adventures of my peanut world
Korea has an endless supply of cute and quirky stationery, but I found that Ooh La La made me laugh every single time. Needless to say, I’ve purchased my fair share of Ooh La La items and I definitely plan to pick up a few more hilarious pieces for myself and for friends.
I made a little nail compilation from all my Instagram pictures.
And this is how I realise that Instagram was ruining the lifeline of this blog.
In other news, I started watching Breaking Bad and it is fucking-bad-ass!
I’m thinking about giving Peanut a bit of a facelift, but that will have to wait until I get back to Sydney (after I settle into uni, move into my new house (what?! you’re moving?! YES!) and find a few jobs)…so it actually might not come about at all. But I choose to stay positive. :) In light of staying positive, if you want to be a part of my personal blog roll (see ‘chums’), leave a comment below with your personal blog and mumbo jumbo.
My last good splurge for a while from Kim’s Boutique at Apgujeong.
If you know me, you’ll know that I hate pants.
Pants are very uncomfortable and I can never seem the find “the pair” that fit me. But my legs can rejoice because I have found the perfect type of pants in Korea. Flowy pants.
I’ve just fallen so behind on blogging I don’t even know where to pick it back up. Food? K-Pop? University? Korean? Shopping? Cats? Cosmetics? Quirky, random stuff? Who knows.
South Korea is a lot smaller than Australia when it comes to size, but it has a ridiculous amount of cafes in comparison. You can literally find a cafe in front of you with every two steps you take. Here’s a tiny Korean lesson: Cafes can be expressed in two ways, ‘카페’ or ‘커피숍’, the latter being ‘Coffee Shop’.
Although I am not a coffee expert or whatever, I love going to cafes. They have the artsy fartsy environment I can write, read or chat to a friend in. It’s a lovely place to be in. I was definitely all starry-eyed when I realised how many cafes Seoul truly had. I decided that if I was ever going to have the chance to step into all these cafes, I’d have to start hopping now.
I was determined to recount my very first ‘real-life’ Kiss Me experience, but I seriously can’t remember everything that had happened. Too much to recount for my little brain. But even though my memory is blurred, at least I can still write about what it meant to me.
Remember that list? Here’s another.
Hello, old friend! I have so many stories to tell, but so little time. It has been quite the eventful 18 days so far, and I can only try to tell it one day at a time.
