a humid hiatus

I’ve always been doubtful of my readership–does anyone read it? Does anyone care if I don’t post?

When I stopped posting, queries trickled in. “What happened to your posts?”

For someone who used to post maybe an average of 5 times a day during finals, it was a sudden and abrupt stop. Trust me, it’s not from lack of desire.

My current housing provided by the Embassy does not allow interns to gain internet access, paid or charity. I only had internet access at work and on weekends, and I really don’t want to blog at work (for many, many, many reasons). Weekends are too busy to post.

I will resume in August when I move to my aunt’s house. Until then, I’ve been emailing a few people with updates (fondly termed “Sumin Summer Emails”). If you’d like, just let me know and I’ll add you to the list. When I gain full internet access in August, I’ll probably post the emails as well. (I’m warning you–they’re ridiculously long. Epic.)

(P.S.  This also means I won’t be checking other people’s blogs and journals.  Sorry… I’d love to catch up =\ but I really don’t want to do it at work.  Although that means when thesis work rolls around, I’ll have a lot of archives to peruse, teehee.)

Life is good. It’s not particularly rip-roaring exciting, but i was never one for that. I like it this way–sometimes.

And oh yea, my hair is really short again.

shying away

I see that I tend to shy away from discussing serious or deeper thoughts on here.  Sometimes it’s out of personal reserve, sometimes it’s because I don’t have deep thoughts.

Am not sure if I want to change that or not.

I’m really tired.  Is this all because of my sore throat/lost voice?  How sad.

It’s one of those days when I’m (slightly) fearful of the future and anxious about the events to come.  It’s one of those days when I have no desire to do much but am fed up with myself and my thoughts and my anxieties.  It’s one of those days when I don’t want to interact with others at all.  It’s one of those days.

screaming one’s head off

never did anyone any good.

yesterday i went to lotte world with jin-hee unnie, dahae, nelson, young ho oppa, and habin (a prefrosh).  jin-hee unnie’s younger brother hakmin (haha, mina unnie’s name too) joined us later.  it was a blast.  i’m terrified of rollercoasters and thrilling rides, but i think i did okay.  (as lotte world’s rides are rather tame in comparison to the states’ theme parks.)

however, i screamed like crazy on all the rides.

like whoa crazy.

last night was difficult to speak, and as the night went on, my voice got progressively worse.  i should have stopped talking.  i collapsed in bed as soon as i got home.   (i’m sure the half of cosmo i had didn’t help either.  i am such a lightweight.  you wouldn’t think so with my body mass either.)

i woke up this morning… and uh…

i couldn’t talk.  i tried testing it out because my throat was sore (and i was wary of the last time i semi-lost my voice from the man show and gospelspeak [i blame you, dennis and ben]) and nothing came out.  just a few squeaks.

AHHHH

so for the past 45 minutes i’ve been searching online for home remedies and quick fixes.  gargle salt water, warm tea with honey.  and most importantly, no talking.  it’s a good thing i’m just at home with mina unnie today.

i’m anxious though — i need my voice back because i start work tomorrow.  AUGH.  well, maybe not tomorrow…  they are supposed to let me move in tomorrow.  i don’t know if they’re expecting me to work.

let us hope my voice comes back tonight/tomorrow.

boarding

I’m leaving the house in minutes for the airport.

I’ll be boarding a plane in a few hours.

I’ll be in Korea in a day.

SEE YOU THERE!

P.S. I have a horrendous visa story to tell.  Probably will be my first installment of the SSE.

an update

I just wanted to update (so I don’t seem like I fell off the face of the earth).  I’m home.  It’s great.  I love it.

Although there are those frictions that you never expect.  They’re small, they’re slight, they’re… annoying.

I can’t believe I’ll be leaving home in only a few days.  Time for the Sumin Summer Emails to start again.  I wonder if anyone will want to read them.

stupid

how could i ever be so stupid.

today at the store i accepted a counterfeit hundred dollar bill.

she even gave me her pen to mark it with.  i didn’t believe it, so after marking it with hers i marked it with our own i found a few seconds later.

turns out it was originally a five dollar bill that had been printed on.  the pen may have worked, but the faces on the bill when you hold it up to the light is different.

costly lesson.

i feel so stupid right now.  of all the things to write about, i have this to write.