If you ask some of my university friends back home about me, they would probably describe me in three words: Cute. Sweet. Pink. And to some extend that is true. Give me some chocolate, seat me in front of a Disney movie and I’ll turn into a clingy, whiny little girl again. But don’t you dare expect to the see the same person in me now, after ten months of living abroad. Granted – I still wear my pink backpack when I go to a Hello Kitty Cafe. But after all those months of clubbing, drinking and lots of dating, I realized: The feminist in me doesn’t want to be called cute anymore. Continue reading “The Cute Girls Of Seoul – And Why I Don’t Want To Be One Of Them”
I love Hip Hop. Whether it’s underground Korean Hip Hop or Tyga’s newest album- chances are you will see me dressed in one of my favorite baseball caps and a crop top twerking with my girls in our favorite Hip Hop Club. And while I’m jamming with my friend to 3 X In a Row right now (an oldie but a goodie – anyone with me here?!) it automatically threw me back to one of the worst party nights ever which … you guessed it … took place at one of Seoul’s most famous Hip Hop Clubs.
It was during those last warm nights in October when my girlfriends and I decided to spoil ourselves with a legendary party night in Hongdae – and with that I mean getting a table with a shit ton of booze feeling like badass bitches blowing their pocket money for the weekend. The night started like a usual Saturdaynight: We hopped on the sub later than expected, pregamed with Tequila shots at a random bar in Sinchon and showed up to the club last minute before the guest list closed. I already started falling head over heels for pretty much every good-looking boy that we passed by, making me feel like a hormone driven teenager again. Little did I know – those guys were only the appetizers for the main dishes waiting inside. Continue reading “Confessions of a Party Girl: A Night Out Between K-Pop Look-alikes and Party Pills”
STANDARD LOVE DANCE
서울시 마포구 연남동 227-37
37 Yeonhui-ro 1-gil, Yeonnam-dong, Mapo-gu, Seoul
I’m sure you have already heard of Seoul’s crazy coffeeshop culture. For those of you who haven’t, let me enlighten you real quick: Koreans love coffee and what they love even more is going to coffeeshops. Believe me, your Korean friends will find a million reasons to go to coffeeshops. You want to have a date? Go to a coffeeshop. You just wanna have some emergency girltalk at 10 pm? You go to a coffeeshop. And when your friends invite you to a study session outside of the library, believe me, you will find yourself in a coffeeshop surrounded by millions of other students hiding their faces behind heavy books there.
So since Seoul is spiked with interesting, individualistic and fun coffeeshops to go to, my girlfriends and I ended up going on some adventure time today to find another trending place in Seoul – and we found it. Continue reading “Now Trending: Standard Love Dance – Every Girl’s Paradise”
If going clubbing was a legit major, I would probably be a student with honors. Since I have been in Korea I have pretty much not left out on any party. Hanging out at the infamous Playground while getting drunk of some cheapass Soju? Did that. Went to a rooftop party on a hot and steamy summer night? Done that. Getting into four clubs for free in one night at Itaewon? Check. Blacking out in Hongdae and waking up with a stamp from Mike’s Cabin? Not proud of it, but yeah, I also did that. And don’t judge me by the way – we all now that Mike’s is a magical place – especially after one of their gross fire shots. So I like to consider myself a very well experienced partygirl, that knows many of the people in the clubbing scene if that’s how you wanna call it. And even though I do appreciate a great buzz and an even better party at least once a week – I have to admit: The magic is slowly vanishing. Continue reading “Confessions of a Party Girl”
“I am not the same, having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.” Mary Anne Radmacher
“I’m wondering how you will be like when you come back. 15 months abroad will change you…”, someone told me a couple of days before I hopped on the plane to move to the other side of the world. We were sitting there on a sticky and hot friday evening surrounded by buzzing mosquitos while drinking a cold beer on the patio of my parent’s house. I remember nodding, holding stronger onto my glass as I started thinking of leaving my loved ones behind. And now seven months later I come to realize: God, was he right. Continue reading “The Truth About Living Abroad”