What am I doing now?

I’m painting, metaphorically. Blogging is painting for me. It’s scary, and I have no idea if this is my calling anymore because frankly my life turned upside down the moment I entered my first Media lecture at UNSW (or graduated with no prospective of jobs nor residency in Australia), but all my aspirations and dreams aside, I do simply want to do this. I want to share the bitsy bobsy things in my life. I enjoy and learn a great deal from nosing into other people’s lives through blogs and vlogs, so hopefully my life gets peeked by others, in a positive way. Let’s see what more thoughts this blogging triggers and what aspects of my life it magnifies. It’ll be an exploration. A fresh start, like that Sata in my short story (although – spoiler alert – Sara is doomed.)

Cosmopolitan (the idea not the mag)

According to Wikipedia, cosmopolitanism is defined as “the ideology that all human beings belong to a single community, based on a shared morality”. It slightly surprised me because to me, the definition has always been “a citizen of the world who feels never at home in a particular country and or or at the same time home wherever he or she is”, the way I learned it at uni in one of my Media classes. So naturally, I thought that was me. I still do, all political aspects aside, feel that there is never a home for me on this planet, yet I do not really mind where I am either because I can make myself at home wherever I am.

This is not a recent thought, but I have been feeling particularly more “cosmopolitan” these past few weeks. It seems that at mid-twenties, the only thing girls seem to be able to talk about is wedding and marriage – settling. And being first or second generation immigrants, my friends and I are sometimes discussing the possibility of moving back to South Korea. But I don’t know how anyone ever picks one country, city or even a suburb to live in for the rest of their life, let alone living in their own country. How do people find… home?

Options I have:

  1. To live in South Korea, where I am from.
  2. To live in Australia, where I am now.
  3. To live in Thailand, where I grew up.
  4. To live elsewhere.

You see, I don’t like – or rather, mind – any of these options. They’re all fine.

To consider the first three options would be so boring. I’ve lived in all those countries already. How can you choose one place for an indefinite amount of time of your life, like the rest of your life? This question pinpoints my dilemma.

I could live in South Korea, as it would be a nice place to raise my child(ren) and teach their mother tongue just until they reach their teen years. I do not want to send my child(ren) to Korean middle or high school because they are way too competitive and focused on rote learning. Thailand is not bad because they have excellent international schools, but I myself would personally like to widen my views and not go back to places where I had already been. Australia is definitely lovely – the weather, the beaches, the lifestyle… But then again I have already been here for six years and plan to stay here for at least another three years.

This leaves me with option number four, with which I find myself googling “countries easy to migrate to”. There are so many amazing places – continents I’ve never touched! – yet the problem of visa stands in my way. Why? Why!!!

Okay. From here on I am one hundred percent cosmopolitan. I wish there were no boundaries! No political boundaries! It’s not like Earth is that big, too. This world we live in is so small.

Here is an extension of thought – also not recent. Has anyone else out there felt the life that Earth has for us is extremely limited? No matter where you go, Asia, Africa, Europe… humans are bound to the same necessities of life, the same structures of society, the same body and the same life. We are all doing the same thing here. No matter how hard you try to be unique, we are left with this same old life on earth.

This idea first struck me in high school, and ever since then it’s actually put me into perspective for good. The whole agenda of stardom, power and wealth is just ridiculous. As they say, you just have to appreciate the little things in life. The little, private things in your life are like secrets – it becomes more valuable with less number of people involved.

Ahem. In conclusion, cosmoplitanism seems like a good idea to me now. (As long as I can’t migrate to a different universe.)

Favourite local cafe

Ever since I discovered this cafe in my hood, it became my go-to place for coffee or a slow, lazy day out. Frankly have not had much food here yet, but their coffee is always great; plus, their interior and plant-pot-full terrace is really what I love about this place.

 

And here’s my new favourite tote bag that’s posing for me on the chair 😉 Designed by my very sister, the former fashion designer, back in business again! Seeing the results of her bag designs made me believe that uni degrees actually get real. So proud of her. Genuinely loving the products and can’t wait to see more!

Juice is the new beer

Wearing my new MNG jumper and newly handed-down LV crossbody, plus my fave Topshop jeans and Sportscraft flats, there I am, thrilled and wide-eyed at the juice shop in the city.

The place has a pub vibe for its music and lights, but they serve only juice and coffee! It had a fun ambience, yet the place strangely was filled with sitting down people reading and working on laptops. This kind of juice shops should totally replace all the overabundant cafes these days.

Destroyed jeans

Mood: “exams got me like”

Destroyed jeans work all year round and are one-hundred percent “me”. They make any outfit a little more down to earth yet sophisticated, with the right cut and fit around the bums. These cost me $30, if I’m not wrong, about three years ago at Valleygirl. That’s right – the uber affordable, fast fashion-forward Valleygirl. They have nylon in them and fit me while I weighed 5 kilos more than what I do now, too. In fact these jeans fit me and my sister at a rather wide range of sizes that they remind me of magic pants from The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants!