br />
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Also I started doing the panda faces blog again so I'll try to put up pictures daily. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVBX0R7vj3ct3BB1pZ3JsaGFqkiMiPsMWg_5dN5SyBrnuCIqcQDEJZiiEdv_Tv6eLZ0cFQgITjv7mHqlAUAFPMBJ_5hpKPTBQdjtDRDH59eC2ERxZneajqWgmaEimgKDemMvImwG8pk0/s640/blogger-image--112952811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVBX0R7vj3ct3BB1pZ3JsaGFqkiMiPsMWg_5dN5SyBrnuCIqcQDEJZiiEdv_Tv6eLZ0cFQgITjv7mHqlAUAFPMBJ_5hpKPTBQdjtDRDH59eC2ERxZneajqWgmaEimgKDemMvImwG8pk0/s640/blogger-image--112952811.jpg" /></a></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-43012867966254445682013-04-29T23:39:00.001+09:002013-04-29T23:39:12.206+09:00Dumb stressToday I got a dumb little stamp on the back of my Alien Registration Card. The same dumb stamp that the mean immigration lady wouldn't give me in Daejeon. The same dumb stamp that ruined my week and gave me multiple panic attacks. The same dumb stamp that caused me to splatter paint my shoes to relieve stress. The same dumb stamp that kept me in the country an extra four days. The same dumb stamp that I keep staring at every hour to make sure it doesn't disappear.<br />
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And I was so excited after that I went SHOPPING and bought a sports bra because no one should have to deal with an underwire when on vacation.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861874625195307397.post-87486922097904202312013-04-11T20:06:00.000+09:002013-04-11T20:06:16.287+09:00There are so many grammatical errors out there in the world just waiting to piss me off....Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03189984178205042615noreply@blogger.com0