What is it with Korean guys and blow dryers?

The title says it all. I really don’t understand why almost every Korean guy seems to own one… Don’t get  me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with owning a blow dryer; even I own one! I have a simple, yet beautiful blue Conair that looks something like this:

Maybe it’s something we grew up with? I remember interacting with an extended family with many females. They all used blow dryers to dry their hair, so I instinctively used one to do the same ever since I could take showers by myself.

The reason this was brought to my attention was because of one of my suitemates for the summer. Of course he happens to be Korean and owns a blow dryer. I hear it every morning after he takes his shower, and my blow dryer returns the call from my side of the suite after my shower.

It’s funny because when I googled “Korean blow dryer,” this gif came up:

Yea..no comment.

What’s even more disturbing is the fact that this came from a site made up of “Asian Fanfics.” For those of you not familiar with the term, Fanfic = Fan Fiction (i.e. stories of fiction, written by fans). No, these aren’t fanfics of Asian origin or anything… These are fanfics about Asians. Someone out there must really, really like Asians (fetish, if you will) if they have the time to write stories about Asian people and the Asian things they do.

Here’s a link to the story this gif came from: http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/159980/1/blow-dryer-yaoi-baekho-nuest

I think it’s something like a homoerotic story about two Korean guys….and it involves a blow dryer somehow. Don’t bother asking me what it’s about cause I was thoroughly creeped out and only stayed long enough on the site to take the gif.

The Anomalies of Frozen Dinners

Yesterday was the first time I went grocery shopping entirely for myself. It was probably the most intense and most expensive trip I made with the total ending up at nearly $100… But apparently that’s a normal amount for most people living on their own, as traumatic as it may be. It definitely makes you appreciate the “free” food you get at a home with loving parents.

Another thing that I’ve learned to appreciate is some good old home cooking. I really enjoy cooking myself, but my lazy self can’t get around to doing it too often. Since I still need to eat, I’ve invested in a supply of frozen dinners. It’s kind of ironic because as a kid, I used to love frozen dinners and would consider having one as a treat. Now, it’s a sad excuse for a nice meal 😦

I’ve never really liked the “Chicken Fried Chicken” terminology. It’s too redundant and gives you the sense that they’re trying too hard to prove what they’re selling is indeed chicken. On the outside, it’s packaged all nicely and “enlarged to show quality.” Check out the steamy effect that the mashed potatoes get! But in reality, it’s almost a bold-faced lie that they can make something like that out of something like this:

Notice the burnt gravy? That might have been my fault. Or the microwave’s. But I was mostly disappointed by my mashed potatoes — they were gritty and didn’t have the nice steam effect. All in all, it only cost me a dollar, so  I’m not complaining (too much).

2011 In Review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 9,100 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

not-so great expectations

I don’t like to dream too big so that I fall short of my expectations. I’d rather become happy from doing better than I expected. Even landing among the stars requires a period of falling. So why not hop from one star to the next? Maybe someday you’ll reach the moon.

to be loved

Some people are loved throughout their life. Being loved comes at no cost to them because it is handed to them on a silver platter. Some people strive to be loved throughout their life. Always wandering, always searching, for a taste of this elusive joy. What is the difference between these two types of people? Chance. Luck. Life? Whatever it is, it makes all the difference.

The irony lies in the level of appreciation.

turkey & chocolate milk

It’s the end of this year’s Turkey Day!~

I went to my aunt’s house again as per tradition with my cousin, Diane. It’s great having family in Georgia to go to during holidays like this, and I really appreciate being able to eat a home-cooked meal every now and then. My aunt, being the sociable woman she is, brought an armada of middle-aged housewives to her house to help cook Thanksgiving dinner. I’m not sure if she did any cooking herself, buy hey that’s what friends are for, right? I’m not complaining haha. Here are some pictures that I stole from my cousin’s facebook:

That's One Handsome Turkey

So Much Foods!

Looking at all this food makes me happy =D I contributed to the meal by making the garlic bread (bottom right). Not much, but no one can blame me for free loading haha. And of course, the armada of middle-aged women brought all their children along as well:

Little Rascals

And this wasn’t even all the kids. But it certainly makes things more lively having them all around. Right now though, the house is pretty quiet cause everyone but me, my little cousin Grace, her friend, and my uncle who has work tomorrow is out Black Friday shopping. I would’ve gone too, but I suffered a minor concussion last night >.>

It was kinda ridiculous cause I set the alarm after everyone went to bed, but forgot about that and opened the door a little later. The alarm started going off, so I rushed over to disable it… I happened to be holding a glass of water in my hand at the time, so as I was running over, I spilled all the water on the hardwood floor. This caused me to slip and fall by the staircase. I hit my head on the bottom step of the staircase and blacked out for a couple seconds. I literally saw bursts of flashing lights… I remembered going to bed thinking how lucky I was to not have a concussion…only to wake up today feeling like the bed was spinning around me.

After I saw Diane off for shopping (and told her to buy me something on the basis that I was going to die from my concussion in my sleep), I made my little cousin and her friend some chocolate milk cause they said they were hungry. They should have gone to bed two hours ago, but I’m not gonna force them to sleep. I don’t remember the last time staying up past my bedtime was a treat. That’s what these festive occasions are for, right? Hope y’all had a great turkey day and are going to bed with your stomachs full!~

Take a Step Back

When you take a step back and place your life on hold, something amazing happens. Strip yourself of your comfort, your friends, your livelihood — just about anything that makes it your usual life. You see a new world and a new place below the stars. You build your life from the beginning and call on the only thing you own: your instinct. A new-found, almost primal instinct comes out to show you what’s really going on behind all the layers that you placed within your life. Take a step back, and you will understand what is important to you.

And when you come back, you’ll understand what a mess you’ve created. Come back to the reality of your life, and see through these new eyes. What has spiraled out of control? What has crashed, and what has burned? What has led from one thing to another to the point where you can’t turn back? Take a step back, and you’ll see that there is nothing you can do to change what’s been done.