A Successful Day
As Daddy said, I had a successful day! Sort of. It started out rather horribly, but it all turned all right in the end. :) I managed to kill two birds with one stone today. Muhahaha.

First Dosage of HPV Vaccination
Let’s get the bad stuff out of the way, shall we? I received my Human papillomavirus vaccination today. Well, just the first dosage. After I celebrated my birthday, I realised I had to hurry up and get it done since the hospital I go to has the cut-off date of 26. Meep!

I went there, and I discovered something interesting. See, getting the shot part was easy. Getting the information on how to receive paperwork for my insurance company turned out to be a very, very difficult and teeth-grinding experience. Let’s just say they sent me around in circles today. I went from here to here:

• Front desk area — Gave me a number and told me to wait.
• Immunisation room — Received the shot (Ow!) and was told to go to PAD.
• PAD area — Here they told me to go to OPR, and I snapped at them on how I was sent here. They consulted OPR and took me over there.
• Out Patients’ Records area — I spent fifteen minutes for them to put my information into their computerised database. After they were done, I asked them about my “receipt”. They finally told me that I will receive a bill in the mail. I asked, “How long will that take?” They didn’t know. So they sent me to the Treasury office.
• Treasury Office — Their office was right next to PAD area. I was fuming by then at the hospital staff’s stupidity. Luckily, I was helped by a much smarter lady, and I ran into my former co-worker who works there now.

. . . ARGH. Let’s just say I left the hospital with a huge scowl on my face.

Ceru the Cellphone
After a quick stop at my big boss’ office to drop off my time sheet, I went to this Business Centre nearby. See, I’ve been wanting a new cellphone for the longest time now. Daddy said he’d buy me a phone, but the central problem in this situation was for me to try to transfer my current number into a new phone. My phone company, LG Telecom, are run by relatives of the morons I ran into at the hospital, I think. My friend (who’s Korean) became my translator, and we went one of their offices off-base and even called their informational hotline to be told this: They told me that I am unable to do that without an Alien Registration number, which I do not have since I’m under an entirely different visa from the other foreigners here. Upon that revelation, I became quite unhappy on Korean’s strict laws against foreigners.

However, at the Business Centre, the guy simply told me this: if the phone is registered under me, the number will be transferred regardless of having that Alien Registration number or not. Now that’s what I wanted to hear, and I spent some time in there looking for a phone of my preference. In the end, I chose this awesome silvery-blue thing:

Everyone, this Samsung SPH-B8650 is now known as Ceru (short for “Cerulean”) the Cellphone. It cost me $180, but Daddy will cover it for me as a late birthday present. Thank you, Daddy! And thank you sooooooo much, Business Centre, for being very logical and smart! You have gained a loyal customer! The black phone is my old one, Hass, and it will be used as my alarm clock from now on.

Conclusion
I also finished my rough draft of my fic today. Go me! I got the first dose of HPV vaccination, a new cellphone, and a finished draft! Plus, tomorrow’s my day off. My life’s fully and utterly complete!

My vacation has come to an end. That makes me incredibly sad. I think I could almost go for two more weeks of what I’ve been doing since I’ve turned 25! The first half of my vacation was on the social side. The latter part turned me into a writer of some sort.

Along with a “fanpoem” I completed by the January 18, I wrote a 7200ish word fic in two days, and I started and wrote 2600ish words to a new fic on Sunday. In between all that, I’ve been beta-reading for other people, RPing, reading books, and figuring out how to put a PC game onto my netbook without the use of an optical drive, which I’ve figured out.

My mum said to me on my last day of vacation, “Why don’t you go on train ride and go on a trip!” Jeez, and this is from a mother who won’t let me stay out past 10pm without freaking out?

My dad said, “You had a waste of a vacation”. I asked what he meant by that. He said, “You just sat in that computer chair all week.” He does have a point about my butt’s placement on a particular furniture, but how is it a waste of a vacation doing something I enjoy?

And my parents think I’m the pessimistic, cynical one? Oh, wait, I still am.

Over the hill and far away,
I’ve finally turned old.
At the ripe age of twenty-five,
I feel like I am twelve.

But then again, at other times,
I think I am sixty.
So with that thought in my mind,
Age is but a number.

Thanks to Helena, I’ve been in a poetry writing mood. Kudos to those who knows what a tetrameter, trimeter, and ballad stanza (minus the rhyming) are! *sheds off her English major mode*

Anyway, my break is going well. I’ve enjoyed my last few days of being twenty-four, and I’ve reluctantly accepted I am twenty-five now. I try to convince myself that age is nothing but a number, but that’s proving to be futile. With that said, time for a recap on what I’ve been doing on my vacation so far, along with the obligatory “I’m freaking old” birthday post. Continue reading this entry »

I’ll be off work starting now until the 24th. Time to party it up! Like last year, I decided to take some days off in conjunction with my birthday (which will happen on the 19th), so I’ll be relaxing. I have some tentative plans with a few people, but at the moment it looks like a lot of it won’t really pull through. I don’t care, though. I have plenty of other stuff to do that I can do by myself. But if I can hang out with a few people, I’ll be happy.

I just hope my mother doesn’t piss me off during my break, though. My vacation already started off on a sour note. After work, I met up with a friend, and we hung around for a bit, and I came home before 10:00 pm, around 9:50ish. I saw my mum, greeted her, and she retorted, “Do you always run around so late?”

. . . Jeebus. First off all, I consider late any time after 12:00 am. Second of all, I’m not the type to always come home late. I’m most definitely not the type to stay out all night (though I’d like to once in a while to hang out with friends at a 24-hour coffee place or McDonald’s), and even if I did stay out, I’m not the type to get drunk and meander around with random guys in Itaewon!

Lastly, I’m turning 25. I am not 16 any more! She stays out later than I do most of the times, and she has the nerve to say that kind of crap to me? I know life’s unfair, but this is not unfair. This is illogical and stupid!

*growls and chants a mantra* I will not let my mother ruin my vacation. I will not let my mother ruin my vacation.

I am A) losing my mind B) becoming very narcissistic and egocentric or C) bored at two in the morning to take random pictures of myself. But hey, these came out decent, so they are a keeper!

Also, I am A) losing my mind B) enjoying my time as a braggart or C) bored at almost midnight to take a picture of my latest letter to my pen-pal to showcase my lovely handwriting. But hey, this is my handwriting at its best, so why forsake the chance to snap it forever in time, eh?

I must be turning senile. As you can tell by . . . this entry, which really isn’t making much sense.

I feel like I’m suffering from some disease that makes me want to just repeat stuff. Well, not really. Either that or I really am turning senile and am not looking forward to turning a quarter-of-a-century old in less than a week.

At least I can look forward to another “staycation” of some sort. I requested leave from the 17th to the 24th in honour of me turning into an ancient lady. Something like that.

Anyway, enough double-talking with myself.

P.S. — This entry really didn’t have much of a point. I think I was just trying to be unbecomingly eccentric, sarcastic, and nonsensical.

P.P.S. — Remember that domain contest? Well, here’s the winner!