bye bye hk ❤

I have a plane to catch in about 3 hours. I’m packed and ready (I think). But my house is in a state of horrendous mess. Somehow things seem to have piled everywhere after I’m all packed. How is that even possible?

Now I’m sitting on the floor staring hopelessly at all my mess. This was probably what that dog felt in the “learned helplessness” experiment where he kept being electrocuted no matter what he did. Eventually the poor dog just gave up and lay there whimpering after each electric shock. I’m getting close!!

I want to paint my nails. And take a nap. And then, maybe my house will clean itself miraculously.

the boy who cried wolf...

I was listening on the radio today a very heated debate - the bullet train accident in China. If you haven’t heard this news, google it. Anyways, “officials” report that the train was “struck by lightning” and “stalled” and thus, rear ended by another train. Why so “many” quotation marks? Because these so-called “reports” are made from China - that in itself raises serious doubts. Apparently, the railway department has set up an investigation team to investigate…themselves. Another highly doubt-able issue. Even if an “independent” committee were set up to investigate, it would still raise my eyebrows. I am one skeptic Chinese. The craziest thing from this incident was the fact that the crashed train was buried. Yep, buried by officials. WHY? I don’t know. Maybe that’s just how China rolls. And it has been reported that there are 32 dead. 32. Yea, like how General Li made the public announcement about the Tiananmen incident that “No one died.”

And then I just thought, what if, just what if this train incident really was a storm disaster and 32 died and they really found no suspicious cause and so buried the train? What if there really is no shady business going on? How would Mr. Wu think? “For ONCE we tell the truth and damn you all just make up so many conspiracy theories about us. Damn you, world. I will never again speak of the truth!!” Ahh… it’d kinda be like the boy who cried wolf. Except it’d be China who cried Lightning…

door watching..

The good thing about online shopping is that you can do it anywhere, anytime. The bad thing is, you have to wait. I love instant gratification, I want things NOW!!!

Another downside of online shopping is drunk-dialling’s cousin. Yep, drunk-shopping. One time, I had a few friends over my apartment (we were all girls…I wonder if there were boys, would this still have happened? hmm…) Well, we had dinner together and a few drinks. Then we decided it was a perfectly good idea to go onto gmarket.com (this extremely cheap website in Korea) and bought shoes, clothes, and… stuff. I remember it took us a LONG time to finally sort out the payment and it arrived *at my school* the next day. How embarrassing. I didn’t even remember buying anything…

Well, that hasn’t stopped me from buying things online since.

But I do think they should put up a *complicated maths equation* to prevent drunkies buying anything… but not so difficult that I can’t even solve it when sober…just a thought.

Anyways, I am now anxiously awaiting the postmaster to come along…..

I’m going to go back to staring at my door mentally making time go by faster. You mean that doesn’t work? WHAT?

Oh-oh-only you~~

Earlier tonight, in the midst of being extremely captivated by my interesting homework and definitely NOT watching youtube, I looked at the clock and realized it was already 8 pm. Damn..I have no food at home and I didn’t want to eat take out tonight. So I painfully pulled myself away from my homework. (You do realize that I am being sarcastic, right?) Anyways, I headed out to the supermarket nearby and on my way I passed by a busker. What was extraordinary about this particular busker was not the actual busker himself. But the fact that the whole street was strangely empty. (Where I live, it is definitely weird for the street to be empty). And it was drizzling slightly, kind of a Korean drama scene. Oh and did I mention that he was singing, Only You? It was an extremely strange, weird and oddly romantic moment. Maybe I was too hungry and my brain got messed up.

ps. When I was walking by the singer, I almost burst out laughing because I suddenly thought of this scene from an old Chinese movie.

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sometimes i like to people watch and wonder...

Being cheap on rent means I have to commute. Most of the time, I’m listening to my iPod, playing Poker on my iPhone (and get lots of “hey wanna be friends?” messages…how do they even know I’m a woman? I could be a 50 year old naked man with a beer can in my hand), or doing some last minute reading before class, and what not. Well, the other day, my iPhone died on me. LET NOT THAT HAPPEN!? Well, it did. So I just sat there, listening to the hum of the bus and just watched…..

And I began wondering, who are all these people and where are they going? What are their lives like? Take the man sitting in front of me, I can only see half of the back of his balding head. Oh and his feet. Leisurely sprawled into the forbidden aisle. Oh and he’s wearing big wooly socks. And did I mention it’s summer over here (real summer, not like a Minnesota summer).  I wonder why he’s wearing such thick socks? Maybe he just came back from an Arctic expedition and has frost bites? Maybe his dead grandmother knitted those for him and he wears them in memory of her? Well, I guess we’ll never find out.

And then there’s the girl sitting next to me. She’s constantly taking photos of herself. So much so, that I think I will have her face imprinted in my memory forever. I want to tap her on the shoulders and ask her, “Is it the case that you happen to forget your own face every few seconds? Is this why you keep taking photos of yourself?” But I was worried it might not be nice to ask such a thing and really, if anything did happen, I was on a bus and it’s kinda hard to escape.

People watching can be quite fascinating and amusing. Each person has their life, their story, and they momentarily crossed into yours. You might not even notice it, and they will most probably remain a faceless person to you. Maybe when we stop rushing and stop being so self-absorbed in ourselves, we might see more.