A trip to Seoul is more complete with an excursion to Nami Island, a small island that’s located about 75 minutes away. The island rose to fame and became a major tourist destination when it became the shooting location of Winter Sonata, the TV series that led the first Korean Wave. It’s not just a scenic island filled with beautiful parks — it also features farms, museums, sculptures, architectures, etc. all spread out across the island.
We spent the day exploring the whole of the island, riding on our rented tandem bicycle and stopping by to take hundreds of pictures. Continue Reading
I was at DvF to check out the dresses.
Tried several that fit my criteria for a DvF dress: a classic collarless wrap in neutral tones.
The SA who was assisting me, Y, pointed out a batik-inspired, blue-based multicolor floral wrap dress for me to try — just like the one she was wearing. I declined putting it on, telling her it’s so different from what I’m used to. My dresses are usually colorful, yes, but when it comes to DvF I prefer them to be serious and low-key.
When I went home, though, I kept thinking about the dress. The print was not very DvF (neither was it very me) but it’s something! Continue Reading
Man wanted to introduce Asna to his significant other.
I found this out when I asked Asna out, but she told me she’d been booked by Man for that Saturday, to accompany him and his (girl) friend to some place.
She sighed when she said it, like she wasn’t willing to go.
I pretended to be offended at Man.
“Why does he want to introduce you to her, but not me?”
“I don’t know!” she shrugged.
“Hmm. If he introduced her to me, she’ll probably be terrified of me and go away.”
Asna’s evil smile was on.
“Then, maybe you should follow us…”
While she has known Reza since forever and never minded us dating, Asna’s concerned when it comes to Man dating other girls.
Asna’s back every other weekend.
The times she’s allowed to return overnight, she would return from Friday to Saturday.
Most times she’s only allowed to spend the day out and she’s spend it by going back home in the morning and returning to school in the late afternoon, almost every Saturday and Saturday.
Parents don’t have a life on most weekends because all they do is fetch her from school and then send her back. It’s not that Asna asks them to, but it’s like they see it as given.
“Don’t you feel bad that Mama and Babah are always picking you up and sending you back on Saturdays and Sundays?” I asked.
Her face was almost saying that it’s not her problem, but she hesitated and instead, said:
“If they want to sacrifice their time for me… I leave it up to them.”
Even so, I’m still impressed by the angle she chose in responding to me.
How can you truly appreciate a city without knowing its origins?
We were curious to know more about Seoul. Our previous visits to other places before this helped provide a different glimpses of the history of the city, but we were hoping to learn even more about it. Where else would be the right place to connect the dots if not for Seoul Museum of History?
Despite the heavy rain that day, we were adamant on making the trip and took a bus to get there.
Reminiscing with Asna the moments where she was a pain in the ass.
“I was such a brat right?”
“Yeah. Remember the time you threw a tantrum at the immigration department and rolled on the floor screaming that everyone was looking and judging us and making faces? Such a pain. Mama told me to take you away so I had to drag you from the floor with force and bring you to the supermarket on another block and get a KitKat (it had to be KitKat) to feed you for you to stop crying.”
“Of course you don’t.”
Asna is gifted with a stronger than average memory for things except for the times when she causes trouble and embarrassment to everyone else. She smiled though, because she was certain of the possibility of it happening.
Her response, with a proud face, in an attempt to make everything konon better:
“Well, just remember… that there are always other brats worse than me.”
My eyes hurt from rolling so hard.