Learn to Type in Korean

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Over the years I have learned to type in Korean but always have been dependent on looking down at the keys. This week I finally took the initiative to learn to type in Korean without looking at the keys through an oldschool program called Ttwinst. It’s probably not the best program out there, but it gets the point across and after working on it on and off over the past 3 days I’ve finally mastered the art of typing in Korean. 


If you struggle with typing in Korean too, I recommend you to download the program (or a better program) and learn! 

Cousins and Sisters in Seoul

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Homeless for the Weekend

When I was young my sisters and I used to play a lot of imagination-stretching games. One game we particularly liked to play was pretending to be homeless. My sisters and I would take a paper shopping bag and fill it up with things and wander the "streets". When indoors we would camp out under the dining room table, other times we would camp out in the foyer closet and pretend that we were in the slums. On other occasions we would play this game in the front yard. Sometimes my mom would lock us out of the house and we would REALLY feel homeless. Nonetheless, from a young age I had a fixation on homelessness. Maybe it was from all of the anti-teenage homelessness commercials that used to air in between daytime television shows. 

Last weekend, over the 3 day weekend I decided to spontaneously play the homeless game with Ed. On a whim I declared that we were going to go camping… in Ed’s car!

Ed has a new SUV where the back seats can be converted into a space where you can lay down. I packed up everything in 10 minutes and asked Ed in excitement, “Aren’t you EXCITED?!!” and he replied, “Not really…” I packed a mini mattress for the car, a large towel and a small fleece blanket, marshmallows for the campfire (I don’t know why I thought we would find a campfire), and other bare necessities.  

On our way we stopped by a restaurant and ate some seafood:

We drove off toward an island past Gimpo Airport and toward North Korea. The first night we arrived too late to take the ferry to the island so Ed and I parked in the ferry parking lot and camped out there. Romantic, I know. Luckily there was a stinky but useable bathroom available for us to wash up in – it was so homeless-esque!

We set up our pseudo bed for sleep. The stars were shining brightly and Ed had fallen asleep within minutes of laying down (typical…). I on the other hand, started feeling paranoid because random people would walk past the car to use the bathroom. I slept on alert mode. The way I imagine Frodo and Gandalf to sleep at night.

It was a cold night.

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FRIIIDAYYYY WE SO EXCITED

An Ode to Pesto Priday

Ah, Friday. Glorious Friday.

Glorious 3 day weekend

How I cannot wait for thee to commence

Please, oh please Mr. Weather, please stay nice!

My stomach is eating itself. I'm hungry.

HONGARY I SAY.

Thinking about the pesto whole wheat pasta

That I will make tonight makes my tummy grumble

GRUMBLE I SAY!!!

Oh Glorious, glorious Friday. 

Thank you for today. 

And on the random:

1.     I’m always amazed when I watch my coworker talk on her cell phone in a slight whisper. She’s only 5 feet away, but why cant I hear her? What a gift. 

2.     Showing up to work late is one of the deadliest sins for my department. Officially work starts at 9 am. Majority of the people show up at 8 30. My department shows up at about 8:15. Over the past two weeks I have been showing up at 8:28 and at times at 8:30 on the dot. Once I showed up at 8:33. Today my manager pulled me aside and told me to stop showing up to work late. Humph, talk about anal retentive. At least You don't have to work with the guy. 

Just FYI

I’ve decided that despite our monitored web surfing, and risking the discovery of my blog, I am going to keep blogging at work. Why freaking not? The past week or so has been very, very stressful for myself and I find blogging somewhat therapeutic. If you want to do something, you can make it happen. That's what Oprah taught me. 

Over the past few days I had watched the last few episodes of the Oprah show and wow. That woman is amazing. If you have the time and you are looking for some inspiration, you should watch her last 10 episodes. If not 10 then at least her last 5 like I did. Oprah overdose. The best kind of overdose. 

No space, no bars, no keys!

Last night I was tossing and turning in bed while thinking about everything, nothing and everything in between. I thought about my blog, I really did. I’ve missed this. At precisely 2 am I got an email informing me that I had received a new formspring question, the question simply asked “why no update L” and my thoughts really started to wander.

This reminded me that my blog has in some way given me a cyber community who I mentally communicate with through code. A code called English. On a mystical portal we call the Internet. On a magical device often called a laptop. Which is often mistaken for a netbook (because it is so small). A netbook that is basically an iPad that folds in half. An iPad, the graduation gift my sister received (which she really needed) but wouldn't sell to me even though I offered her 600 bucks. 600 bucks, money that I receive by working. And work, that prevents me from blogging.

I Massage my fingers on these little square mountains and tap my thumbs on this long rectangle valley. Why are these mountains called keys? Do they open Pandora’s box? Why is this valley called a space bar? Why space? Essentially when you hit the space bar all you receive in exchange is a blank break between letters. Why not a blank bar? Why a bar? Can my thumb get a galactic vodka shot from this so called “bar”? Blank valley? The word “space” is not put to justice for space is a magical Neptune of the unknown, not some blank valley. Space. The untouched imagination that has yet to be abducted by the floating swans in outer blank.

As you read this... I am actually hypnotizing you. You are getting very sleepy. You will pull off your pants and put them over your head and go trick or treating around the block but only speak in your best Neanderthal tongue. And then you will wake up feeling completely rested and thereafter wonder why your neighborhood allies treat you like a caged gorilla.