I finally figured out what I would want, though: Gift certificates to art classes. Actually I had more that I had thought of, but now as I write my blog entry I can’t remember any of the others. So I assume Gift certificates to art classes or miniature classes would be the most significant.

This made me remember about someone talking about how they wanted a coach bag or diamond earrings. I guess what I would really want would be to make a awesome steampunk earring holder! Or making a light box. Pretty much anything that involves organizing will rock my boat it seems. Maybe this is a good thing, honestly, I’d probably end up losing nice earrings unless they connected me to the interwebs all the time.

p.s. It’s not my b-day soon anymore, it has long past… but better late than never eh? ;p

Note: I’m not hating on Twitter, in fact I’m a big fan of twitter. So uh.. don’t get mad.

Here is the comic, click on the image for a large view. Enjoy!

This code instigated a frantic six hour search for the slick but not cheap looking sexy black dress (from the sales section). In addition to the sexy black heels to go with the dress, well… not really heels since they weren’t even 3 inches high. Regardless, they were high enough for me. But yes, six hours…. I just happened to realize (on the day of) that I had no appropriate outfit for the club that I was going to called On Broadway for a friend’s birthday. When I inquired about the dress code over a aim conversation the response was:

B-day Girl: Dress code: no flip flops tshirts or cargo pants. We’re on the VIP list! Its high class baby!
Me: … o__o;

So I might have had thoughts to wear the cargo pants and possibly the flip-flops. Actually, this was exactly what I was going to wear to go clubbing that night. *doh* Fortunately, my wardrobe gained a level with the dress-code-friendly outfit and all was well. There was also the realm of make-up, but not going to go into that. =_=;

The Nightclub was pretty swank with 5 unique “rooms of music” to dance in. There was the main dance floor “15,000 square feet 100,000 watts of booming sound, & 20,000 watts of intelligent lighting” (according to flyer), Karma Lounge (hip hop), Ultra Lounge (80′s), Gallery Bar (R&B), and The Vault. It totally shattered the shady/sketchy image that I had meticulously formed in my imagination of what the interior of a nightclub would look like. Yes. I was quiet impressed. After exploring all the rooms and having some sex on the beach, a 4 hour long epic dancing/fun followed.

Overall it was an excellent experience – other than uh… the “interesting” encounters, but those encounters are most likely inevitable in any club setting. My feet were killing me by the end of the night. I have a new found respect for girls who can dance well in high heels. Until the next time I go clubbing, I’ll practice walking in my heels. Hopefully, the next time I go I’ll have a date! >_< b

Here is some interesting history of the building.

I got to my room and nested myself on my only source of cushioning. Then my mom decided that we were going to attend the “Korea international Jewelry and watch fair 2007!” ::Gai sensei’s overly dramatic ocean wave:: I resisted, I really did! I put up a fight! Kicking and screaming internally… I fear the wrath of my mother more than the wrath of god o.o; – and somehow I transformed from glorious P.J. life to the not-so-glorious outside-my-room mode. It was as if I had gotten hit by a truck full of tactics that moms use to make you give in to their will and eventually one of them works… one day I will master that skill. But yeah as if I was sleep walking I was transferred from my room to the Co-ex at Samsung station.

There were multiple conventions happening, such as the IGF (imported goods fair), “The Greatest Fairy Tale” an exhibit of Hans Christian Andersen and his fairy tales, and a few more. I wanted to go to “The Greatest Fairy Tale” but I decided to go on my own some other day. Apparently, it was the last day of the jewelry convention, which meant there were going to be sales, which meant there were going to be many women and men who were probably going crazy on the sales. I could hear an internal explosion happening in my head. We managed to get in for 5000 wons, which is about $5, for two people. We bought the tickets from a sketchy man, not the actually ticket booth. If I get into that I’ll have to write a book about this convention. So I will pass on those details.

When I entered, I got blinded, actually, confused because the convention was huge! And all the shiny glittering made my eyes dilate. I could see myself transforming into a dragon (I guess like the Hulk, except I’d be a dragon so it would be fine if my shirt rips) and raining terror on the many booths, taking all the precious gems for my lair. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately I’m not very interested in jewelry probably because I never wear the things I buy that I thought were awesome! I think that is when the Smaug inside of me, bends my will. Though the Smaug inside was interested in rubber stamps, origami paper, stickers, stamps, key chains, ribbons and the list can probably go a mile long. Usually there is a massive passion for one item. Then it’d be totally dropped for something new. I guess my hobbies are equivalent to “flings” in relationship terms. Though! I think I’m starting to take control of it and make that massive passion for consuming knowledge, rather than consuming. Ah. I went off track again =_=

The convention was packed with mostly females. I concluded that these women were nerds for jewels, like I used to be a nerd for figurines. It wasn’t all that bad. I got to learn about how jewels are sold by weight and that price is affected by how precious that gem is. Made me think about the different rupees and how they were different colors and such. There were an unimaginable variety of different types of jewels and jewelry, in addition to silver, gold, platinum, pearls, watches. Oh! They had meteorites and fossil dinosaur eggs! I was hoping to see some kryptonite, but I had no such luck. Besides, I got dragged away by my mom from the asteroid section that didn’t even attract mosquitoes.

While moving from booth to booth I wondered how the room full of estrogen was affecting people. To amuse myself I imagined the women as dragons. Fighting over their territory (booth) to find their precious gems. I guess 50-70% SALE is a pretty effective way to make people flip. These dragons had to pay instead of raining terror and taking things as they pleased. It was interesting to observe the men who looked as if they were there against their will. I guess they are like the human slaves that the dragons keep around for entertainment. I could hear the men looking like The Scream every time something new was added to the tray. I overheard a conversation between a high school female trio. One joked about how they would have brought their boyfriend to lavish them with gifts that they picked. Adding that they would have tricked them into coming to the convention. ^^;; Another replied with “if you had a boyfriend!” Sounding annoyed she just said “I’ll get one sooner than you!!” Thunder and lighting! Bickering, they just moved on with a stampede cloud in their wake.

From my observation, most men looked: Bored, worried, or were there for business. You would look pretty tired and bored if you were there for hours too. I was starting to feel worn out only after 3 hours and even though I can usually walk all day at Comic-Con. It was pretty scary being surrounded by a monstrous amount of jewelry consumers; not just women but some men as well. I guess if the environment changed to Comic-Con or Anime Expo, I’d be surrounded by a different category of consumers or swag collectors. It made me wonder if all of us had a Smaug inside of ourselves, some just decide to become more like Smaug than others. It really is amazing how much stuff people can accumulate in just one year. I don’t just see this in other people, I saw it with myself recently as I drove a car full of stuff that I hadn’t looked at for years to storage. Telling myself I would be “selling” them eventually and I’ve decided that I’ll do as soon as I come back home. Does having a luxury item really matter if you’re not using it? As I watched people of varying ages go nuts over jewelry I wondered, if diamonds were really “forever” and “a girl’s best friend.”

Hopefully I can check out the store I saw called “Robot & Robot” soon.

While I was on the subway I saw an interaction so brief and small that it seemed to yield no reaction from the people who were sitting closer to these two people. It was a moment between a young man and an old man. Their interaction, even though it was very short, made me smile and feel happy for the rest of the day.

There were no seats left on the subway and it was somewhat crowded, but not to the point that it was packed. People moved on and off the subway like waves. The subway car stopped, the doors opened, people trickled out and trickled in. At this stop there was a old man who was the last person to get on the car. He moved so slowly, one could imagine the sound of old rusting machine parts with each one of his plodding movements. The seats were all full and the special seats reserved for the elderly, were filled. When he finally got on, he saw that all the seats were filled. The doors closed and the car began to sway as it moved along the rails. Looking a little disappointed he started to move towards the closest place where he could lean his brittle and fragile body on, while trying to maintain his balance. Then a young man got out of his seat and gestured the old man to sit in the seat he had just been sitting in. The old man looked as if he had become younger with this gesture from the young man. He said it was all right to the young man with a smile and patted the young man’s shoulder. The young man just responded with a smile and helped the old man to the seat. Both were happy. One was happy for giving and the other happy that such a small act of kindness was given to him from a stranger. A few stops later the young man left and said goodbye to the old man. A few more stops after that the old man also left the car.

So there you have it: this very small, short moment that happened made me incredibly happy for the rest of that day. I’m not sure why I felt so happy. Maybe it’s because I see the similar “give your seat to the elderly” acts, but you can see that the person giving it up isn’t doing it because they want to or people who are given the seat look as if it is the way it should be. When the car is full and younger people are already seated and a elderly person comes on and walks towards these seats, I’ve observed that some people decide to not make eye contact. Others are listening to music so they’re in their “own world,” while some that were awake become sleepers. Eventually, someone decides to get up and give them the seat. There’s usually a three to five seat radius. Most of the time someone gets up. There are the occasionally times when no one gets up.

Maybe it’s because although a small act, it truly seemed to be a genuine act of kindness that was accepted gratefully.

Recently, there has been a lot of things happening in my life… Hopefully I can take these events and look at it as a learning experience and also learn the ability to move on from an event that seems like a catastrophe… While I was cleaning I found a piece titled “A Creed to Live By” written by an unknown writer. I thought I could share this for anyone who needs some words of wisdom.

A Creed to Live By

Don’t undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is because each of us is different that each of us is special.

Don’t set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you.

Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.

Don’t let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.

Don’t give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is really over — until the moment you stop trying.

Don’t be afraid to admit you are less than perfect. It is this fragile thread that binds us to each other.

Don’t be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.

Don’t shut love out of your life by saying it’s impossible to find. The quickest way to find love is to give love; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it to tightly, and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

Don’t dismiss your dreams. To be without dreams is to be without hope. To be without hope is to be without purpose.

Don’t run through your life so fast that you forget not only where you’ve been but where you’re going. Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.

Author unknown