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!

Sydney Writers’ Festival

Here’s a short account of my first time at Sydney Writers’ Festival. Wait, before I get into anything, how great is it that there is actually a festival to celebrate writers? Sydney’s the best.

I went to see Elaine Welteroth, the editor of Teen Vogue Magazine. It was a truly inspiring experience to see many young aspiring writers-slash-journalists gathered as one audience, and hearing about the on-hand experience at the mainstream publication. I learned that published on Teen Vogue are so many things that are not only said but also unsaid for thoroughly and politically feminist reasons. I genuinely hope they do their best to keep their status as the “unbiased truth teller” (albeit no existence can avoid being biased, including a magazine or a hard newspaper). Applause to Teen Vogue’s brave Photoshop-free approaches in many of their features.

I took this photo outside the venue just to have a nice photo to remember this day. The photos taken inside the auditorium was no use as it was dark and I have no photo skills for darkness.

Road tripping to Audley Boatshed

After being sick and bedridden for 18 hours on Good Friday, I was finally healthy enough to enjoy the long weekend with my boyfriend and his friends, the five of us.

Driving from Liverpool for a good hour, we listened to music and chatted away in the car. We had decided the Royal National Park as our vague destination, not steering ourselves to any particular point in the large reserve.

Luckily, we ended up at Audley Boatshed, where you can hire boats, canoes, kayaks, aqua bikes and even mountain bikes. We hired a boat to row ourselves for one hour for, I think, $20. Having arrived there at 3:30 pm, we had not much time to play – although we rowed too far and came back to the boat shed only at its closing hour. (They did not charge us for the extra thirty minutes.)

The view was grand. Ten minutes into rowing, we were already in the river with very few people in our sight. The water laid low under and between the trees on its either sides, which made me feel as though I was in one of the Vietnamese jungles that I’ve seen in the movies. I could imagine a crocodile or a rhinoceros presenting itself any second from the tall gregarious water plants, but the water had no life in it at all. I wondered why out loud, but none of my friends had the answer. We rowed in turns, argued who the best rower was and gazed at the nature every time the river took a slight turn. Continuous serenity wrapped us all, dusk falling upon us with subtle breezes, lifting us apart from the busy city egos.

As always, the good time had to come to an end. Sudden hunger, thirst and exhaustion took over the calm of it all, and we hurriedly searched for a place to eat.

The dinner was not of a fancy sort at all, but the day had fulfilled itself in showing us that there is more to it than the hustle and bustle and the Easter bunnies and the eggs. What picturesque world this earth originally was – that is what is etched in our minds from this short holiday today.

I lean back in the car seat on my way home, listening to my new song, Issues by Julia Michaels. We’re back on the rough road.