NOVEL (Title TBA) // Prologue ㅣ Coffee?

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It was 9 in the morning. Jamie was just sitting on her bed after washing up and making sure all her things were all packed-up. It was her last day in the city and she was feeling down about leaving. Her flight would still be at night but she had to check-out before 12 noon.

Her phone buzzed. Someone sent her a message.

It was Casey.

She felt her heart beat a little faster.

Coffee?” he asked.

A little confused, she typed ‘Yes’ but hesitated to send it. Eventually, she deleted it.

‘Are you asking me if I like coffee or just teasing me because I like coffee?’ she muttered to herself frustratingly. She really likes this guy but she couldn’t tell him and she was exerting all her effort to act normal around him.

She was thinking of anything brilliant she could say to make their exchange of messages longer. She couldn’t think of anything.

She settled to, “Yes. Good morning :)”

She sent the message with a smile on her face as if Casey could see her. But she’s freaking worried each second without a reply from him.

Two minutes passed by when she received a photo of a cafe and two more messages from Casey.

 “Good morning :)”

“I’m here at a cafe across your hotel. I’ll wait for you.”

She didn’t know what to do. Excitement and nervousness swept over her.

Mundane Monday Thoughts

If I die tomorrow, I’ll have a lot of regrets;                                                                                                            the things I want to do but I don’t act on;                                                                                                  the places I want to go to but I always say there’s always tomorrow;                                              the feelings I want to show but too embarrassed to let anyone know..
Tonight, I’ll just lay on my bed. I can’t be bothered, you know.

You’ll Always Have A 2nd Home Somewhere.

They said that you’ll never be completely at home again because a part of your heart will always be elsewhere. I guess it’s true. You’ll always miss a bit of this and that. You will sometimes think of the people you met at the other side of the world. The memories you collected will make your heart smile and ache at the same time.

When I was a kid, I dreamed of going to as much countries as I could when I grow up. But when I was able to travel, I visited some places more than once. I thought to myself, re-visiting the places where you had fun the most is not bad at all and it is not a waste of time and money. It is like finding another home in this world. It is like seeing an old friend in a sea of strangers. Familiarity brings comfort.

The more you visit the place, the more people you get along well with in that place. Well, that depends on you. If you are the type to just do some “touristy stuff” on your own or with your travel partner, you will not widen your circle. You’ll miss the best things that could happen while traveling. Okay, I’m not trying to be expert here. I’m just babbling as always. But honestly, having fun with the locals-turned-friends in the strange-place-turned-home is the best thing in traveling.

So why did I change my mind about quantity over quality travel? I figured, there are places that are underrated but amazing and some are over-hyped but are so-so even after paying a thousand dollars to get there and after spending God knows how much time of flying. It’s your own preference that matters. Don’t let others’ list misguide you.

My turning point is Hong Kong. It may be heaven to others, but it is one of the countries I’d say once is enough. I don’t know. I was not comfortable there. Maybe I met some nice people who I couldn’t recall because I could remember more the ones who were not. I didn’t encounter any danger or terrible things, it’s just unfortunate that I find them uneasy to deal with. Maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was just not my lucky day when I was there. I had a good time but it wasn’t warm in the heart.

I learned that it is not the number of countries you’ve been that is important, it is your happiness and the good times worth keeping that really matter.

I remember how I imagined myself traveling to France just to check out the Eiffel tower (for the sake of seeing the famous landmark), leave, and move onto the next European country. I wasn’t even intrigued how it would look like in person. It was just like a school assignment that I have to do and be done with it. But I was awestruck when I saw it. I couldn’t take my eyes off it when it lighted. Have you heard the perception about French people being arrogant snobs? I did since I was in nth grade. I even heard if from a French I met in Dubai for a business meeting. He said that they’re only like that if a tourist’s first words to them are “Do you speak English?” That’s the time they’d speak French hurriedly until the tourist gives up. Of course, they know English.

I spent a few days in Paris and found out that French people suit me well. They’re kind as a matter of fact. I liked it a lot there that I went back in less than a year. And I miss it every now and then.

The big surprise to me is South Korea. I am a Europe fanatic. I am a romantic. I did not consider going to Korea until two years ago. I wasn’t interested at all. After seeing some of the Asian countries, I thought to myself there’s nothing to see in there anymore. I was not interested in anything Asian. I find them all the same. It just happened that my friend is interested in Korean Wave (something to do with Korean dramas and all) and got me hooked to it. I wasn’t expecting anything in the country. I thought I would just go there once and that’s it. But then I fell in love with everything: place, food, and people.

Others would say that it’s difficult to communicate with the locals there. Unexpectedly, I even made a number of Korean friends on my first time in Seoul and visited them again the following year. Actually, I’m more fond of talking to them than with others. Strange is it?

France and South Korea. Totally different countries. Totally different in everything. But I felt a sense of belongingness. A part of my heart will always be with them. They feel like my second homes…

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… And I will never be completely at home in my own again.

THURSDAY TRAVELSㅣ Weekend Vibe.

Cheers to the freakin’ Thursday!!! It’s the weekend here! Yay!

Cue: Sound in the background: *party poppers* *whistles* *clinking glasses*

Who am I fooling? I’m still at work in the office. Again, who am I fooling? I’m not working at this time. I ran out of energy to even talk to anyone. I’m just waiting for the time until I’m off to home. Haha. Lastly, who am I fooling? There’s not even a single party happening this weekend.

So why do I feel giddy? Just the thought of staying up late and laying on my bed without the need to get up early tomorrow make me happy like a child that if my bed had springs, I would jump up and down on it.

Now it’s the weekend; two weeks later, it’s home sweet home; and three weeks later, it’s a holiday trip to one of my favorite cities! *crossed fingers* Thinking of these makes me giggle and hyperventilate a little.

‘Too many things to do, too little time,’ has always been my silent complain each time I’m going on vacation. Why silent? ‘Cos I know very well that it’s my fault. I’m a big fan of “Just do it..later√.” Yes, with a check like Nike’s… for added confidence and because I’m cool, ya know.   

Weekends and travels, two of the very few things that can shake me out of my lethargy.

“Staying in one place is lethal, I could die.” These are the exact words I uttered to myself last night.

To avoid emotional and psychological death, I try to live by either reminiscing or counting down the days. Memories and excitement help me get through each day. Quite sad, right?

Alone and lonely, I often catch myself staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making my way, through the crowd.

And I need you, and I miss you.. And now I wonder

♫If I could fall into the sky. Do you think time would pass me by? ‘Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles if I could see you… tonight♪

Kidding and singing aside, time’s up! It’s officially my weekend! Bye!!!

Be Awesome for DUMMIES.

How to be somebody? Somebody that is AWESOME. This is exactly my thought.

I don’t let my mind linger on it to avoid blow to my self-esteem. But I can’t help myself.

In the middle of nowhere, I always catch myself gazing at something without really seeing it.

Sometimes, I can’t even tell apart my goals from my daydreams.

I always wonder, in plain curiosity, how other human beings can be great while others passed by in this world without leaving a mark or without having a chance to do what they want most in their lifetime.

What is the criteria of life in giving us different circumstances that seem not fair at all?

How does world really work?

Be Awesome for DUMMIES. Is there such a thing?

Guess who’s back?

So yeah.. I’m just here, trying to write an amazing story after my five-month hiatus.

After writing that first sentence, I realized that there’s no amazing story that starts with “So yeah..”

“Guess who’s back?” as the title makes this redundant for being lame. It was cool during the 90’s though. You know, Eminem.

But anyway, I’ve been busy being adult: working, traveling, attending formal and fun events, contributing to the society as philanthropist.. I do all these in my day dreams.

Sadly, being an adult to me nowadays is wasting away my time like a ping pong ball between work and home (which isn’t my real home). Honestly, everyday is a constant tug of war, determining if I should quit or stay a little longer. Testing your limit can become emotionally exhausting. This is the unfortunate case of an expat. A single expat.

I feel that age is taking over me. Staying at home excites me. Back in the day, I couldn’t stay at home when it’s weekend and I never dared to stay in the same city if it’s a long weekend. Now, just thinking of going out is tiring enough that I’d rather stay at home watching series. Staying in bed is more tempting.

Key words: Back.In.The.Day

This isn’t good. I once heard that this phrase confirms that you’re old. Ugh.

Obviously, my mind has no direction now. I’m just chattering away.. I mean typing away.

So yeah.. I just wanted to say “Hi, how have you been?”

XO.