let lemons be angry

I'm back from korea and am so sick of shopping. Shopping there has cured my insatiable hunger for seeing new things. No more peering into shops to look at shoes, bags (oh bags, ughh), earrings or t-shirts for a long while. Just the day after i went to the forementioned Santa's Workshop, i went to the warehouses that sell the raw materials for making accessories, and that is even more mind-blowing, more insane, and more more more, just more. Everyone must experience Shopping In Korea. There is nothing like it. It's not your safe Saturday adventure downtown to catch up with old friends, mingled with casual teas and chitchat. Shopping in Korea means shopping. Enough about that for now, just thinking about it makes me dizzy. And no, the only "Be the Reds!" t-shirt i saw was on a fat little boy on the street, and anyway, there is no chance i will be seen buying one of those. The pictures will be up soon, hopefully tomorrow. Tomorrow will be my Day of Sanity, when i go about the nice things like waking up later and uploading pictures and maybe visiting that new library. And eating blander things that aren't preserved or steeped in chilli sauce. Don't get me wrong, i like korea. I'm constantly amused by koreans and their passionate country. The lecherous stallholders, the talkative taxi drivers, the pushy old women, the strange things all of them say, the interesting food. It's a whole experience that everyone should go through.

i visited the place i spent my first year in, but my mother couldn't find the house. It's either been pulled down, or my mother's memory has betrayed her. After all it's been sixteen years. But i walked around the little town, trying to get a feel of its charm. I even visited the supermarket we used to go to, and surprise surprise, a little memory of it popped back into my head. A memory of me sitting in the child seat of the trolley, getting free(?) crab sticks from the crab stick man every time we made our grocery rounds. Another childhood memory "popped" the moment i saw the office building. That hill, that sign, and it all came back. I remember all the office people crowding on that hill to take a picture, and taking an awfully long time to get in formation. I was momentarily separated from my parents, but i found my daddy somewhere at the top of the crowd. Camera flash, the people dispersed. It's nice to know that little memories hide away to be revived when triggered. They thought they'd stay un-noticed forever, but no, i had to come back to korea and remember them. Remember: to re-member something, to make it a member once again?

I'm dizzy, i'm dizzy. It's time i came home and rested.