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Saturday, 28 January 2017

January 2017 Book Haul!

I'm home for CNY! Happy Chinese New Year! Xin Nian Kuai Le! Gong Xi Gong Xi! :)

Okay, let's look at the books I bought on my second day in my hometown.

TADA!!!


Most of them are non-fictions, except for one. 

Most of them are from Silverfish Books, except for one. 

Let's take a closer look at the books. 



Finished reading this in less than an hour, LOL. The story reminds me of Studio Ghibli's 'Spirited Away'. 


Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa in English Translation. 
I couldn't find the Malay version. 





As you can see, I am a fan of Farish Noor's works. 


I totally despise the cover of this 'Sejarah Melayu'! 


And on the next day, which is today, I went to Popular and bought another two books


I am interested in the history of China. Next on my list, to read books about  Mao Zedong and the Cultural Revolution


I'm not much of a 'poetry person'. Lang Leav's 'Lullabies' still lies on my bookshelf, unfinished and untouched for several years. But I'm going to give this a try, as this book was self-published by a Malaysian author, and we must support Malaysian authors right? :D


That's all for now, auf wiedersehen! 

Friday, 20 January 2017

setahun jagung no more

Yesterday, the 19th of January 2017 marks the second year of me working as a pharmacist, weehoo! *throws confetti*.

Coincidentally on the same day, this article had been released. You can read this here (click)

To quote a passage from the article

"A provisionally registered pharmacist who wanted to be known only as Wong, 24, said there were a number of drop-outs during internship as some could not cope with the stress."

I totally could relate with this. Been there, done that. 
That one year of PRP was the most horrifying phase of my life. I do not want to experience it ever again, never! I hate my PRP life. But as abhorrent as it was, I did find and encounter good friends and people who treated me with kindness and respect. They are like precious gems among those black ugly coals. Polished and refined, as evident by the way they treat others. 

I do admit that PRP life is hard, especially when you had to undergo your PRP in a hospital that is notorious for its.....never mind. 
As depressing and stressful as it was, never once did I ever think of quitting or giving up. Instead, I couldn't wait for it to be over, I couldn't wait to finish my PRP and now before you knew it, it had already been 2 years! 

TWO YEARS AGO, 

I remember the day I found out I got my posting in this particular state, and the day the postman sent me a letter requiring me to report for duty at JKN 
I remember the day before whereby my mom drove me to show me how to get to H**, in case I get that hospital. 
I remember driving very early in the morning to H**, parked my car there, hopped into my friend's car and off we went to JKN located in the **** building. 
I remember feeling extremely nervous, waiting for them to give us the letters which stated which hospitals shall we be doing our PRP-ship at. 
I remember feeling joyful that I got what I wanted, H**, which means I can just drive there everyday from home, even if it means I have to leave home at 7 in the morning. 
I remember feeling very lonely with no other friend, except for B, who is a guy classmate from uni, whom I wasn't really close with. 
I remember crying in the car after my first day because I was feeling rather overwhelmed with everything that is very new, very strange, hit by the realisation that once I started working, my whole life would change forever. 
Anyway, PRP-ship is a very difficult period for a pharmacist. The trial period that you have to overcome in order for you to become a full-fledged pharmacist. 

Before I started my PRP, no one had warned me that it's going to be really hard, until someone scolded and shouted at me that I was smacked into reality. It was very different from my sheltered university life. Working life is a battle for survival. 

To my juniors who are now working as PRPs in the government hospitals, I wish you all the best. I know that life is harder now, as you guys are working under contract, and that most of you are uncertain with what the future holds. 

But, my advice is, take your own sweet time to learn things. Learn at your own pace. All pharmacists started as stupid PRPs who don't know many things too. It's okay not to know many things.That's why we started off as a PROVISIONALLY Registered Pharmacist, not a FULLY Registered Pharmacist.You will learn many things and gain more experiences as you start working. 

Remember to treat others with kindness and respect, whether they are your superiors, your equals or someone working below you. Never give up. Never lose faith. Never stop praying to God for Him to ease your way. 

Don't ever think of pleasing those people who seemed to always find faults in you. No matter what you did, whether you think you had improved from the first time you started working, most of them won't notice, and some may continue to find reasons to scold you. Some scolded you (some scolded you in front of others for them to see and hear) just for the sake of scolding, (PMS, maybe) while some genuinely want you to improve and would be delighted when you did. You can tell the differences by yourself when you're working with them. 

Take care of your health as you need to be in the best condition to work, what's with those night shifts, weekend shifts, extended hours, on-calls. And oh, you need energy to deal with those patients with erratic behaviours and personalities, also with those FRPs of which some of them might be having undiagnosed multiple personality disorders of their own too. 

(not just saying this happened only in my old workplace, for the same people do exist in all other hospitals in Malaysia). 

Wishing you all the best! Bertahanlah! Be strong!!!! You can do it!!! Only one year as a PRP!!! 

Saturday, 14 January 2017

2016 Final Book Haul ( and Reviews!)

 This is a post long overdue. I'm supposed to post this on the 28th of December, originally typing this post using the Blogger app on my phone.Halfway through, I realized that the app didn't save the bottom half of my post. I got lazy already and here I am, completing this blog entry more than 10 days later. And oh, Happy 2017 everyone! And this is the first post for the year 2017! I'll try to update my blog as frequently as I could to keep up with one of my New Year's Resolutions which is to blog more. Haha. 

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We had just returned home in the afternoon and I was yearning to get a quick nap, having suffered from a bad sinus headache. 

As I lied on my bed, I heard my mom calling my name from downstairs, and as I descended, I saw her bringing in two huge parcels with her, to which I exclaimed 'Wow, that's a lot!'.

She narrowed her eyes and said 'You ordered all of these, right?'

I smiled sheepishly and said 'Yes..'

'How much(did you spend)?'

'Err... about RM200?'

(Don't tell her it's more like almost 'RM300' instead).

She just shook her head in disbelief.

It doesn't take a genius to find out that those heavy, solid parcels contain books!

I was anticipating a smaller parcel from 'Terfaktab', of which I had relentlessly tracked the parcel from the PosLaju track and trace website since arriving home yesterday.

But oh, two big parcels arrived from MPH instead! And much earlier than I had expected!

Let's look at the books I bought from MPH Online.


 Penang: 500 Early Postcards and Johor: 300 Early Postcards.

 The author, an Endocrinologist who loves history and is also a collector of rare postcards had compiled and selected 500 and 300 early postcards,most of them printed in the early 19th century from the 2 states of Malaysia; Penang and Johor. He had also published books that featured the early postcards of Malaya, Singapore, Selangor and Perak. 

 Some of you must have known that I am a History Buff. I love visiting museums and other historical places, History is one of  my favourite subjects at school, along with Geography and Chemistry, although later on, I learned that our country's history is actually not what it really appeared on our textbooks. History is written by the winners, you see. I shall explain more on this later. 

 However, after flipping through my youngest brother's Form 1 Buku Teks Sejarah, I must say that the History Textbook we had during our times (2003 version) was much better than the Form 1 History Textbook published in 2016. I am disappointed with the contents of the current History Textbook. No chapters talking about  'Kerajaan Awal Asia Tenggara', no chapters dedicating itself towards explaining about the histories of the states in Malaysia, like how Perak got its name, the famous traditional dances of Kelantan and so on. Perhaps they had reshuffled the whole syllabus and had chosen to include all those chapters mentioned above in Buku Teks Sejarah Tingkatan 2 or 3. 

 I have to say that the Buku Teks Sejarah Tingkatan 1 2016 edition is a strong reminiscent of the Buku Teks Kajian Tempatan Darjah 5 of which I must emphasize, is much better than the former. This Sejarah textbook has too much illustrations, it's almost like a comic book! I guess this is one of the strategies employed by the textbook writers to make Sejarah more interesting. But somehow, this type of strategy does not resonate well with my 'Sejarah' heart. In studying Sejarah, you're supposed to read a lot and visualising the things that happened  in your mind instead of relying on visual aids or cartoon characters. In other words, you need to use your mind to imagine and think. Moreover, the current textbook is quite thin, meaning that they had cut quite a large portion of facts to make way for colourful cartoons spewing out Sejarah facts in their dialogue boxes. 

Or maybe, people might argue that not all of us (including them 13 years olds) are readers like I am. And that's the problem. The kids nowadays are exposed to a variety of medias. Televisions, youtube, instagram, with phones and tabs used to keep them occupied and distracted whenever their parents are away or carrying out tasks. It saddens me to see the Sejarah textbook to be reduced to this state to capture the kids' interests and to cater to their presumably limited ability to read long paragraphs and staying focused while doing so. I mean, come on, they are already Form 1 students. Thirteen years old! For how long do you intend to use illustrations to grab their attentions into focusing on what you want them to know? 

Anyway, just a bit of ranting there.

Eh wait, I'm supposed to talk about the books I had bought right? HAHA. 

Okay, when I was a UIA student, I always spent my free time or in-between classes periods at the library, at the Leisure Section, to be precise. I found 'Malaya: 500 Early Postcards', published by the same author as the books above and I was consumed with awe as I scrutinise each postcards, reading the descriptions and the year the postcards were sent and received. I tried to visualise what really happened behind the scenes of these picture postcards and it feels like you are dwelling upon these places and living in that particular era. 

I am saddened to see beautiful picture postcards featuring picturesque views of the beautiful old buildings and scenery that were dated before the year 1942 because in December 1942, the Japanese invaded Malaya and since then everything had changed for the worse. I feel sad looking at that picture of the man rowing his sampan in the postcard dated 1941 knowing that a year later, his whole life would change, and the country would fall under the hands of those people who claimed 'Asia untuk Orang Asia'. 

I also feel a sense of melancholy, looking at the postcard featuring a young man, or a young boy in the 1940s', knowing that if he were to live now, he would have become a really old man. That's the same case with us now. We were once children, growing into teenagers and now, adults with responsibilities. Our parents were once kids too, and now they are getting older as days gone by. This teaches us to appreciate them and our lives better. And that the old memories, of what we had achieved, who we had once been, can be kept in the pictures, serving as the reminiscences of the past. 

I had borrowed and renewed the book for several times. I know I must get my own copy of the book (of which I still haven't) and the other books in the series. 

And so, I had managed to buy those two books above! Malaya: 500 early postcards are no longer available on MPH Online. 

So, the third book bought is: 


I finally got my own copy of 'Memoirs of a Geisha'!!! 


Left: The Original First Edition by Knopf (belonging to my uncle)
Right: Vintage Past by Penguin Books- latest edition (MINE!) 

No matter how controversial this book is, in terms of its accuracy and the 'breach of agreement' between the author and Mineko Iwasaki; the retired Geisha who provides him all those information about the Geisha world for this book, I couldn't help but to love this book! 

Not that  I agree with the author in this matter. I think he is being disrespectful by mentioning the name of Miss Iwasaki his his acknowledgment and that he had distorted the facts given, shaping and twisting them to his own whims and fancy. 

The truth about Geishas aside, I am very much is love with his prose, his narrative descriptions that threaded seamlessly along the passages, and the dialogues, characters, almost everything depicted in this novel is so beautifully written. 

Those make up the reasons why I managed to read this book not only twice, but thrice! (also the reason why I borrowed' this book from my uncle and only telling him after I had returned home, LOL). 

Moving on to the fourth book. 

The fourth book is somewhat darker and unpleasant. If in 'Memoirs of a Geisha', I was left enthralled by the unique cultures and traditions of the Japanese, while  in this book, I am appalled by the violent crimes and bestiality shown by the Other Japanese; the Japanese Imperial Army. Again, the genre is  History. I think I had gotten matured with time as my choice of books nowadays include non-fictions rather than fictions *cough*. 

Oh, it took me almost a week to finish reading this book. 


I was fourteen when I first read about the death of Iris Chang on the newspaper. It was alleged that 'The Rape of Nanking', the book she had written 7 years prior to her death had made her depressed, driving her to commit suicide at the age of 36. Knowing this made me curious and I had wanted to read this book since then. I was curious to know what she had written. Is it too gruesome? Too overwhelming? Too much to brain and stomach? 

I had first came across this book in a bookstore in Singapore. I was 20 then. I contemplated whether I should buy it. I flipped through the books and was shocked to see a black and white photo of a woman whose body was mutilated (too much graphic, too gory ). It was horrifying. I guess that I was not yet ready to read the book. 

And now, almost 13 years later from the time I heard about this book, it is now in the possession of my hands. I was happy, excited and nervous at the same time. I was in the middle of reading another book about the History of Malaysia (bought from Terfaktab) and I couldn't wait to finish reading that book and get started on this. 

I read through the prologue and I now know several facts of why the Japanese behaved with such bestiality during World War II. I shall not explain more about that but one thing I could say is that  they had been trained to value the life of the Emperor the most and that any lives below it (including the Chinese in this case) were considered worthless. 

I  kept on reading, and had moments of pauses as I tried to suppress my anger and sadness. My head literally hurts (or maybe it's just migraine, LOL) as I read through the chapters 'Six Weeks of Terror' and 'Six Weeks of Horror' as I couldn't comprehend what I had just been reading. It was too devastating. 

I learned that several historians had disputed several facts from her book. But there is one thing that I know for sure, that the Japanese Imperial Army did kill people (including civilians) during their occupations of the Asian countries. How many? Is it 1000? 10,000? 100,000? Amount doesn't matter. whether it's just 1 or 10. Someone's life matters. Innocent lives matter. And that the pictures taken during the atrocities stood as witnesses and evidences. Pictures don't lie. They don't have Photoshop back then, LOL. Right? I'm not kidding. 

That's the sad thing about wars. The world knew what was happening in China back then and yet no one really took actions. The same goes with the current situations in Syria and Rohingya. The world knows. Most had chosen to ignore. No adequate actions had been taken yet. 

So, done with the four books bought from MPH. 

About 10 minutes after I had gleefully unwrapped the packages from MPH, I heard someone honking in front of my gate. AGAIN. 

I went down and this time, it was my brother who received the parcel on my behalf. Well, well. TWO parcels of books in one day? This is too good to be true! It must be the books I ordered from Terfaktab. 

I forgot to mention that I had been completely cured of the headache I experienced earlier. Therefore, I would like to suggest that in cases of headaches; either it is migraine, cluster headache, sinus headache, the best and effective, fast-onset cure is for you to buy books. No need to take Naproxen or Mefenamic Acid, Aspirin, Ibuprofen or any painkillers/NSAIDs . Trust me, I'm a Pharmacist. HAHA.

And as I went into my room, bringing my books together, I came across my mother who just went out of her room. She asked me 

'Did you buy books again?' uh-oh. She must have probably heard the postman honking just now. 

'Yes, but those are all history books!" I said proudly and rather defensively. 

She shook her head and said "Now where are you going to put all those books?" 

Clearly, she's referring to my overloaded bookshelf. I no longer have space to put books and I just stacked them up on the table and on every surface available. I even slept with my books at night. :P

I told her "Well, I can claim my income tax,". Hey, it's true what. You couldn't claim income tax when you bought clothes or make ups. Wait, 'claim income tax'. Is that even a correct term? *shrugs* 

That reminds me, I had been constantly buying books. My wardrobe on the other hand, dates from about a year ago. Hmmm....

The books from Terfaktab:


I was actually triggered to read these books after I had read this recently nation-famous confessions by Mus, who wrote 4 parts of 'Peninggalan Arwah'. His story made everyone marvelled at the ingenuity demonstrated by our forefathers; in his case, in the production of weapons and other defence machinery.  

I had followed several pages that talk and promote the history of our country and the ancient history of the Malay kingdom. Those pages are: 'The Patriots' and 'Srikandi'. The books above were written by Cik Srikandi, whom someone had compared her to 'Lara Croft'. She's the Malay version of Lara Croft it seems, haha. 

Anyway, I learned a lot about the forgotten history of the Malay kingdom. The establishment of the Malay kingdom does not start from the famous, glorious era of the Malaccan Sultanate. It had started way earlier than that, dating to several hundred years BC, from the Kingdom of Srivijaya whose governance encompasses most of the countries in the Malay archipelago. Reading her books had made me recalled my rusty knowledge of the Malay history, and of the chapters from Buku Teks Sejarah Tingkatan 1. 

I love 'Baiduri Segala Permaisuri' better than her first book 'Emas Para Dapunta dan Maharaja'. I had learned new things about how the Malaccan empire fell to the hands of the Portuguese and once I had finished reading the last chapter, I was overcame with emotion. If only the Portuguese didn't invade Melaka. If only this, and that. But everything happened for a reason. And history serves as life's lessons to us the new generations. We shall not commit the same mistakes like what the people who lived before us did. But looking at the current state of our country and our people now, it feels like history is deemed to be repeating itself, slowly and painfully. I had written a lengthy review about this book in my reading journal which includes my personal thoughts that some people might question or do not like. I don't think I should post my thoughts here as they are quite controversial. 

'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it,' George Santayana. 

In conclusion, here are the books that arrived on the same day!


I hope to buy and read more good books in 2017!!!

Next on my list: 'The Malay Annals' by Dr John Leyden and 'The Kedah Annals- Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa' by James Low. Of course, those are the English translations. I couldn't seem to find the Malay translations. :((

That's all for now. I'll try my best to force myself to turn on the laptop, to log in to blogger and to write more posts. I actually had a lot to write but of course, laziness kills all ideas. LOL. 

Kudos to you if you are still reading up till here. :) 

Saturday, 24 December 2016

quarter age

Hello there. I think no one reads this blog anymore.
Or that there are less people reading this blog now as compared to the yesteryears, LOL.
But it's okay. Come what may, I shall continue writing! 

Anyway, about the pending promised Seoul Trip Post (HAHAHA) well, I shall write about it, sooner, or later (looking somewhere else). 

So, the topic for today is, 'Quarter -life Crisis'. 

I had hit the age of 26 this year, and I'm going to turn 27 next year. 

I thought I had life figured out.
I thought I would just go with the flow. 

I was wrong. I am wrong. 

Even at this age, I am clueless as to which direction should I choose to partake. 
I am puzzled as to what am I doing now. 

I got confused with the many choices and decisions I have to make. 

Or perhaps I had been thinking too complicated-ly. 

I had read several articles regarding this 'Quarter-life crisis' and apparently, I am not alone. 

What are the issues that really stemmed from this Quarter-life crisis?

- Passion. The grass is always greener on the other side. Ever since I finished my SPM, I kept on asking myself 'If Only,', 'If only I did that,' 'If only I followed my passion and do what I love,' all those 'ifs'. 

If you followed my 'life's progress' as chronicled in this blog since the year 2007, you would have known that my career choices that fall into the 'following my heart and passions' are as follows:

1. I want to become a historian. I want to study at Fakulti Sejarah Universiti Malaya and to listen to Prof. Khoo Kay Kim's lectures. I want to work at the National Archive, I want to become a curator of a museum. I want to publish books on the history of Malaya and the Malaccan Sultanate. I want to become an anthropologist. I want to become an archeologist. 
2. I want to become a teacher. 
3. I want to become a lawyer. I want to fight for the women's rights. I want to save those child brides and sexual slaves. 

I am very ambitious. I feel that I'm not a good enough pharmacist. There are so many things that I want do not know, so many questions that I could not answer, to the point that it overwhelms me, knowing that I am lacking in every aspect of this career. 

And thus, to escape this emotional hardship, I resorted towards blaming myself for not following my passion, as though doing so would eventually save me from this so-called predicament I'm facing in the first place. 

Of course, like I said, the grass is always greener on the other side. I thought that I would become a good historian as compared to a mediocre pharmacist. But, no one knows whether that's going to happen, right? 

There is a reason of why I was made a pharmacist rather than a historian. 

Being a pharmacist is hard, especially if you are ambitious like me. Especially if you are a ward/clinical pharmacist. I put too much expectations on myself. And when I couldn't do it, I sank into the pit of devastation. The only mantra I keep on repeating to myself 'Bukan senang nak jadi hebat'. And yes, sometimes I wonder whether I really want this, being a clinical pharmacist. I asked myself 'Is this what you want?' and I said 'Yes, maybe,'. But it's too hard! 

But later on, I managed to console myself. I am still young, had only been working for less than 2 years. It's okay if I don't know many things now. I can learn. The most important thing is to never stop learning and to never give up, ever! 

Plus, about following your passion? 
You can still do it. No one stopped you from doing so. 
Being a pharmacist should not stop you from following your passion. To become a historian, a writer, a teacher or maybe a human rights activist, LOL. 

Life is a series of adventures, after all. And we are the explorers. 
We should continue exploring. 
Even becoming a pharmacist is some kind of an exploration. 

I tell myself, 'What if you really become a historian? You would dedicate yourself only towards that field (history), telling yourself that 'This is it! This is my passion and I shall not look any further' without having any interest to explore the other fields of knowledge,'

That's all for now.

# My 2017 resolution includes 'To blog more, instead of ranting incessantly on twitter,' When I blog, I tend to have an in-depth discussion with myself, and I could reflect on my life better. Sometimes I found the answers to my own questions from blogging, just like in this post. 

Saturday, 15 October 2016

Of Gyeongbokgung, Bukchon and Insadong.

Okay, as I promised months ago! My 'Spring in Seoul' series, tadaaa! Wait, is there anyone out there who still reads my blog? LOL never mind.

This so-called series of blog posts does not serve as a detailed travel guide for those wishing to venture the wonderful land of K-Dramas and K-Pop. I'm just going to put lots of pictures and insert anything worth mentioning that happened during my trip there. Okay.. 

Our flight to Seoul was at 9 am? (I can't remember LOL) but I do remember it was around 5-6 hours of journey by plane. I was so thirsty and bored. I hate long-distance journey on flight. 

I had no idea why I ordered this for the flight meal. (pre-booked). 



Vegetarian food. Plus tak sedap. I couldn't stomach this. I could never become a vegetarian. I ended up not finishing it. T__T

We arrived at Incheon International Airport at around 4 pm (local time). If it's Malaysian time, it was 3 pm. The pilot announced that the temperature was about 12 degrees celsius. It's okay. I could withstand cold environment. I'd even experienced winter before! Went to Incheon, had to wait for a long queue at the immigration, looking around, collected our luggage, went to a counter that rent 'Wifi-Egg' because you need wifi/good internet connection while you're there, then off to take the subway to our guesthouse located in Shinchon, Seoul, which is really near to Ewha Women's University. In fact, we got to our place of accommodation through Ewha Women University's exit. Hey wait, no need to explain so much. Fine! 

Incheon International Airport

In the Airport Subway Train

When we arrived at our station, we went to the GS25 Convenience Store (Like 7E in Malaysia) and bought this famous Banana Milk! It tasted amazing, still lingering on my tongue, LOL. 

I waited here, drinking my banana milk while waiting for my friends to buy their T-Money cards (kind of like Oyster card or any subway/public transport card). And oh, I forgot. I bought a Tuna Onigiri too. I checked the ingredients. Nothing suspicious. I asked the ahjumma there in broken Korean "Gogi isseoyo?" (is there any meat in this onigiri I don't even know whether my pronunciation's correct LOL belasah je la) and she said no. All right! 


Even though it was spring, the temperature is just 'suam-suam sejuk', LOL. You can just wear a normal cardigan. It was like air-conditioner temperature only. 


Ewha/Shinchon




A restaurant

Our Hostel, yes! Shin Chon Hostel. 

Had to climb 2 storeys to get to our room. There's an elevator on the first floor (not ground floor) though, LOL. 


Tadaa! Quite pleasant-looking right? A bunk bed (I occupied the top bunk, as usual), single bed with a bathroom. And oh, a funny thing that happened was, I asked the staff there "Why isn't the air cond functioning?" and he said "We turned off the air-cond during Spring (LOL) and instead turned on the heater," Duh, it was around 12 degrees celsius. Nak sejuk mana lagi...

Went to 7E again. (7E is our saviour everywhere!) and bought this again. Haha. 

Okay, so the next day, we woke up to an early start. 


Convenient Breakfast in front of the Convenience Store that is 7E. Instant rice, bought from 7E whereby you can just microwave it for 1 minute, kimchi, tuna and of course, Banana Milk, this time blue in colour. I prefer the original one. This tastes less banana-ny (?) I guess.  I absolutely loved the weather. I loved sitting next to the road, eating peacefully with the soft wind ruffling our tudung, plus the sunshine was bright and welcoming, yet it wasn't scorching hot at the same time. 




So steep! (Inside subway station)


And we reached Gwanghamun Square! The statue of King Sejong the Great greeted us the foreign commoners to his Kingdom. 


It is stated here that King Sejong created the Hangul alphabets to replace the complex Chinese characters. Thanks to him, I also know how to read a bit of Hangul. 

The two commoners and Jeonha. 

Lo and Behold, Gyeongbokgung! Or Gyeongbok Palace. It's not Gyeongbokgung Palace as the suffix 'gung' already means 'Palace' in Korean. Now that's a Korean language lesson for you. Don't embarrass yourself when you're there. 


 LOL. Malaysians di mana-mana sahaja. But, isn't this a splendid view?


Throne Hall. Reminds me of the 'Hall of Supreme Harmony' in Forbidden City, Beijing. 


I love old, historical structures! 


Being a K-Drama fan (especially Sageuk dramas), I couldn't help but to visualise the people of the ancient days walking along various paths in the Palace compound. One of my favourite Sageuk dramas, 'Dae Jang Geum' was also filmed in Gyeongbokgung.



I tried to find the real Royal Kitchen (not the one in Dae Jang Geum Theme Park/MBC Dramia) but to no avail. I then discovered that the Royal Kitchen, 'Sojubang'  was destroyed long ago during Japanese Invasion in 1592. Cis! 


Queen's Palace Backyard 

Queen's Garden. Not that impressive, to tell the truth. 


We walked and walked and walked, and we chanced upon this amazing view. 


Hyangwonjeong Pavillion. 

So beautiful! I captured this picture myself. No filter! *proud*
This is the pavillion from 'The Moon that Embraces the Sun;.

Okayla, since I'm so in love and infatuated with this beautiful place, I dig out the history of it. 

Taken from www.royalpalace.go.kr

"When Geoncheonggung Palace Residence was built, King Gojong redesigned the Palace's back garden. An artificial islet was created in the middle of the pond, on which a hexagonal pavilion was built with the name Hyangwonjeong Pavilion, meaning the “Pavilion of Far-Reaching Fragrance” The bridge across the pond was named Chwihyanggyo, meaning "intoxicated with fragrance."

In 1873, when King Gojong built Geoncheonggung Palace, he had a pond dug to the south, with an islet created in the middle. A two-tier hexagonal pavilion, built on the islet, was named Hyangwonjeong Pavilion and the wooden bridge leading to it was called Chwihyanggyo.

Chwihyanggyo Bridge was the longest wooden bridge constructed on a pond during the Joseon Dynasty. At present, the wooden bridge from the south provides access to the islet, but the bridge was originally on the north side to be reached from Geoncheonggung Palace. In 1953, the bridge was moved to the south side of the pond. The sources of the pond are underground water and a spring coming down from the mountain at the back of the Palace. The water eventually flows into the pond where Gyeonghoeru Pavilion stands."

There is a museum next to Gyeongbokgung. I love museums! But I didn't really spend much time there as I would have wanted to because my two friends do not really have the interest to know about Korean History, LOL. 

And, end of trip to Gyeongbokgung. Next, we went to Bukchon Hanok Village! Bukchon Village is the place where the high officials and rich merchants of the Joseon Dynasty used to stay, as it's located just next to Gyeongbokgung. 'Hanok' means 'Traditional'. 


It's not an ordinary village. This village is located at a hilly area whereby there were a lot of stairs and you need to have a good stamina to hike up through the village. Luckily we're still young, LOL. 



 So tiring!


And, we found a place where we could rent hanboks and take pictures. 


The owner was the one who chose the outfits for us and she purposely gave me this ensemble. She said softly as though not to let anyone hear "This is the best one, very beautiful. You are lucky," LOL whyyyy.... But I do admit I loved my outfit. The material of the chima (skirt) is made of organza. It's just that I wanted to try the 'Princess' hanbok as well. Isn't that supposed to be the best one? *raised eyebrows*


At your service! 

We exited Bukchon Hanok Village and headed off to Insadong, after much difficulties and loss of direction. We were hungry! And at Insadong, we went to this Vegetarian Restaurant. I can vouch that it is really a vegetarian restaurant as I saw an elderly monk having meal there with his family. 

no, no monks seen here. 



My friend right (not gonna tell which one hahah ), she was very greedy, LOL.  She ordered two dishes just for herself, thinking that she could finish both by herself because she was so famished!  And when those dishes arrived, the three of us couldn't believe that the portions would be this big! That big bowl of bibimbap (mixed rice) on the far right there? That's mine. (I only ordered that one).  Filled with vegetables and rice. I couldn't finish the whole bowl. Like I said earlier, I could never become a vegetarian. I love vegetables, but I need my dose of meat too! I'm an omnivore! And well, my friend (the greedy one) regretted it. HAHAHA. 

We just walked around the shopping streets of  Insadong and didn't buy anything. 


The Busy Street of Insadong.

So, done with Insadong, where to, next? 
We decided to continue with the plan and go to Cheonggyecheon Stream, located at a walking distance away from Insadong. 





Crystal Clear Cool Refreshing Water!!!! 

Nothing much to see here, only that this place gets lively during night time, whereby the lamps along the stream would be lit up. 

We decided to go to one last place before heading home (or so we thought). I wanted to go to Dongdaemun, to see the Seoul City Wall, also featured in the Korean Drama 'King 2 Hearts'. But it seemed like we couldn't find any signs of ancient walls in this modern city of Seoul. Initially, we thought that the Seoul City Wall must have been located in the suburbs, just like the Great Wall of China. We were sure that we had taken the right direction, using Google Maps and all but where is this freaking Seoul City Wall?
And alas, I discovered that it was hidden next to the tall building behind us. T__T Seriously, didn't realise that there was a mountain beside it. 

Again, we had to hike all the way up the Naksan Mountain to get the best view of Seoul. Doesn't matter, I had, after all won a medal for climbing up the Great Wall of China, LOL. 


At the base of the Naksan Mountain



You could see Namsan Tower at the top of the Namsan Mountain (of which we climbed it up the next day, LOL). 


The three pharmacists 


Anyway, the view from up there was spectacular! 

And upon descending, we stopped by the Ihwa Mural Village, a location featured in various Korean dramas, one of them is 'Rooftop Prince'. 







We stopped by a grocery store and bought some chu-chu bars (got to know its existence from the K-Drama 'Full House').  It's like Aiskrim Malaysia/ Popsicles. 

Then, darkness was approaching. We decided to go to our last destination for the day, Hangang/ Han River. 

Actually, we wanted to join the Han River Cruise but due to some mis-directions (aka getting lost), with lots of walking, aching feet, hungry stomachs, we ended up being in the less 'romantic' part of Han River. 

It was the dark, gloomy part beneath the bridge. There were strangers, big dogs, murky river water with a repulsive stench. It was quite a dangerous place to be, and if it's in Malaysia, it is definitely NOT a place that I would venture. But I don't know, Korea just feels safe. In fact I felt safer in Korea than in Malaysia. Plus I don't think they'd dare to disturb foreigners, and perhaps with our tudung-wearing appearances, we didn't even attract the attention of any member from the opposite gender there, which is good! Hahaha .

We sat by the river bank enjoying the night view, sharing the kimbap my friend bought from the convenience store earlier. We talked about many things, doing a proper catch-up session with each other to make up for the past one year we haven't seen each other, PRP life, etc. It was a nice feeling. 




Alas, time to go back to our hostel. Again, we had trouble to locate the nearest subway station, resulting in more walking and running across dark, secluded playgrounds (scary!) and tadaaa we found the subway station! We reached Ewha before 12 midnight and had a good night sleep, snoring. 

To recap, on our first day here, we went to 

- Shinchon/Ewha (Women University Street)
- Gwanghamun Square
- Gyeongbokgung
- Bukchon Hanok Village
- Insadong
- Dongdaemun, Seoul City Wall and Ihwa Mural Village 
- Cheonggyecheon Stream
- Han River 

This is the end of the Episode 1 of 'Spring in Seoul' series. Do tune in next week for the next episode, where I'll show you around: 

- Namsan Park/Mountain/Tower as featured in 'Boys Over Flowers' and 'My Lovely Sam Soon' 
- Myeongdong Shopping Street- where we shopped a lot lot lot. (at least, my friends did). 
- Itaewon- The Best Place to get Halal foods in Korea! 

EDIT: Forget it. So lazy already want to write about my experiences in Korea. It's been too long.