Ate dinner at Youn-hee’s house last night –samgeobsal (pork meat)– as it was her mom’s birthday. Fortunately enough I recharged my camera again (finally) the day before, so I snapped some photos. It’s been a while since I did that (and it shows, whew), but I miss being creative.

My trusty ol’ VAIO huffing and puffing along as my Macbook Pro decided to crap out on me once again.

So I started reading books again. Can’t believe it’s been 14 years since I last read a book. Phew.

During a short oh, what the hell moment I ordered Options, The Secret Life Of Steve Jobs from Amazon. Usually I tend to avoid Amazon like the plague, for they completely ass**** you on shipping costs, but for about $12 the book was on it’s way, and arrived at my doorstep not even a week later.

I vigorously read the book while on the subway and realized that I in fact enjoyed reading a book. Before I was under the impression that the whole reason of reading books over watching movies was silly at best (Like reading someone else’s fantasies is any less bad than watching them on a screen. Don’t kid yourself), but it was very comforting to loose myself in the words I was reading. A nice step out of reality, if you will.

So about a week ago I went to the Kyobo book store and picked up Harry Potter (And The Sorcerer’s Stone), and The Road. Ironically I just before heard about The Road because they made a movie out of it. I decided to get started with Harry Potter first, then jump to The Road.

These days, during lunch time, I head out to Starbucks with my book, VAIO and headphones. I enjoy stepping outside for a bit, leaving everything behind me, and just sit there, enjoying my music and book. I have this one spot where I sit every time (If someone else didn’t pick it already) that gives me a wee bit of sunlight for maybe about 15 minutes, when the sun can peek inbetween two nearby buildings.

Spotted by YoungDoo on her way to get an after-lunch coffee

Ever since I joined Zenitum, I visit Starbucks daily. It’s right in-between the subway exit and the office. During the now nine months I’ve seen quite a few Starbucks ‘partners’ come and go, though some stayed around long enough to give me a nickname. Since I ordered one and the same drink each and every moning (Signature Hot Choco, venti-size), and kept calling it ‘Venti Hot Choco’, I was dubbed, yes, Mister Venti Hot Choco.

It took them about 5 months and my friend YoungDoo to find out what my real name is. Funny :).

From this angle I look freakishly Venti-sized myself.. Whew.

Preparing Venti Hot Choco

Both photos were made by YoungDoo.