Walk away

A lot has happened in the past two months, and I’ve learned a great deal of what I want out of life. Not saying that I’m not an ambitious person, because I think if you were to speak to any of my friends, all of them would say I am a very ambitious person, but I think that sort of ambition needed a little more maturity and a little more wisdom. I’m still not there yet, but I’m a lot closer to that sort of state than ever before.

One of the main events that happened recently is that I finally moved out.

After many years of moaning, groaning, and just overall complaining about how much I hate the commute, how much I hate the suburbs, I finally went and did it. I moved downtown. Honestly, my overall happiness has improved immensely in the past few weeks. There were a lot of factors that contributed to why and when I moved out, but I won’t delve too deeply into that here. It does, however, relate back to knowing when to walk away.

I found out that it takes a lot of courage to move forward with your life. We’re all so accustomed to a certain way of life, a certain way of every day, that sometimes we forget that we will never achieve the greatness we deserve unless we actually take a step forward.

Sometimes it takes a really long time to be sure of a decision… But hey, high risk, high reward, right? None of us will get anywhere in life unless we change our perceptions and we change our mindsets.

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  • This looks like the most unappetizing dish of food ever, but it's got an amusing story behind it. (Well, I think it's amusing anyway.) So I'm a solo East Asian female traveller, right? Imagine me walking into a Spanish tapas pub of sorts by myself, not knowing a lick of Spanish and trying to understand how this pub works. (It was highly recommended on @foursquare.) ⁣
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I stood at the bar for like, 10 minutes trying to get the attention of one of the bartenders, but he just continued to look over my head. It was packed in this pub – at least two groups of #RealMadrid fans hanging around, decked out in full gear! – so what with busy bartenders and waiters, no one gave a two-shits about this East Asian girl standing and looking helplessly at the bar. Fair enough.⁣
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Finally though, I managed to get the bartender's attention and ordered a mojito. (Also recommended on @foursquare.) The bartender yells at his co-bartender buddy, and I apparently have to wait some more for this mojito to arrive. After a bit, I'm tired of standing around, and walks over to his buddy's side of the bar and looks at him expectantly.⁣
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This guy is cuuute. The top half of his face reminds me of @oscar_emboaba – the eyebrows, the eyes, the hair. But he still takes ages to give me this damn mojito and the free plate of tapas that comes with it. The whole meal cost only €6, but I still want my food, thanks.⁣
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Anyways, after what must've been 15 minutes since walking through the door of this tapas pub, I'm finally served my food and drink. The mojito turns out to be way bigger than the #Foursquare tips said; it's about maybe 3 to 5 times the size of a normal glass of mojito in London or Toronto. The free tapas were decent, but nothing to shout about.⁣
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While I was eating and drinking though, I had to entertain myself with either my phone or the hustle bustle of the venue. That meant a lot of people watching. A lot of people watching that included the groups of local Real Madrid fans – figured that  I should leave for the stadium relatively the same time as they do – and the cute bartender.⁣
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  • One of my least favourite things about London is the tiny train carriages. When you're underground, the last thing you want to do is also be crammed in a tiny carriage with a bunch of strangers, cringing at the intimate butt-to-butt contact when the train is in motion.

So when I arrived to Seoul and saw these beautiful and spacious subway trains, I knew that I needed to take a photo before I left the country. 4G/LTE data service! Heated seats! Room to stand! Plenty of dangling straps (at different heights)! Big fat clean windows! Designated seats for elders and pregnant women! Designated seating areas for wheelchair users!

Fuck, as I'm writing this, I feel a slight flu of "TTC isn't too bad" coming on. 😕
  • A little bit of Bavaria before the London winter ends. 🌲🐕
  • This photo turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself. I took it just before I sat down for a dumplings and noodle soup meal at one of the stalls. The market was supremely busy during the last few days of the year. It's also probably the only venue I went to in Korea that wasn't very friendly to English speakers. Many of these stalls are managed by ahjummas (grandmas), and their English skills aren't very good, so it's a bit difficult to ask them questions about the food or about your order. There are translated menus you can take a look at though, so if it's just a matter of ordering and eating, English speakers will do just fine!