I'm blogging from a PC 방 in Incheon Airport New town right now. I just sent my family off at the airport having spent the past week with my family on a package tour in Korea. I'll say its a good closure because I was able to share some of my experience with my family, snacking at the roadside stalls, sightseeing etc. It was just a pity that they couldn't get to see the snow in Seoul this time round.

There's some kid having Jang Woo Hyuk's song on the repeat mode while playing Starcraft.
I suspect this song will be replaying in my head as I leave Korea tomorrow. If it is able to beat Wondergirls' infectious "Tell me".

I guess good things must always come to an end. This 4 months hiatus from the hectic NTU life was an enjoyable and memorable one. It is with a tinge of sadness that I type this post.

There are lots of thing that I will miss from Korea.

Drinking. Singing. Dotaing.

Food. Jajangmyeon. Rapoggi. Samgyupsal. Bibimmyeon. Gimbab. Kimchi maybe. hah.

Sights. Autumn maple leaves. Naechangshan. Pusan. Yonsei. Snow. Seoul. Sinchon. Ewha. Myeongdong.

People.
Liwei, Crystal, Ariyo. Travelling, meal, drinking, shopping, sightseeing buddies.
The i-house people, my roommate, Andrew.
Korean friends, Edward, many thanks for allowing me to put up at your house and lending me the handphone. Not to mention all the advice regarding getting around places and where to find stuff.
My language exchange buddy, Hyeong Chan, I'll remember that last karaoke night, that was good time although it was the first time we sang together. It was an indescribable feeling to be able to sing Fly to the Skys' songs with someone, especially with a pro :). Shiok!

Ok, enough of reminscing, or rather documenting for the purpose of reminscing in the future.
I'd better head to look for a 찜질방 (sauna) around this unfamiliar area, I pray my navigation skills and my half fucked Korean will me able to secure me one, if not I would have to spend my night at a lubsub Love motel, or some sleazy nightclub.

Aww. The Jang Woo Hyuk song is still playing in the background.

Most exchange student will tend to miss home after a while. Family, friends. Food. The clean streets. The Singlish, the 'F U la and the "chao CB". Other than that I wouldn't say I missed home very much, maybe cos I skype pretty often and hearing my mum's voice helps to assuage most of my worries and homesickness.

I don't have the dying urge within me to get back to Singapore. Maybe because I have become accustomed to the Korean culture. Or perhaps, love the people that are here with me now. Sometimes I wished I could transfer my family and friends from Singapore using an UFO catcher machine and let them join in the fun.

The two things that exchange students dread would be failing their courses here and leaving.
Theres a high possibility that the former might come true for me, considering how hard I played even during the exam period. Out of 5 papers, for 4 of them I drank the night before and for 1 i had a terrible hangover that I had to resort to circle random MCQ answers.
I think I set out one of my objective as 'play hard study hard'
In Korea, I learnt to play hard..as for the study hard part, hahaha I guessed it never happened.

Packing luggage can be an annoying thing, when you are faced with the knick-knacks that have some bizarre sentimental value like stolen soju cups, expired tickets, used admission tickets, "Lust, Caution" ticket, unused condom (that my roommate gave me).

Anyway, those stuff can be still be packed...given a big enough luggage or a big enough wallet to afford courier service to deliver back home. Just because its Ko-rea, it doesn't mean that cou-rier is cheap, its not. hurhur. And I am sorry for the terrible pun, i just couldn't resist it.

After several hours of packing, I managed to get most of my stuff into my huge luggage. What I couldn't sort out was my emotional baggage. I hate having baggage, emotional or physical. In fact, I think the two are linked. Sure, luggage is a sign of worldliness, but too much luggage is a sign of neediness.

We all have baggage. I think it’s impossible to experience life without collecting baggage along the way. Baggage full of countless events we’d never forget, memories that stretched beyond the memory sticks of our cameras or even stolen camera. And we have baggage that we wish we could leave unclaimed with the hope that someone else will know what to do with it. With a little work, we can all take the baggage that we’ve crumpled into little balls and shoved into spaces that are too small out of hiding, examine it a little to see if it’s worth holding on to, and if it is, neatly fold it and decide if it is worth pursuing.

I think I’ve done a pretty good job of organizing the piles. I’ve started to neatly pack most of mental duffle bags of memories here in Korea. Hai..

I should be out drinking but I guess not, maybe I will leave that to tomorrow night.
My last night as a Yonsei exchange student before I depart from this place which filled me with priceless moments and precious memories.

Hmm actually I've accumulated quite a lot of blogging materials but I am way too lazy to blog.

Come to think of it some stuff shouldnt be placed on blog/facebook..nights of decadence, drinking would be meaningless to anyone apart from myself. I can easily review my personal photos when I am trying to mug hard in Ntu next semester and relive those seoul crazy nights.

Sightseeing is also pretty meaningless when you go alone. Dongdaemun is dongdaemun. Ok shopping, what else? Its the people that you travel with that makes each trip special and unique. Same goes with drinking. If you ask me drinking beer/soju tastes like crap, but its the company that you are with and the entire atmosphere that makes its lively.

Shyt, I am in a pensive mood after coming back from a Tarot card/fortune telling session in a cafe in Sinchon. Hai.