my brandspanking new niece

She doesn't know yet that her auntie flew half way around the world to meet her.

When I saw her for the first time,, I know it sounds silly of me but she didn't look like she is the person who would belong to my sister. she looked rather,,,,, tall for 2mths and different from her mum. (my sister also tries to get used to thinking she is her baby so I don't feel guilty). The only thing I could think of them two being similar would be.... the standoffish image.

well,,,I gladly folded my dignity and tried my best to make this little one smile. So far she only gave me smirk.

9Days To Go......

Before I can soak up the atmosphere of my home town, Seoul in South Korea and have my old self back for a week. Yes, I am so excited to see my little niece who was born less than 2mths ago, my family and friends. Even though it is going to be only a week or so,, I am very much determined to enjoy myself to the full.

So, I will be indulging myself with an array of....

then, head off to Naksan sea to be with my the other half

Of course, I will have to brush up on the direction of the city and work my way out to the province. this subway map is supposed to be helping.(not!)

Anyways I am hoping Naksan is going to be the scene as below

rather than typical summer sea picture though. Having said that, as long as it has white sand and no rain,, what can one want more?

I am guessing Matt will be probably doing this

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a bit of that too (pic below)

&....

God knows maybe doing this as well ㅋㅋ

well,, I wouldn't mind paying a visit to swanky bars,,

That's before I chill out and browse through the Kyobo book store though,

Also I am hoping that I could grab a couple of theatre tickets in artists' street in seoul or a attend small music concert.

Don't let me forget to buy eun hee kyoung's newly published book called "아름다움이 나를 멸시한다" Did western film world think of "old boy" brilliant? They have not heard or read her work yet. She never fails to give me goose bumps when I read her books.

No meaning is stable.
metaphysics of presence, the thing that keeps the sense of unity within a text is no longer stable.
-Jacques Derrida


To me this is quite a daunting statement to live up to. (well,, if you replace text with life)
Although I thought at one time it did make perfect sense.
It was great fun to apply deconstruction as a method of reading a text in the class but do I believe in it?
It was, I remember, in the feminism class of my second or third year uni.
I suddenly realised the core of my struggles that came in the various forms at the time.
How hard is it just to be myself in the patriarchal society, not confirming to any group in the society but being accepted just as I am?

Can we honestly say it is ok to be marginalised?