<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792</id><updated>2012-03-04T22:39:15.387-05:00</updated><category term='joyous occasion'/><category term='time machine worries'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='films'/><category term='pic me'/><category term='tv'/><category term='today i'/><category term='fml &apos;poetry&apos;'/><category term='bullet points and dotted numbers'/><category term='quotent quotables'/><category term='pre-action'/><category term='new years'/><title type='text'>CAN WE DO THAT AGAIN?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-5436647889250930479</id><published>2012-03-04T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T22:34:12.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml &apos;poetry&apos;'/><title type='text'>Chintz</title><content type='html'>Wow, I guess I really deserve having no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep complaining that you have no friends, you should probably be nice to the only one you have, or else you really will have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say "you" because I'm pointing directly at a certain person, who won't be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't be friends with everyone, but I should at least be friends with &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. How is it, in this huge, diverse city, I can't fully get along with just one person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much had a falling out with everyone I've met here. I guess the only person at this moment that I like being around is Han, but our relationship is more of an empathetic one, since we went through the same tragic times together, and we're the only person of both of us who knows every detail of our sex lives. We don't have similar enough sensibilities to ever hang out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is college of all places the most difficult to make friends? I've seriously had no trouble elsewhere. I go abroad and make more friends in a year than I have my whole college career. And Houston was such a treasure trove of people. Isn't NYC supposed to be more so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're in a bad place in life when you have so many great ideas for parties but no one to invite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VjCjHnuZFg/T1Qzm7W8gzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-gubbPN40Ds/s1600/t_70327ae0-5b78-11e1-8472-199f55000003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VjCjHnuZFg/T1Qzm7W8gzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-gubbPN40Ds/s320/t_70327ae0-5b78-11e1-8472-199f55000003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese has become my favorite class hands down this semester surprisingly. The people are all so friendly, so it's a really inviting atmosphere,&amp;nbsp;even though I haven't really talked with any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned a Chinese saying the other day: 早餐要吃好，午餐要吃饱，晚餐要吃少。 It roughly translates to "Eat well for breakfast, eat fully for lunch, and eat less for dinner," but in rhythmic rhyme. I normally eat a small lunch and a big dinner, so I decided to follow this little adage in hopes of a healthier lifestyle. As of today, who knew that eating so much for lunch would keep you full for the rest of the damn day? I still haven't eaten dinner yet, but I'm still not hungry, and I have to go to bed at... oops, 30 minutes ago. I guess those two research papers won't get written tonight then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-5436647889250930479?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5436647889250930479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/03/chintz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/5436647889250930479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/5436647889250930479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/03/chintz.html' title='Chintz'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VjCjHnuZFg/T1Qzm7W8gzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-gubbPN40Ds/s72-c/t_70327ae0-5b78-11e1-8472-199f55000003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-865644742883396195</id><published>2012-02-19T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T00:02:20.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thou shall complete thy tasks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPCpj7GH9sE/T0HTwDrFxLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Eu4fyIWOik4/s1600/t_70327ae0-5b78-11e1-8472-199f55000003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPCpj7GH9sE/T0HTwDrFxLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Eu4fyIWOik4/s1600/t_70327ae0-5b78-11e1-8472-199f55000003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dream handwriting.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm currently just browsing Goodreads to look for books for me to read, but the thing is, I'm currently reading both &lt;i&gt;The Trial&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Idiot&lt;/i&gt; and not even close to finishing either of the two. I do the same thing with TV shows. I'm not even fully caught up with &lt;i&gt;Archer&lt;/i&gt; or done with &lt;i&gt;Bored to Death&lt;/i&gt;, but just yesterday, I decided to start marathoning &lt;i&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/i&gt;. Finish something, me! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happened to me wanting to write once a week? I'm sad to say that I haven't even written anything for a second. I'm really enjoying reading the writing book that Iris got me for my birthday (&amp;lt;3) but then I just don't get up and start writing. I just read about writing and think about writing and I'm sitting here &lt;u&gt;writing&lt;/u&gt; about writing for god's sake, but I don't write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much homework this President's Day weekend and of course, I've just wasted my time away doing nothing. I'm not even in the mood to shower right now. Why my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-865644742883396195?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/865644742883396195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/02/thou-shall-complete-thy-tasks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/865644742883396195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/865644742883396195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/02/thou-shall-complete-thy-tasks.html' title='thou shall complete thy tasks'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPCpj7GH9sE/T0HTwDrFxLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Eu4fyIWOik4/s72-c/t_70327ae0-5b78-11e1-8472-199f55000003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-613464404196169780</id><published>2012-02-18T01:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T01:34:34.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic me'/><title type='text'>Years old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wIQDAHftTbc/Tz9GPyp_-0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/l37vWfjKjMo/s1600/Snapshot_20120218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wIQDAHftTbc/Tz9GPyp_-0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/l37vWfjKjMo/s320/Snapshot_20120218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;21 now and not quite sure what to do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-613464404196169780?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/613464404196169780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/02/years-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/613464404196169780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/613464404196169780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/02/years-old.html' title='Years old.'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wIQDAHftTbc/Tz9GPyp_-0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/l37vWfjKjMo/s72-c/Snapshot_20120218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-2413284964644461848</id><published>2012-02-09T13:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T23:58:14.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-action'/><title type='text'>That place between my eyes at the top of my nose hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yfnhJmrWyAQ/TzQSUsCdj-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/IBeIHYsb8lE/s1600/Snapshot_20120209_10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yfnhJmrWyAQ/TzQSUsCdj-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/IBeIHYsb8lE/s320/Snapshot_20120209_10.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well this is how I'll be looking for the week. I went to the eye doctor since I haven't gotten my eyes rechecked for two years now (woops), and surprise, my prescription has completely changed. I had to get all new contacts and glasses, but it also turns out that my eyes have completely dried out during my contact-wearing period. Sooo the doctor says I can't wear contacts for a week and have to apply eye drops every hour to remoisten my eyes. Bah. I haven't worn glasses regularly for a while now, so it's already getting uncomfortable and it's only day 2, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now manage to wake up naturally after 8 hours of sleep, but I still end up getting dead tired in the middle of the day. Why bodyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview tonight (FINALLLY), but it's a phone interview. I've never done one of those, and I'm not the type of person who gets nervous, but this time, I kind of am because if all you have to rely on is purely what I'm saying, you'll hear that I usually don't know what I'm talking about. I need my gestures and body language to convey my confidence. Oh well, at least I don't have to dress up. Boo business casual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my TV Nation class, we're divided up into writers, producers, and network execs in order to replicate the TV industry environment. However, when we went to sign up, my class full of Tischies all ran for the network exec spots, surprising me to the fullest, because I thought everyone was more comfortable with being creative. But then I realized that no one is actually comfortable with being creative because it's so self-exposing, and sometimes you need a break if that's all you do. Well, I was vying for a network exec spot too, seeing as that's what I aim to become in the business, but network exec and producer spots filled up in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've constantly had this fleeting dream of becoming a writer, if only I was creative enough, had flashes of creative genius enough, felt like writing enough. I know this isn't real, but it's kind of scary, having to impress the producers and network execs with my own ideas, but at the same time exciting. I'm not afraid of taking risks, which I consider one of my strengths, and yes, I am prepping for my interview while I am writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I didn't feel like cooking, so I ordered the same Dominos order I ordered for the Super Bowl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-2413284964644461848?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2413284964644461848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/02/that-place-between-my-eyes-at-top-of-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/2413284964644461848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/2413284964644461848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/02/that-place-between-my-eyes-at-top-of-my.html' title='That place between my eyes at the top of my nose hurts.'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yfnhJmrWyAQ/TzQSUsCdj-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/IBeIHYsb8lE/s72-c/Snapshot_20120209_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-5374689575087792088</id><published>2012-02-06T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T14:06:16.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullet points and dotted numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyous occasion'/><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Things That Made Me Happy Recently:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being artsy&lt;/b&gt; - Creativity opens the mind. I hate being in this business school where even though they strive for "innovative thinking," no one here seems to expand their mind beyond finance and stocks. The other day, I handmade 6 coasters and started making my planner, and both activities made me as gleeful as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVIBf7wxkkk/TzQX-mK-zGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F2kpNxDyL3I/s1600/IMG_20120209_135514%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVIBf7wxkkk/TzQX-mK-zGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F2kpNxDyL3I/s320/IMG_20120209_135514%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like the 2 on the bottom left the best. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Self-sustainable living&lt;/b&gt; - No, I'm not as hardcore as this wording comes off as. By "self-sustainable," I mean my being able to fend for myself in survival skills. I prepared all my meals on Friday- grilled cheese, spaghetti, ramen. Albeit, they aren't the healthiest meals, but I'm gettin' there. I even worked out! But only for 30 mins instead of the designated one hour D:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheap grocery shopping in Chinatown&lt;/b&gt; - omg, I didn't realize how cheap food in Chinatown was!! I bought a box of fresh Driscoll strawberries for $1.50, a bag of clementine oranges for $2.50, a pound of grapes for $1, and 2 heads of broccoli for $1. :D Ahh, the cheapness is tingling my Asian genes to giddiness~~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most recent episode of Parks &amp;amp; Rec&lt;/b&gt; - It was so great!! I haven't laughed so hard in so long. Classic Parks &amp;amp; Rec being classic. :] And omg Martin Starr! I had to pause the TV so that I could sufficiently freak out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knowing TV to a good extent&lt;/b&gt; - In TV Management, I was able to answer several questions regarding the technicalities of the television industry, making me feel so knowledgeable about the industry I want to be in. I also just love that class. ♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-5374689575087792088?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5374689575087792088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/02/simplicity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/5374689575087792088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/5374689575087792088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/02/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVIBf7wxkkk/TzQX-mK-zGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F2kpNxDyL3I/s72-c/IMG_20120209_135514%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-7784007731337697192</id><published>2012-01-30T01:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T01:13:28.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowdsourcing</title><content type='html'>I'm now starting to think of life in terms of what I can put on my resume, since I'm in the middle of rigorously competitive internship applications, and the lack of interesting things to put in my 'Interests' column is really starting to doubt the uniqueness I'm supposed to have as an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps saying I'm &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; an&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; interesting &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;person, but when I ask them to name one reason why this is so, they can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, what new hobbies can I take up that would make me a more interesting person? I have about 2 months to incorporate these into my life before I have to start applying for summer internships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-7784007731337697192?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7784007731337697192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/crowdsourcing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/7784007731337697192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/7784007731337697192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/crowdsourcing.html' title='Crowdsourcing'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-4300136606547204736</id><published>2012-01-28T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:55:42.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today i'/><title type='text'>Totes sorrs 'bout bein' AWOL</title><content type='html'>WAAAAAAAAAAAA. I'm so upset that I haven't been able to update recently, but omggg, I did not know that furnishing an apartment was such hard work. I'm glad to say I'm finally done. With my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have left is the kitchen/living room. Our refrigerator is currently occupied with only two gallons of milk and eggs. Oh, and a recent purchase of aloe and 2 apples. Aww yeaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't wanna talk about these past two weeks. So hectic, and I now officially hate apartment-related things, including furniture, my past love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week of classes was pretty chill. On Monday, I had class from 8:00am to 9:00pm, which was pretty crazy, but I somehow managed to make it through. However, I dropped my 4-days-a-week 8:00am class, so I didn't have to go the rest of the week, meaning I literally only had 2 days worth of classes, aka 5 days of break weekly. So I haven't really been feeling like I'm back in school again, since it's been so lax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks living down here in Financial District though because I just get too lazy to go uptown to where the wild things are. I haven't left my apartment all day today. Did I mention it's a Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not completely wasted. I forced Patrick to come over at noon to help me build my dresser (Also, never want to hear the word 'IKEA' ever again.) because I'm such a weakling. He ended up staying the whole time and left a half hour ago around 10:00pm. It was pretty chill and actually not a bad time. We Seamless-ed for both lunch and dinner (which reminds me, bastard still owes me money): lunch on my half-finished dresser as a table and a picnic dinner on the floor with cardboard as placemats. Then we just kind of chatted and did our own thing in my room. It's really nice to have someone with whom you can hang out like that and not feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of surprised that Patrick and I are still good friends after what happened in Korea. Actually, we're a lot closer now than we ever were before. But I guess since I've never really fought with any of my friends before, I just automatically assumed that the friendship was over. Now, though, we're kind of better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boy just made me remember that my Thursday class starts this week. Damn not having any more 2-day weeks. It was fun while it lasted. :( Fingers crossed on Advanced Chinese then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to leave yall with a little something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r6naGr3shMY/TyTPjewYw-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/xykSJE0Vf28/s1600/IMG_3525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r6naGr3shMY/TyTPjewYw-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/xykSJE0Vf28/s320/IMG_3525.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The state of my room currently. Decorations aren't up and everything's still not organized yet, so once that's done, we will have an updated pic. :) For now, I exhibit my beloved windowsill of space for clutter and my lip beanbag ♥.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwjg1TXIW10/TyTPmi6tt1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/xSmtJ67neAM/s1600/IMG_3526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwjg1TXIW10/TyTPmi6tt1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/xSmtJ67neAM/s320/IMG_3526.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only part of the room that I'm proud of so far: my wondrous closet space and my bookshelf♥! I love having my own room~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-4300136606547204736?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4300136606547204736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/totes-sorrs-bout-bein-awol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/4300136606547204736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/4300136606547204736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/totes-sorrs-bout-bein-awol.html' title='Totes sorrs &apos;bout bein&apos; AWOL'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r6naGr3shMY/TyTPjewYw-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/xykSJE0Vf28/s72-c/IMG_3525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-2519556441210719039</id><published>2012-01-14T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:47:20.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time machine worries'/><title type='text'>Leaving the best state</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJdZ6j3VsAE/TxI8q4tKCtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pl9PTYBgUHw/s1600/IMG_3523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJdZ6j3VsAE/TxI8q4tKCtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pl9PTYBgUHw/s320/IMG_3523.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have a good rest of your life," I said to people as I left them this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of done with the having fun portion of my life now. I've completed a whole year abroad, and now I have to settle down and work, work towards surviving the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overcome with that feeling of dread for New York again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's because I associate New York with the scary uncertain future, and Texas with the comfortable wonderfully-remembered past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This basically means I have to become super rich so that I can fly back home whenever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-2519556441210719039?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2519556441210719039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/leaving-best-state.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/2519556441210719039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/2519556441210719039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/leaving-best-state.html' title='Leaving the best state'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJdZ6j3VsAE/TxI8q4tKCtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pl9PTYBgUHw/s72-c/IMG_3523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-5731725087575697081</id><published>2012-01-06T15:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:38:12.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotent quotables'/><title type='text'>We are all artists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MME6IeNYIuc/TwdbUSBEVBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jSYkyeLYsrE/s1600/tumblr_lshl1s4q9B1qzr04eo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MME6IeNYIuc/TwdbUSBEVBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jSYkyeLYsrE/s320/tumblr_lshl1s4q9B1qzr04eo1_500_large.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/lizboe/words-to-live-by/" target="_blank"&gt;Words to Live By&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-5731725087575697081?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5731725087575697081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-are-all-artists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/5731725087575697081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/5731725087575697081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-are-all-artists.html' title='We are all artists.'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MME6IeNYIuc/TwdbUSBEVBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jSYkyeLYsrE/s72-c/tumblr_lshl1s4q9B1qzr04eo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-7931831078563899632</id><published>2012-01-05T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:51:42.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>Yeah I watch movies too</title><content type='html'>It's break time, and I usually spend it watching movies in the daytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'd like to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shame&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50/50&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Midnight in Paris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Young Adult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Ides of March&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have many high hopes for &lt;i&gt;Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&lt;/i&gt; because the way the book was written is hard to translate over to film, but I'm interested to see how Daldry fared. To be honest, I tear up every time I watch the trailer, but that's just because I know what's gonna happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-7931831078563899632?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7931831078563899632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/yeah-i-watch-movies-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/7931831078563899632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/7931831078563899632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/yeah-i-watch-movies-too.html' title='Yeah I watch movies too'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-4251897518044635541</id><published>2012-01-05T14:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T23:58:48.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2012.</title><content type='html'>Sorry that my New Year's post is so late. All my posts are so late. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NEW YEAR'S PICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-22NL_Rzw7j8/TwO0LGqbbRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wfCwD76Zz2I/s1600/IMG_3517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-22NL_Rzw7j8/TwO0LGqbbRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wfCwD76Zz2I/s320/IMG_3517.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R470YMcB0DQ/TwO0M0B7Q5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/k6_MvGusNuI/s1600/IMG_3519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R470YMcB0DQ/TwO0M0B7Q5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/k6_MvGusNuI/s320/IMG_3519.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqbOPvMoDlw/TwO0O9SlVaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OoK2ZyjrE3Q/s1600/IMG_3520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqbOPvMoDlw/TwO0O9SlVaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OoK2ZyjrE3Q/s320/IMG_3520.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent New Year's in Austin with Lauren, Callie, and Jordon, so I took my New Year's pics the next morning at 9:51-9:52am as you can see above. Look at me being classy with my Galaxy Nexus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2011 RESOLUTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was the year not of actual resolutions, but of goal points to achieve. Here they were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Books to Read This Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;Extremely Loud &amp;amp; Incredibly Close&lt;/i&gt; by Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;On The Road&lt;/i&gt; by Jack Kerouac&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/i&gt; by Charles Dickens&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waiting for Godot&lt;/i&gt; by Samuel Beckett&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Moon and Sixpence&lt;/i&gt; by William Somerset Maugham&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed them all (except for &lt;i&gt;On The Road&lt;/i&gt;...). Hell, I enjoyed reading so much that I read so many other books for leisure this year, as you may see via &lt;a href="http://goodreads.com/connj" target="_blank"&gt;my Goodreads account&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Places I Want to Visit This Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Berlin, Germany&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amsterdam, Netherlands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lake Constance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Florence, Italy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rome, Italy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Athens, Greece&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Paris, France&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Barcelona, Spain&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madrid, Spain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morocco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;London, England&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Dublin, Ireland&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I didn't really refer back to this list when I started planning trips in Europe. Even though I might have only achieved a 5/12 here, I don't feel too unaccomplished. To make up for the places I didn't go to, I instead visited Vienna, Milan, Verona, and Genova. I still wish I could've gone to Belgium, Lake Constance, Rome, and Morocco. Maybe those will just have to wait til my honeymoonHAHAHAJKMAYBE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also managed to blog once a week in Korea, a goal I'm surprised I maintained, but I'm glad I did. While I'm not going to ~*~decree~*~ it this year, I would like to keep it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2011 OVERVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely a huge year for me, spent mainly outside of America. I traveled across Europe for the first half of the year, then spent my summer in China bonding with my family (yay drinking with the cuz), and finally partied it up in South Korea with some of the greatest people I've ever met for the rest of the year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost feel like I took a year off to travel (To be honest, sometimes it's been easier to tell people just that.), and it's been really great to just kind of escape from the reality of real responsibilities and uncertain futures to just enjoy life in the moment with all different types of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;January&lt;/u&gt; - PRAGUE. Vienna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;February&lt;/u&gt; - Started my first internship at Nancy Bishop. London to surprise Connie for her birthday but also realized that I truly enjoy Patrick (a little too much for a little bit), Connie, and Han's company. Turned 20 OHMYGAHHH. Barcelona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;March&lt;/u&gt; - Han, Patrick, Lillian come to visit. Spring Break in Dublin, London, and PARIS ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;April&lt;/u&gt; - Pardubice. Berlin. Trivia Night @ Sir Toby's. Easter Break in Milan, Verona, and Genova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;May&lt;/u&gt; - Home for a bit. &amp;lt;3 Starting my television catch-up late-night marathons for the summer. Perfectly scheduled nights with Jeopardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;June&lt;/u&gt; - Enjoyed my last sustained period of time in Texas. China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;July&lt;/u&gt; - Touring 西安 and 成都 with the family group of about 20. Bonded with 吴昊哥哥 over drinking and KTV. Went to work in 福州 while staying at 满姨's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;August&lt;/u&gt; - Quit so just chilled in 福州 with a schedule of language study, reading Great Expectations, and playing Pokemon Black, hehe. Living with 满姨。First step into Korea. The fight and lost hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;September&lt;/u&gt; - 上海 and 常州 with Connie for 추석. The first night out with Cameron and Sookhee that led to the best rest of the semester ever. :) Hmmm, big leap in a condition that I can't bounce back from. Going out every single fucking night aw yeah alcoholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;October&lt;/u&gt; - Sick for a week from the MT at the end of last month ㅠㅠ. Starting to read a lot from the Yonsei library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;November&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Had to start stepping up my studies after the difficulty of midterms as a result of not going to class... Tantrums. HOT JAMES. Cutting someone out of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;December&lt;/u&gt; - Cam incidents... Last Saturday night -&amp;gt; 십차. Leaving Korea. Home sweet home finally ♥. New York for apartment hunting (hate brokers). NYE in ATX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other points of importance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer made me somehow want to try writing, in spite of the fact that I hate writing assignments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My semester in Korea was definitely my most fun and my favorite semester I've ever had in my college career. And I really don't think any semester after it will be able to top it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Main thing that contributed to my great semester in Korea was meeting Cameron. I haven't connected with someone so well ever since high school, meaning it's been 3 years since I've made a true new friend. I miss our 4-hour-long dinners at Taco Bell, our quoting every show we watch together and no one ever getting us, our intense trolling forever, our theme song, our late-night GS runs, our being the same person always. I'm so bad at keeping in touch with people if I'm not gonna see them, so I really hope that I can maintain our friendship even apart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This whole year has been great but has seriously made me realize that while the world is vast, diverse, and thrilling, I can live nowhere but America. I'm grateful I got to visit all the different places, but I've also learned about myself culturally during this year- that I'm Chinese-American, and the melting pot of America is the only place that I can assimilate well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2012 RESOLUTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year will be dedicated to the career search. I'm still crossing my fingers for a spring internship, and applications for summer internships will have to be tackled before I know it. Then I better be working in the summer for sure, and then I'll be a college senior. I'll have to start figuring out my post-grad career prospects and really enter the real world for real this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, with every big milestone in my life, I keep noting it as "finally entering the real world," but I don't seem to realize that I've always been in the real world. Life is the real world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be confident, work so hard, and make great connections at my internship(s).&lt;/b&gt; I tend to be shy when it comes to working with people I regard as authorities, so every time I've had a job, I've been such a nonexistent force. Not even a force. I can't be like this when it comes to my future. I need to be myself (ok not too much myself), I need to be somewhat chummy with everyone, and I need to be liked enough to be hired for a real job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wake up for Chinese at least 3 days a week.&lt;/b&gt; I have classes at 8:00am four days a week, and while I can't guarantee that I'll be able to make it to every class, I think it's about time that I actually wake up in the AM. This is my active resolution to target my actual goal of improving my Chinese once and for all. I want to be able to write an email to my cousin in Chinese at a rate higher than 1 word/min.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eat at least 2 servings of fruit a day&lt;/b&gt;. I eat so unhealthily because I just tend to choose what I want to eat instead of what I should eat (sigh college), so baby steps. I actually love fruit, so I shouldn't have an excuse not to eat it. I should eat fruit whenever I watch TV out of boredom because boredom eating is mindless, and I can at least be healthy about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Work out in the fitness center for 1 hour at least once a week&lt;/b&gt;. I never work out. Baby steps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do at least 15 sit-ups a day.&lt;/b&gt; My belly has expanded so much this past year because I just haven't cared.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicate one hour a week to writing&lt;/b&gt;. I find myself with a lot of free time in spite of everything, but when I could be doing something productive like reading or writing, I waste time instead by clicking all over Facebook or browsing &lt;a href="http://iwastesomuchtime.com/"&gt;iwastesomuchtime.com&lt;/a&gt;. I need some sort of creative outlet, and I've really wanted to try writing, so if I just niche out an hour each week, it would be ideal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahhh, boring normal resolutions, but this year I have to really start cracking down on improving my way of life. I don't really want to grow up, per se, but I feel like I can feel a lot better about myself while still being young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-4251897518044635541?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4251897518044635541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/4251897518044635541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/4251897518044635541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-2012.html' title='Welcome 2012.'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-22NL_Rzw7j8/TwO0LGqbbRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wfCwD76Zz2I/s72-c/IMG_3517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-3049602785500802026</id><published>2012-01-05T13:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:53:36.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liz Lemon is my hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Holy fuck it's me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="192" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/47aS3uSCHLc" width="320"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-3049602785500802026?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3049602785500802026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/liz-lemon-is-my-hero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/3049602785500802026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/3049602785500802026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/liz-lemon-is-my-hero.html' title='Liz Lemon is my hero'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/47aS3uSCHLc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-6882696289701104411</id><published>2012-01-03T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:57:46.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today i'/><title type='text'>The last of Korea</title><content type='html'>Bear with me. I'm trying so hard to keep all my memories archived here, even if it's out of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going to Ark Lounge to meet up with everyone that very last night I had in Seoul with everyone after I wrote that entry, despite the fact that my exam was at 9:00am the next morning. I had begun to write a good-bye letter to Kayla, but right as I wrote "Dear Kayla," the tears just wouldn't stop. I knew I had to go out and see everyone or else I would regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Daniel hadn't met up with everyone yet, so I had a buddy to accompany me. Daniel and I headed into Sinchon, and I tried to justify this trip out as a food run because I was quite hungry at the time as well. We grabbed 치킨 from 마미즈 and sat on the steps of Ark Lounge, watched everyone on the screen, and ate 치킨. I turned to Daniel and said, "I am glad to be spending my last night sitting here, creepin' on our friends, and eating chicken. I regret nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone soon realized that I was just sitting outside, so they came out to see me and tried to convince me to go inside and see everyone. I didn't want to pay 10,000 won to go in and not drink though, since I was just gonna say bye and go in 15 minutes. However, the owner noticed I was there (out of familiarity- yeah 단골) and let me in for free. Love Ark Lounge forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried saying good bye to Brian and Andrew and everyone else. I didn't know what to say at all for parting words. There was a lot of "Well, I guess this is it. It's been fun," but I guess it was better than nothing, and then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkyv-UVk2So/TwN4pUW_l8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/nkJzkZnxHo4/s1600/IMG_3460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkyv-UVk2So/TwN4pUW_l8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/nkJzkZnxHo4/s320/IMG_3460.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I amazingly woke up in time for the B. Law exam and walked there with Patrick. We took the exam, felt really good about passing it, and headed towards Sinchon to grab lunch. Right when we stepped outside, it started snowing. Walking through campus as petals of snow fell on our heads was such a nice way to leave Yonsei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to SK and checked out. I then helped Cameron pack because we're married. Our last lunch in Seoul was Burger 'n Shake. Around 3pm or so, we decided to leave for Incheon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of perfect how Andrew, Sookhee, Brian, Mable, and Jihye were the ones to see us off, the original group. They helped us/me bring our suitcases down to the taxi, and then we said our goodbyes. Even though this was the absolute last time, we actually didn't shed any tears (err, minus Sookhee). It might have partially been because all the tears were already shed the night before, but we had grown so accustomed to the fact that we would never be able to hang out the same way ever again that I think we had finally accepted a mature farewell. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;INCHEON: December 21-22, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god that hotel. Incheon Airport Yeong Jung Bridge Hotel is a no-no. We were in the middle of fucking nowhere, everything was under construction, there were barely any acceptable restaurants, there was no public transportation, there was no complimentary toothbrush or toothpaste, AND THERE WAS NO INTERNET. We couldn't even pay for Internet because the hotel just didn't fucking having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we napped til midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up at around 8:00pm or so and worked on my cover letter for Gersh and then played Mahjong Titans... for a few hours and then decided to wake up Cameron at midnight so that we could grab "dinner" aka make a 7-Eleven run. We each bought ramen and that microwaveable pasta that I always saw in GS and brought it back to my room to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out there were also no microwaves, so we couldn't eat the pasta f our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sadly ate our ramen only and watched &lt;i&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; Friends&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Taken&lt;/i&gt; on TV because they were the only things in English. It was a really low key night, but of all people, I'm glad I got to suffer through the desolateness with Cameron or else it would've been unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we caught the 9:00am shuttle to the airport together, even though Cameron's flight was at 8:00pm that sweet thang. After checking in, we grabbed lunch together at Burger King and then it was time for me to get to my gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gate ended up being in a different part of the airport, a part that I would have to take a shuttle train to, a part that you couldn't access if your gate wasn't there, a part that Cameron's gate wasn't in. We couldn't do anything about it, so oh well. We could accept it. We had to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard, so hard to not care, to brush it off, to be completely cool about leaving, but right when I was about to say a simple "good-bye" to Cameron, the tears started rushing out and I wrapped my arms around Cameron and would not let go. I stayed there crying, telling him that I wouldn't ever see him again because I'm so terrible at keeping in contact with people, that I don't ever want to leave him, that I'm going to miss him so much. We stood there with our arms around each other and I kind of wanted to stay like that forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to go home. Life had to go on. And so I left him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned to enter the threshold of the special gate people, I tripped over my suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus ended my semester in Korea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-6882696289701104411?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6882696289701104411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-of-korea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/6882696289701104411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/6882696289701104411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-of-korea.html' title='The last of Korea'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkyv-UVk2So/TwN4pUW_l8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/nkJzkZnxHo4/s72-c/IMG_3460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-7226973527973831680</id><published>2012-01-03T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:30:51.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today i'/><title type='text'>The last of 2011</title><content type='html'>I'm so sad that I haven't been able to write recently, but I'm happy that it's because I've been having too much going on to find time to sit down and write---Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new laptop is not the entertainment PC I picked out = no super awesome speakers AND NO FUCKING BLUETOOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetlagged forever for the first few days I was back in Texas. Had to buy a last minute plane ticket to NY to find a new apartment. I'm glad I got to have a super chill night of chatting on my bed with Lauren, Callie, and Jordon and a nice long lunch at Panera with Iris before I left for the city for the first time in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G46pdj58_BI/TwNN3FDUqKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SRrU1RfKyj4/s1600/IMG_20111227_122744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G46pdj58_BI/TwNN3FDUqKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SRrU1RfKyj4/s320/IMG_20111227_122744.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I kind of dreaded going back to New York because it represented everything that I wanted to escape: the reality that I am alone in this world, the classes that I don't super want to wake up for, the future that I must figure out on my own. But when I landed and stared out the window in the taxi to Manhattan, I was overcome with the magical presence of the city with the skyline of the Empire State building, the Chrysler building, and all the buildings. I remembered what drew me to this city in the first place, and I knew I could muster the willpower to make it through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up the 4 days in New York that I don't care to talk about:&lt;br /&gt;-I hate dealing with brokers.&lt;br /&gt;-Manhattan is so fucking expensive to live in.&lt;br /&gt;-I've missed having everything within easy walking distance.&lt;br /&gt;-I really really really still want to live in East Village and do not mind paying the $3500 monthly rent for the triplex I loved on 10th Street, but alas, a rooming situation is based on compromise and I will be living in Financial District for the year of 2012. ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ&lt;br /&gt;-I am not allowed to shop for the next few months or so after the shopping I did in those 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 30th was a blessed day for me:&lt;br /&gt;-Got all my apartment shit together&lt;br /&gt;-Got to know the area that I was going to be living in&lt;br /&gt;-Found the pair of shoes that I wanted (and am forever thankful to the nice Asian lady who sold them to me for half off- ♥ Racism ♥)&lt;br /&gt;-Finally got to buy my plane ticket back home to my beloved Texas&lt;br /&gt;-Treated myself to Blue 9 &amp;amp; a full-priced NY movie ticket to &lt;i&gt;Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy&lt;/i&gt; (which made me realize that I am not smart enough to enjoy films.)&lt;br /&gt;-Packed and rested peacefully for my 5:40am flight the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AUSTIN: December 31, 2011 - January 2, 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed in Texas at 8:30am and had to start packing for the impulsive trip to Austin with Lauren and Jordon. We left for the road trip at around 2:00pm and grabbed Jack in le Box to go. Yay for the Jumbo Deal being back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Austin, we made an HEB run to buy champagne, cider, and lemons for our NYE festivities. Callie later joined us and we all chilled in Lauren's really nice apartment playing Trivial Pursuit. Then we grabbed a late dinner at Kerbey Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was time for our NYE festivities to start, and what better way to celebrate than with a super quick game of team Trivial Pursuit while sipping on Woodchuck ciders? We popped open the bottle of champagne at midnight with little fanfare. Bah champagne- still don't like it, just like I don't like wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then sat around, chatted, and FB-stalked as Lauren and Callie smoked and I took four tequila shots and couldn't get drunk (To quote Cameron: "thx 2 Korea"). We had our sleeping arrangement planned out earlier in the day, but when 4:00am rolled around and I was ready to hit the sack after running on 5 hours of sleep, we all just crashed in Lauren's room and shared the two twin beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYTA8FUlz3Q/TwNSkmF4_aI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UKucNqCLm-w/s1600/IMG_20120101_164013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYTA8FUlz3Q/TwNSkmF4_aI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UKucNqCLm-w/s320/IMG_20120101_164013.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I woke up at 9:30am somehow, so I did crossword puzzles and Sporcled for a while until everyone woke up and we headed out to lunch at Ming's. Then we wandered the UT campus, checked out the turtle pond, and chilled in the empty fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the apartment and just sat around talking until we went on another HEB run to buy ingredients for dinner. I showered when we got back and then rewatched a couple episodes of &lt;i&gt;Parks and Rec&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;over dinner. We then attempted to play the &lt;i&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/i&gt; drinking game, but it didn't pan out as we wished it to, and we ended up just watching episodes without drinking. Since that kind of failed, we played a few Korean drinking games (which everyone couldn't really get into :( ) + Thumper + King's Cup + Poker (~Hold'em AND 5-/7-card stud~) until I got tired around 3:30am and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up at a more reasonable noon hour and we all left random videos on each other's FB walls and then headed out to Whataburger for lunch. We then went by Carolyn's apartment for a bit, that cute little place, and shortly after, packed up to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive back was one of the most fun 3-4 hours ever. Lauren and I blasted music to sing along to the whole damn way, and there was not a lull in the affair. 90's music is always the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back home just in time for dinner. Then I proceeded to plan a hangout with Fang, and we eventually decided to go to Denny's at 11:00pm with Lauren, and I finally got to eat my long-awaited Chicken Fried Steak + Eggs meal. ♥ :9999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about my love for &lt;i&gt;Jeopardy&lt;/i&gt; (!!!), but it was reawakened by Lauren who nudged us along at around 1:00am to make it home in time for it. BUT Fang is lame and doesn't like&lt;i&gt; Jeopardy&lt;/i&gt; (OR Trivial Pursuit OR Catchphrase WHAT IS HIS LIFE), so I had to drop him off at his house. Then we went to Lauren's house and watched &lt;i&gt;Jeopardy&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; Friends&lt;/i&gt; while I eventually got distracted by Angry Birds curse Lauren for making me download it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I haven't been writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-7226973527973831680?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7226973527973831680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/7226973527973831680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/7226973527973831680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-of-2011.html' title='The last of 2011'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G46pdj58_BI/TwNN3FDUqKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SRrU1RfKyj4/s72-c/IMG_20111227_122744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-6577665917433689441</id><published>2011-12-25T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T23:59:11.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic me'/><title type='text'>Merry anything to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas from Texas~! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8RHzn1JFAU/Tvdlwryj2mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VU9hlE0eSDk/s1600/Snapshot_20111225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8RHzn1JFAU/Tvdlwryj2mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VU9hlE0eSDk/s320/Snapshot_20111225.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's haul of gifts include:&lt;br /&gt;- Scarf - from Cindy&lt;br /&gt;- "Book" in which my siblings wrote messages to me - from Anthony&lt;br /&gt;- New laptop! - from "parents" aka me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't opened the laptop yet because I've used this one (my old one) for much too long, and it's hard to part ways with it. Plus, I'll have to customize it all over again to have all my bookmarks and programs, etc. Oh, first world problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've been pretty productive ever since I came home. I've finished applying for 5 internships so far, but I still feel like I should apply for more. I'll do that when I get to New York. I got to see family, hug and kiss adorable adorable Anthony, played jetlagged Mah-Jong with Lauren, Jordon, and Claudia, and lunched with Iris for a few hours at Panera Bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start properly packing for my trip back to NY, bahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have things left that I want to do here :(&lt;br /&gt;-59 Diner&lt;br /&gt;-Denny's for chicken fried steak breakfast&lt;br /&gt;-See Callie and Fang&lt;br /&gt;-Lazily watch television in the comfort of my own home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-6577665917433689441?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6577665917433689441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-anything-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/6577665917433689441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/6577665917433689441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-anything-to-you.html' title='Merry anything to you.'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8RHzn1JFAU/Tvdlwryj2mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VU9hlE0eSDk/s72-c/Snapshot_20111225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-6150499802033347091</id><published>2011-12-23T08:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:12:06.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I never wanna leave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1jbX_-kQUw/TvR9DFdCxII/AAAAAAAAAFA/wflcKqQUxJI/s1600/Snapshot_20111223_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1jbX_-kQUw/TvR9DFdCxII/AAAAAAAAAFA/wflcKqQUxJI/s320/Snapshot_20111223_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;omg, it feels so great to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk &amp;amp; cereal for breakfast. ♥ Plus an orange. Oh dairy and fruit, how I've sincerely missed you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay jetlag. I went to bed at 6:30pm right after dinner and woke up at 4:30am~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;♥&amp;nbsp;MY BED&amp;nbsp;♥&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my new phone: Samsung Galaxy Nexus. Soooo nice omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending today writing cover letters and applying for internships. Then I'll recap the end of my semester in Korea. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-6150499802033347091?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6150499802033347091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-never-wanna-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/6150499802033347091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/6150499802033347091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-never-wanna-leave.html' title='I never wanna leave.'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1jbX_-kQUw/TvR9DFdCxII/AAAAAAAAAFA/wflcKqQUxJI/s72-c/Snapshot_20111223_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-7044177852147419019</id><published>2011-12-20T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:25:08.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye.</title><content type='html'>I'm crying myself to sleep tonight because I'm spending my last night in Korea in my dorm, instead of hanging out with all my friends whom I'll never see again for one last night, only because I have an exam at 9am tomorrow morning and because this fucking dorm didn't fucking coordinate its schedule with the school and is forcing everyone to move out tomorrow, regardless of if we have exams or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm never going to be able to say my proper goodbyes to everyone, never going to be able to tell everyone how much I love them so much and how much I've enjoyed my time with them so so much, and never going to be able to bring our friendships full circle and end on a perfect note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, this is why you live every day like it's your last because you never know what strings of fate will fuck you over and force you to take an exam in the impossible hours of the morning on your last day, instead of letting you stay up all night with the best people in the world whom you'll never see again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-7044177852147419019?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7044177852147419019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-bye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/7044177852147419019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/7044177852147419019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-bye.html' title='Good bye.'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-3971179098319509395</id><published>2011-12-12T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:42:16.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml &apos;poetry&apos;'/><title type='text'>9 days.</title><content type='html'>Only late at night do I have this peculiar tendency to not sleep and want to write something,&lt;br /&gt;but what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because being alone in my room, late at night, only magnifies the fact that I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;That no one's bothering to call me&lt;br /&gt;or talk to me&lt;br /&gt;or invite me out&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I fucked things up here for myself and I thought it was the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;And it was definitely the right thing to do or now I would still be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'm used to being chosen&lt;br /&gt;for being the stronger one&lt;br /&gt;but this time&lt;br /&gt;stronger&lt;br /&gt;meant&lt;br /&gt;bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;openly bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no one likes that.&lt;br /&gt;and no one wants to be with that.&lt;br /&gt;and no one wants to be friends with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's how life is supposed to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-3971179098319509395?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3971179098319509395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/9-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/3971179098319509395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/3971179098319509395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/9-days.html' title='9 days.'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-516423646389771533</id><published>2011-12-05T08:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:47:13.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good decisions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tlCC1XojRzM" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I might've had this song on repeat and danced along with it as I showered just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I might be listening to Gladys Knight's "Midnight Train to Georgia" right now and soulfully singing along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I might be marathoning &lt;i&gt;Will &amp;amp; Grace&lt;/i&gt; from the very first episode right now instead of going out with everyone tonight, in spite of the fact that we only have 2 weeks left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-516423646389771533?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/516423646389771533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/516423646389771533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/516423646389771533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/maybe.html' title='Good decisions.'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tlCC1XojRzM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-6409090888578945230</id><published>2011-12-04T05:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T05:42:54.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today i'/><title type='text'>길치</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://throughtheeyesofcanon.tumblr.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnTnG94t7KA/TttN2-9Bo1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/LmAs7aXTpMM/s320/lightss.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The plan yesterday was to go to 압구정 and party at Monkey Beach, which is supposed to be this awesome Thai-style bar, and possibly meet up with super hot James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam and I had dinner at Taco Bell (surprise) beforehand and spent our usual too many hours there. Everyone was ready to leave, but they all wanted to take a taxi there. It was only around 10pm, so Cam and I decided the two of us would just take the subway there and find our own way to Monkey Beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL, by the time we reached our transfer station at 을지로3가, we had just missed the train to 압구정 and the next one was going to be in 20 minutes, so we were like fuck it and decided to taxi to 압구정역.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, it took us a little too damn long to hail down a taxi. Fucking Koreans and being racist against foreigners, they would either not stop for us completely or stop in front of other Koreans instead. The taxi drivers here are such dicks. We finally got one, and he drove pretty dangerously and pretty damn quickly. When we had to pay, I decided to pay with card, but it was declined, so Cam paid in cash. We're both pretty sure we double-paid for that shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found a website that had pretty detailed walking directions from the station to Monkey Beach, so we followed exactly what the first step said: "Walk straight for about 10 minutes until you see Galleria." We sure as hell did not find the Galleria,&amp;nbsp;which is supposed to be this huge ass department store that you couldn't miss,&amp;nbsp;so I had to start asking fucking every person who walked by us. They kept sending us farther and farther away from our starting point. Thank fucking god that I'm currently learning the 교통 lesson in Korean class right now because I would not have been able to ask for directions or interpret what was being said otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked for about an hour or so and still could not find Galleria for some annoying reason. And the Galleria wasn't even our final destination- we still had to find Monkey Beach and meet up with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up in this weird alleyway, which we totally knew was not the right way, despite what everyone else's directions were leading us to. We cracked a joke about how we were gonna find Monkey Beach before we even reached Galleria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One minute later, we found Monkey Beach before we reached Galleria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irony's such a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I had totally walked off my dinner by that point and was hungry as hell, so our brilliant minds decided it'd be a great idea to just down some soju and Red Bull to make up for the night. Immediately got drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monkey Beach wasn't worth going through all that we went through to get there. The buckets of drinks were pretty cool to drink out of, but it was super crowded and no hot guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugest bummer of the night: hot James didn't even come and probably isn't coming back to Seoul, and Scott told me that James had totally wanted to fuck me. Goddammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam and I left the place at around 4am and went to Burger King to eat meal #3 of the day. We stayed there til about 6:30am talking about getting laid, and then walked back to SK and went to bed at 7am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classy night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson of the story: Fuck Galleria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-6409090888578945230?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6409090888578945230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/6409090888578945230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/6409090888578945230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='길치'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnTnG94t7KA/TttN2-9Bo1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/LmAs7aXTpMM/s72-c/lightss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-5773153942977307769</id><published>2011-12-03T05:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T06:30:04.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Good ol' days of sitcoms.</title><content type='html'>I miss watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kEMgXDeSd8/TtoF0SgpLcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o41Blc8_liU/s1600/ccfbmsg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epWy8naq0ak/TtoF4_9O-iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EeuG5fj9ltw/s1600/Clipboard02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHDrgVoQ4t8/TtoEv2-PSBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1cd5hoeIr84/s1600/Clipboard02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZM_bF0dAko/TtoDRiycueI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GpgtxxGt1bY/s1600/ccfbmsg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSNW3Z1uPrY/TtoDSBGvhgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kTgCD1hEiJg/s1600/Clipboard02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqPA1xzLzYU/TtoEvnBTRcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n0jlxOHaGJs/s1600/ccfbmsg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Will &amp;amp; Grace&lt;br /&gt;8 Simple Rules (John Ritter era)&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm in the Middle&lt;br /&gt;Just Shoot Me&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina the Teenage Witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF on ABC was also kind of my jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-5773153942977307769?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5773153942977307769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-ol-days-of-sitcoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/5773153942977307769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/5773153942977307769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-ol-days-of-sitcoms.html' title='Good ol&apos; days of sitcoms.'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kEMgXDeSd8/TtoF0SgpLcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o41Blc8_liU/s72-c/ccfbmsg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-7587072340887332465</id><published>2011-11-27T10:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T10:54:25.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqlaikLqS_k/TtJTER_t_QI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZyqQJfYjRCM/s1600/0924111504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqlaikLqS_k/TtJTER_t_QI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZyqQJfYjRCM/s320/0924111504.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lexxistoness.tumblr.com/"&gt;That's hot.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That reminds me, I get a free manicure from the nail salon downstairs. Traded a free Americano coupon and a 24-pack of toilet paper for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the topic of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a bitch: I've done it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be kind of disconcerting to others that this isn't even the first time I've decided to just cut someone completely out of my life, despite the fact that they've been a significant part of it. It's just that when there's bullshit, I am just completely not willing to put up with it, especially when it's been going on for 3 months now, and I just want to be able to enjoy my last month here (3 weeks to be exact! Ouch.) however I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like a bitch move, but is it really so bad if I'm able to mold my life to my own terms when I can, instead of suffering? If someone is being difficult in your life, and you've tried what you've could to fix the situation and nothing's worked, then I really feel like the best solution is to leave them and move on with your life. You really can't keep dwelling or else you'll get nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-7587072340887332465?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7587072340887332465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/7587072340887332465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/7587072340887332465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude.html' title='Attitude.'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqlaikLqS_k/TtJTER_t_QI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZyqQJfYjRCM/s72-c/0924111504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413264997069682792.post-6212797621869347144</id><published>2011-11-24T01:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T01:55:24.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I Am Thankful For:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The experiences I have been lucky to have this year&lt;/b&gt; - I got to visit Europe for the first time in my life and got to travel to so many different countries with a great group of people. I've never lived in such a peaceful city as Prague, so it was a very nice experience, but Paris was my favorite. It really brought out the latent artistic, refined side of myself. Now I am living in Seoul, which is a complete 180 degree turn of a cultural and living experience from living in Europe. I've been traveling this whole year and have so many stories to tell from this one year alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Great friends&lt;/b&gt; - I realize that the only person who will always be by my side in life is myself, and that people will come and go, so I am grateful for anyone who has continued to stay by my side to this day, even if they will leave me in the future. Carolyn, Kathryn, Linda, Iris, Lauren, Callie, Jordon, Caleb, Fang, Han, Patrick, Connie, Cameron, and anyone else- you guys are all a part of my friendship pie at the moment, and I am thankful for that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wonderful family&lt;/b&gt; - I'm surrounded by many people with severed families and am grateful that I have a huge loving family, in spite of the occasional riffs that are characteristic of any family. I love my caring parents for supporting me in the experiences I've wanted to have- paying for my NYU tuition, allowing me to study abroad for this whole year, etc. I love my 4 younger siblings- Christina, Cindy, Annie, and Anthony. Even though I don't show them how much my life would be incomplete without them, I really am grateful to have so many littles who look up to me, and I couldn't imagine not growing up in a household filled with loud laughter, screaming, and scuttling feet 24/7.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm thankful for the same things every year, but it shouldn't be a bad thing because it's great that everything I'm thankful for is with me every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving 2011, from Seoul, South Korea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413264997069682792-6212797621869347144?l=canwedothatagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6212797621869347144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/6212797621869347144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413264997069682792/posts/default/6212797621869347144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canwedothatagain.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011.html' title='Thanksgiving 2011'/><author><name>conz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830442539964634164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5nUbY7yxig/TtJXhjT31yI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wbmlnhNE9Q/s220/0924111504%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
