3 years later...

It's funny how I stumbled upon my old blog as I was on my old iMac...I started to read the last two posts I had written:
1. I babble a lot.
2. ...I babble a lot.

But it was kinda refreshing remembering how I used to write a lot. In the past 3 years, I haven't done much "blogumentation". (gross. did I just say that?)
Anyways, it's interesting that the second last post was about my "post-uni" life and how it was time to make some decisions about what I was going to do...then it ended with the question :

"I think Korea might be a good start...anyone agree?"

No one actually commented on my post (as per usual)...so no one ACTUALLY agreed. Nevertheless, I ended up in Korea, the following fall, and have been there for the last 3 years.

It's so crazy how time flies by. I've worked various jobs (teaching, photography, radio, events...), had an almost-3-year relationship (which ended a few months ago), took a Korean Language Program for a semester, been to Thailand, Cambodia, and Bali....met some AMAZING people along the way, learned how to be independent (sort of), and paid off some student loans.

Not too bad.

Although, I still don't really know what I'm going to be doing in the future (career wise)..but I guess we'll have to wait another 3 years for that update?

*no idea why half of this ended up a giant font...and I can't change it back.

I'm bringin' it BACK...all sexy like.

I'm back bitches. 

Since it's almost been a year, I guess this damn thing may need some renovation. Slowly but surely.

Most of my blogging occurred while attending university. Now that I've been out of university for a year now. I thought I'd bring it back with my whole new life - the post-uni life.

Sad enough, currently I live at home with the parental units. Could my life feel any more depressing? 

A recap.

Decided that I was not ready to leave London as it had become my bubble from the 4 years a la Western.  Was supposed to attend Fanshawe for a post grad program in Broadcast Television.  Withdrew from the program mid-summer when I decided I was not ready for more school. Justified it with my yearning to travel and see the world (which was supposed to happen on my year off).  Decided to work for Western's central admin.  Got a contract position for 5 months hoping to get an extended contract.   Didn't happen.  

Staying in London for a 5th year only brought detriment to every aspect to my life.   Apartment issues.  Hated my job.   Gained 8 pounds because of my job (office desk job with cookies and cake every morning...).  Experienced true heartbreak.  Was wrecklessly partying for the first time in my life (smart move for someone who doesn't have the luxury of living the student lifestyle anymore)...The contract not getting extended resulted in the last thing I ever thought I'd have to do in my entire life : move "home".

The quotation marks are there because New Liskeard is not a place I call HOME.  I never grew up here. Never had to live here for more than a few months in the summer when school was out. Still don't know anyone here because I could frankly care less.  SO,  I pretty much live in solitary.   I HATE IT HERE.

Anyway, I digress.

Long story short, my life has changed drastically. And to ways that I never thought it would.  My friends, my relationship status, my home, my future plans, my entire life...has been flipped upside down.

Everything that was so concrete in my life has been shattered...so I am slowly trying to rebuild.

I think Korea might be a good start...anyone agree?

Shouldn't I be buying books?

The summer is always a weird time. You get this whole routine going throughout the school year, and summer brings such a different dynamic with friends, work, even family. I suppose it's because everyone disperses to various locations all around the country (and sometimes, the globe). The distance between friends changes their usual relationship, even if it's only for the 4 months of summer.

When September rolls around and we reunite, for most cases, it's as if we didn't skip a beat. But what is going to happen when the 4 months of summer is not just 4 months anymore?? There will be no more returning to Western in September for me after this year (and this time, I didn't even return as a student!! ...). So what happens to all those friendships that survive because they have a crutch of reunion come September... will they just slowly diminish as the distance becomes more of a burden and we all go on separate paths?

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I feel odd. I watch everyone start their first week of classes, getting their bus passes and new agendas (with a screwed up September calendar), wait in endless lines, and buy their expensive books. That was me for the past 4 years, and now all of a sudden, I am on the other side of it all. The ADMIN side. The "dark" side. haha

So I am officially a working woman, doing the monday-friday 9-5 job with an occassional 12 hour day because of my part-time retail job that I simply can't give up (hello! 50% off shoes/handbags/accessories!...what girl could give that up?)

The "waking up early in the morning" thing is slowly becoming easier and I have been good at packing my lunch the night before so I get those few extra minutes of sleep - they're vital. Also, I do quite relish the fact that once I come home at 5, I don't have to stress about studying for an exam or writing a 20 page paper. My roommates on the other hand will be loving life while trying to do a thesis and other fun stuff.

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In other news, Manchu Wok is the devil. I know this everytime I get it, and yet I am always drawn in by their delicious smell of less than mediocre fast-food Chinese. There is not one time I have got it that I didn't immediately regret my decision. I had their one item bowl today for lunch at the UCC and this is how I feel.
A) They are way overpriced but that's old news.
B) I got the fried rice, and it was the blandest, driest, grossest thing I have ever put in my mouth (insert dirty minded joke here)
C) I got lemon chicken and after consuming most of it, I looked at a piece after taking a bite and realized it was PINK. Barf me. The idea of getting sick from undercooked chicken with still 9 hours of work ahead of me makes me want to cry. I can feel my stomach churning.