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Last weekend I went to Jeju island, and also took the boat to Udo, a small island 10 minutes off the shore of Jeju. I’ll post many more photos of my trip later, but I wanted to post this one up-front.

A tiny coffeeshop in the middle of nowhere (though, technically, everything there is in the middle of nowhere) opened a month ago. A young couple moved here not two months ago to start their coffee shop, to live out their dream. I felt slightly jealous for them having the courage to make such a big change in their lives to make their dreams come true.

Although, to be fair, I moved half-way across the globe to find that what my heart said I could find here. My win is a work-in-progress, though.

;-)

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Decisions are not always easy. Some of them are incredibly hard, even. With the past being fact, present being fleeting, the future is the scariest of them all. Not knowing what comes next, or how the decision you make now will be good or bad, you’ll not know. At least until future came and went.

The decision I made today is heart-breaking, but a necessity. For too long I’ve not made a choice, which is far worse than any decision I could make. It’s time for me to stop hiding behind I don’t knows and well let’s sees.

I’m so sorry I hurt you once again, but I truly believe this is the best decision in the long run.

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It’s been a while since I met Nana. Our busy schedules kept us from hanging out more often. Fortunately we were able to meet and catch up again this weekend, where, together with Youn-hee, did some light accessory shopping, followed by me going nuts in the record store.

This store had a corner where you could write a note and stick it on the wall (or wherever you wanted), so the first thing Nana did when she saw this was sit down and write a note.. in Arabic. Of course.

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While I go ahead and repeatedly kick the old guy sitting next to me.

Ah, children.

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One of the food related things I miss most from Holland is, oddly enough, my mom and big sister’s Lasagna. Both make devilishly delicious lasagna, and enough of it to get through for an entire winter.

Here in Korea, throw a stone and you’ll hit three italian restaurants. The weird thing is, though, most every restaurant has spagetti, pizza and risotto, but no lasagna. The one thing I like most, not present.

There is one place, fortunately close to my home, that does sell lasagna. It’s a relatively small portion, but tastes good enough. It’s not as good as my mom and big sister’s, but it’s good.

Eating there alone is slightly awkward, though, when you’re surrounded by cute pink cushions sitting on a bench –not a chair, no, a bench– with the entire place taken up by couples having dinner.

Ahem.

In Hongdae, last night. Pretty intense.

Fine.

Writing a text, making a photo. Same look, different action. Fun.

I don’t usually take photos in the subway, mainly because I don’t like 50 people staring at me at once. Subways are filled with people waiting to get where they have to go, so that usually means they have little or nothing to do in the mean time. Movements, sounds, and being-a-foreigner are often reason enough for a bunch of them to wake up from their near-zombie state and “see what’s going on”.

Yesterday, though, I dusted off my 18-55mm kit lens, as I wanted to make some sorta-wide-angle shots like the one above. I don’t usually use this lens because I think the mood it creates in photos is far from inspiring. I guess I just can’t stop loving my 50mm.

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