Happy sweet cookie

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Viết khỏi quên (21Jul 2021)

Chẳng nhớ hôm nay đã là ngày bao nhiêu kể từ lúc thành phố Hồ Chí Minh theo chỉ thị 16, chỉ có cảm giác là rất lâu rồi. Ngồi trong nhà mãi, không được đi ra ngoài, kể cả đi chợ cũng không khiến mình cảm thấy sợ hãi, buồn bực và vô vọng...

Hôm nay mở điện thoại ra, thấy thông báo thành phố Hồ Chí Minh đã có hơn 4000 ca nhiễm- càng có lí do chỉ thị 16 kéo dài thêm. Mà không, nó sẽ kéo dài thêm. Nghe đâu ngày nó đã được thực thi từ ngày 19/7 vừa rồi. Nghĩa là đến đầu tháng 8 thành phố mới có khả năng nới lỏng lệnh phong toả.

À nhớ rồi, hình như chỉ thị 16 bắt đầu từ ngày mùng 10. Giờ đã là ngày 21. Vậy là 11 ngày trôi qua. Ngày 19 bắt đầu tiếp, nghĩa là phải ngày 2/8 thành phố mới có thể nhộn nhịp lại được. Nhẩm tính qua lại, thành phố HCM sẽ phong toả hết một tháng. Một tháng ở trong nhà không giao tiếp với ai (trừ shipper), một tháng không việc làm (hoạt động làm phim bị ngừng vì lệnh cấm tụ tập), một tháng đồ ăn khan hiếm (vì ai cũng sợ hãi, và vì xe cộ, hàng hoá bị monitor rất chặt khi ra vào thành phố). Vậy đó, một tháng gần như chìm trong bóng tối.

Mình nhận thấy là ngày nào cũng có còi xe cấp cứu. Mình không nghĩ nó nguy kịch cho đến khi hôm trước lên mạng, có một chị nói rằng chị cũng nghe còi cấp cứu inh ỏi đi qua nhà.

Trước khi ra chỉ thị 16, mình vẫn tự nhủ với bản thân rằng mọi thứ sẽ sớm qua khỏi thôi. Cùng lắm là một tuần, ca nhiễm sẽ giảm. Nhưng không, nó càng ngày càng tăng. Mình cũng đã tự nhủ cấm tụ tập thì cấm, nhưng vẫn cho ra khỏi nhà để đi chợ chứ. Nhưng không, một số nơi áp dụng biện pháp phát tem phiếu cho người dân. Có tem phiếu mới có thể đi qua chốt cảnh sát được, còn không sẽ vẫn bị coi là ra khỏi nhà không có lí do chính đáng. Mấy ngày trước cộng đồng mạng dậy sóng  Vậy là mình ngồi lì ở nhà. Mình nghĩ vậy cũng không sao, đặt đồ ăn trên mạng là được. Thế nhưng đặt đồ trên mạng cũng không nổi vì nhu cầu quá tải. Siêu thị Bách Hoá Xanh hết sạch đồ, rau sạch, thịt, cá và trứng khan hiếm trên mọi nền tảng shopping online như Now, Tiki, Lazada. Mình lên VinID đặt đồ, mọi thứ hết nhanh một cách chóng mặt. Ok, nhưng vẫn đặt được khay thịt bò với gói xúc xích vào ngày 13. Và đến tận bây giờ, ngày 21, nó vẫn chưa giao hàng vì lí do đơn hàng quá tải?

Không được ra khỏi nhà, ở một mình, đồ ăn khan hiếm thì bảo sao không sợ, không panicked?

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Episode 3: An unaesthetic room tour Inspired by DIY room aesthetic/room make-over videos on Youtube, this morning I woke up and decided to give you a tour of my bedroom. As much as I would like to perform an ASMR session to your eyes, I can’t. This is not an Internet retreat from your ordinary life and ordinary living space. This is me, a woman sitting next to you in a therapy focus group, exposing her insecurities and her undying childhood attachment by giving you a look into her very unaesthetic bedroom. Disclaimer: it is a champagne problem to have- to complain about my ugly room when someone out there might not even have his/her room to begin with. My new addiction with room decoration videos on youtube started, strangely, around the same time my self-esteem was at the lowest point. Who you are must have been reflected through the clothes you wear, the music you listen to, and also, definitely the space you live in. If that is the case, I am just a basic, plain Jane. ... Continue reading this blog post at: https://internetindulgenttime.blogspot.com/2021/02/episode-3-unaesthetic-room-tour.html #essay #room #roomtour #aesthetic #design #2021 #20s #youngadult #insecurity (at Hanoi, Vietnam) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLHTQLYnI3p/?igshid=ota29beiklh2

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Episode 2: The kinky feminist It is 2 in the morning. I am giggling at my phone screen for some stupid, yet addictively controversial series called “The Billionaire’s Surrogate”. The series is published on Radish - a reading app that consists of “bite-sized hot stories for everyone” as the app itself advertises. Radish, in my own words, is an app that caters toward women of all age (maybe not everyone), but mostly those who have the taste (or curiosity) for erotic romances that involve young, hot and powerful men and their love interest - virginal, pure and naive women. Each chapter is around 300- word long, but to finish the whole series would take weeks given that I am reading it for free. I can either pay money to read the entire novel or I have to wait every 5 hours to access a new chapter. Do you know why I do not buy a monthly subscription to enjoy not just “The Billionaire’s Surrogate” but also to devour into other similar stories? Or do you know why I do not buy chapter by chapter to skip the dreadful wait? Short answer is I feel ashamed. I feel ashamed to legitimize my liking to… this type of literature. Who am I to judge, or to roll my eyes at somebody’s writing and criticize its readers when I myself read it too - you might ask. To clarify, I am not writing this article to attack anybody’s work or somebody’s preference for erotic stories. This article is merely a self-reflection as a feminist and an attempt to demystify my womanhood. ... Continue reading this blog post here: https://internetindulgenttime.blogspot.com/2021/02/episode-2-kinky-feminist.html #essay #feminism #fanfiction #fairytail #fiftyshadesofgrey #romancebooks #beautyandthebeast (at Hanoi, Vietnam) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKwHQS2nTMt/?igshid=5wyzlxhr29y4

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Lấy chồng chưa? Have you married?

Ở trong khi cách ly, có rất nhiều người buông lơi một câu hỏi “Em/cháu đã lấy chồng chưa?” hay “Về Việt Nam lấy chồng à?”. Tuổi đời mới có 23, nghĩa là vừa tốt nghiệp đại học, nhận được câu hỏi như vậy, tôi tự vấn lại bản thân liệu mình đã đến tuổi? Hoặc sợ nhất là mình quá xồ xề, để đến độ người ta nghĩ mình giống một người phụ nữa đã/trên đà lập ra đình, lo cho chồng con rồi quên lo cho bản thân mình. 

Cũng có những khi tôi nghĩ, những người phụ nữ hỏi tôi vậy là bởi vì trong lòng họ đang ngấm ngầm tìm đồng minh. Nghĩa là họ đã lấy chồng, và họ “xấu tính", muốn người khác cũng mếm trải những gì họ mếm trải, như vậy để họ không chịu đựng một mình. 

Nghĩ thế xấu tính cả cho họ, và cả cho mình nữa. Nhưng nhưng câu hỏi bộp chộp, vội vã và phân biệt đối xử ấy thật sự tệ biết bao. Tôi nhớ về những người bạn đại học của mình, tóc nhuộm, ăn mặc stylish và vô cùng skinny. Hẳn họ trông trẻ hơn gấp nhiều lần, và có khi chẳng bao giờ bị hỏi những câu hỏi vô tình nhưng cũng cố ý như trên. 

Và rồi tôi tự hỏi hay tại mình nên họ mới hỏi? Giá mà mình đẹp hơn, trẻ hơn chút nữa, skinny hơn một tí, có lẽ họ không nghĩ mình đã già dặn và mặn mà? 

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I wish the feeling of hanging and falling in life would be this fun 

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Actually Feminine

I used the word “feminist" a lot of the time, but not all the time I am willing to call myself one.

When I was in high school, I heard Emma Watson proudly claimed to be a feminist. Standing in the UN stage, she asked herself and everyone else who was listening to act upon gender equality: “If not now, then when? If not me, then who?”. I wanted to claim that I was a feminist because I wanted to feel empowered. Up until that point, I was not experiencing any type of major gender discrimination, but I could feel that my surrounding has always had an invisible gender pressure, that as a girl, I had to be in certain way, that my family had not been fulfilling with having only me and my sister until my mom gave birth to my brother. I was a feminist by title for sure back then 

Growing up, I clung upon that title, disgusted at my peers’ sexist yet childlike jokes, frowned at my relatives' comments on my look and weight but remained ignorant of their background, education and the time they grew up in. 

There were a shift in my, reluctant to admit that I was a feminist. It happened when I was perhaps a senior in my university, when media started to talk about how feminism could turn out to be very extreme and sexist. Or how it could be so exclusive, dis-regrading some women's ethnicity, education, political stand, etc... 

Some friends asked if I hated men, or if I always defend women in any situation. However, what baffled me was not the accusation that I hated men, but ones that said I was actually sexist against other women whose ideas did not meet my own.  Did I hate some beauty vloggers online who I regarded as superficial? Did I hate models whose bodies were so skinny and not the fashion industry who promoted such standard? Did I hate my aunts who commented on my weights but she herself was brought up with that same mindset? Am I actually sexist? Did I try to toughen and man-up myself to be taken more seriously, then I ended up hating sentimental and cute women? 

Slowly, I wondered if I was too extreme, that whether I was just a feminist by title. Shouldn't I be more neutral? When someone called me a feminist, I thought it was more of a joke, a mocking rather than a confirmation. 

I do care about gender, and I originally to identify with the word “feminist" because I genuinely cared about gender equality, first for those who were like me (because that was all I knew of). Later, I learned to include men too, because I saw my little brother struggling to keep up with the expectation to be a tough boy, or my boyfriend who rarely talked about his feeling just because men were expected not to. Now, I am slowly learning to include women of all background, skin color and age; starting with my aunts, my mother and grandmothers. 

I wasn't extreme just ignorant. Most importantly, I embrace my conflicting self, accept its flexibility to agree with one idea, but disagree with it when time changes and knowledge expands. 

I am creating a new series “Actually feminine" (which is named after a French magazine for women) where I will express how my conflicting self reacts to certain situation regarding feminism. I will pose questions, sometimes without answers to what it's like to be a feminist in our daily lives, from consuming mass media, buying certain beauty products to talking to old relatives and so on. 

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July 13, 2020 

This picture was taken in Moon lake, Taiwan

I am longing for another get away trip with my boyfriend, but with the current situation, plus the fact that I have graduated and in need of getting a job, the idea of having a vacation, laid back and relaxed seems so far out of reach. My parents used to tell me that 4 years of college, or years spent in schools were the easiest years of your life, free of worries, both in financial term or social term, but mostly financially speaking. I used to hate hearing that because I was struggling during my high school years to get scholarship to study abroad, to get into a good university. Wasn't I struggling financially and socially? Now, toward the end of my 4th year in university, I was terrified knowing that they might be right. I guess the perk of being a student is that yes, you are struggling, but you are excused for so many mistake you made. You don’t have a client who would cut off your payment because she/he doesn't like the product you deliver. You don't have to care too much about whether your salary could pay off the rent. You don't have to map out your retirement plan, saving account, buying house plan, etc... that a working adult should be worrying about (or at least pressured to think about). If you don't work or don't make money yet, your excuse would be you wanted to focus on your study to polish your skill (not that I am promoting part time job over studying), but now when you graduated (or about to graduate), the excuse would no longer be valid. Instead, it would be you juggling between self study and hustling to make money. Basically, mark your adulthood with earning money. 

The other day I was scrolling through youtube (like usual), noticing this is the summer time, which means this is the season for youtuber to travel (disclaimer, since Vietnam has already contained the corona virus situation, we are allowed to travel domestically). Their hotels are usually very lavish, and they travel in group, fashionable and very well-off, or sometimes it is the season of change where some youtuber of 20s started to buy their penthouse. So? A lot of you would ask what's wrong with that? They work hard and now it's paid off. Right, true, but looking through their content, prominently just entertainment (Mukbang, fashion, vlogs...), the contents that sometimes we deem Internet indulgent, I can't help but wondering if we, the viewers, are responsible for their incomes? If so, why can we be indulging so much on this contents,and subsequently setting off a trend for other youtubers to create even more indulgent videos. The funny thing is viewers like to watch what youtubers eat, drink, wear and where they usually hang out with friends. 

Am I being critical of their content or am I being a pain in the ass, a jealous, useless person who gets mad at people who do quite successfully in life (by the measure of money)? 

It got me thinking, I mentioned a lot about money, as if making money is certified as the sole purpose of adulthood. The more we look at those videos, the more we dream of having a lavish, money-dripping lifestyle that a few of us would get. Not because we are not working hard enough, but maybe because the job we have does not allow us to have enormous incomes. Why we care so much about making money and having a lavish lifestyle when we grow up? We know well enough that it's artificial, but it's what we usually want to see from those youtubers, isn't it? 

I just have a mixed feeling, self critical and critical of other people as well. 

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July 7th, 2020

A note to myself

I want myself to remember that my boyfriend is slowly learning to be sentimental, not because he is lacking without being such, but because he wants to make me happy and wants to see me surprised.

He is currently doing sound mixing for my graduation short, not because it's his major or his hobby, but because he wanted to help and he knows I have no one else who could team up with me for sound post production

My boyfriend lets me stay at his place longer than usual, not because he wants me to be there, cook for him or clean his room, but because he knows I am clingy and love to spend time with him despite the fact that he likes to chill alone and have some privacy

After my graduation, and him finishing his 1 year work contract, he would go back to his country for a vacation and me going back to my country to find a job. We are parting not because he didn't make an effort or a plan to move to my country, but because he is a laid back person, and deep down, he wanted to move close to me, just that the job opportunity for him in Vietnam might be scarce than other country.

We almost broke up because I was ahead of myself, got very hot headed and physical (I didn't hit him, we just wrestled on the floor because I can't stand him being silent toward me). Please remember that he only wants me back because he loved me so much, and he wants to salvage our relationship.

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July 7th, 2020

I had a graduation ceremony yesterday, stayed up late to finish my graduation project, woke up this morning feeling like I got something to say... 

Looking back on the traces of document I left, be it on my tumblr page, on a scrap of paper or on the carefully written journal, I always see myself in despair talking about my college experience and how I hated my professors. American teen films first sold me the fun college image where you met people, had tons of parties (not that I like to party, I just enjoy the idea of being goofy at the party and ending up finding someone you like at that horrible party) and triumphantly pulling all nighter. I loved it. Then there comes reality when I came to Korea to study film abroad, being in a class with only 2-3 other foreign students and barely forming a functioning crew to make film. The worst part was that we have only 3 professors teaching all sorts of subjects. If we hated them, there was no one else to fall back on. Here we go, another post showing how much I am dissatisfied with my university life. 

Since I technically graduated (though still trying to polish my graduation project), I think I should say something positive, because at least when I look back, reading this note among other horrendous posts of mine, I still feel fine and comfort knowing that not all days are bad and some days are actually good. 

What I like about this whole 4 years of college is basically  being a wise customer. I have never thought education in term of buying and selling, but studying abroad costs a lot, at least more than studying in my home country. It forces me to rethink about the the economic side of it and treating it as an investment. I know education is more than just a product where there are loving professors, opportunities for internship and networking, but if you have none of those things, not because you are lazy, but because you are a foreigner and belongs to a minority, and also your professors don't know how to teach, you can't help but wondering if your money is put on the right spot. I definitely wouldn't jump right into studying abroad without making it clear what I can potentially get out from that education after 4 years. Think like a businessman, huh? 

I love the fact that I struggle to make film with a crew of less than 5 people. For quite some time, I felt so unfortunate that as a film student, I dreaded every time I have to work with the same of people making my film. It felt like a torture and not a ride or die kind of experience. Because I am an opinionated person, always too serious in work, perhaps my classmate don't seem to like me that much. I’ve always wanted to make my own film, and I would try very hard to get my script chosen. I guess I am insecure about my ability, but when I pitched my project, I tend to think that my script worth the shot and I will deliver it. Maybe they don't like that, because they would somehow associated it with being cocky. However, when a guy does that, people put trust in him and consider him to be the worthy candidate. 4 years of struggle seems to be like an enduring exercise and now I am used to it. I also appreciate the fact that I didn't care too much when some wished I gave up. Sometimes I looked back, got so hard on myself thinking I could have done a better job, made a more artistic film but now, I think I am alright. I appreciate my trying, my struggle and despite all that, not giving up. It's less about the final product, and more about the journey to get there. 

I found my other passions along the way. I used to just focus on one aspect of filmmaking, and it was usually script writing. Not until did I start to direct, I also got very into production design and lighting. Though I don't know how to draw, and also have a poor taste in fashion, but it shouldn't stop me from enjoying these very artsy fartsy aspects of filmmaking, should it? I enrolled myself in a drawing class and started thinking about re decorating my own room. I also watched a lot of documentaries these days, and kinda get into the narration part of it (for some reason) so I am thinking of making video journal. The bottom line is, just try whatever you want, even at first it sounds stupid. I am learning to shake off my self consciousness and just enjoying little, silly things. 

There are many many more things I want to remember, because all those things happened in the span of 4 years, and one post can't, and shouldn't be the limit of what you want to tell. I will come and visit this post in the future, and write some more soon enough

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Thursday, June 25, 2020

Why do I have problems with good looking women on social media? 

Wow, right off the batch, it sounds very sexist. The key word to the sexism, especially coming from me, another woman, is “women". It sounds exclusive, pointing finger and contains jealousy and competitiveness, woman-hating-other- woman kind of thing. 

I guess I am sexist, or conditioned to be sexist. My Instagram feed is filled with a lot of women's accounts, most of which contains images of them flashing out their perfect body from head to toe, confidently posing in front of the mirror with the hastag ootd. The feeling from seeing such pages, or from indulging into such pages ranges from inferior to activist/feminist. Then it changes from activist to self reflective and self criticism of toxic feminism. 

Why? 

A part of me thinks that I have the right to criticize other women for bringing no more value other than their over emphasis on appearance and superficiality. I don't think they create confidence in their followers with a message “hastag love yourself" attached to a picture of them posing in bikini with a perfect body that perhaps takes more than just one shot and one pose. 

Another part of me thinks that I have no right to criticize other women. Perhaps the society has taught me that girl- girl competition is inevitable or that I am prone to be critical of other women who I think are better than me. Maybe I am just a jealous person who doesn't look as good and now turn to toxic feminism to struck down others and makes myself feel better. Is it true? 

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Today is June 19, 2020

I will start with a cliche line: A lot has happened during 2020. It hits me so hard when I started, first, got stucked in Vietnam and could not fly back to Korea to finish my study abroad. I later knew that all of my classes would be conducted online, and it was not that necessary for me to come back to Korea. However, it was less about the study, and more about my boyfriend. I wanted to see him in Korea, and I couldn't wait. It was in March. In the meantime, I eagerly applied for jobs and my interview's result got postponed because of the corona virus. Flash forward to April, I finally got a hold of a flight ticket from Hanoi to Seoul. I decided to hop on the airplane and got to Korea to surprise my boyfriend. Turns out, he was not that surprised, more like confused by how weird I was for the past 14 days. I was not good at keeping secrets. I heard back from the job interview in May, saying that they couldn't give me any information on whether I got the job or not, so I waited. June hits, and I realized I couldn't go back to Vietnam that easily and perhaps no jobs I applied to would be willing to wait for me until I got back. Finally, today, June 19, I got a call back from the job interview, saying they wanted to see me next week in person. Sadly, I couldn't, because I chose to come back to Korea, and I am not in Vietnam to meet them. 

Wow, in short, I don't know when I can come back to Vietnam, and I don't think it will be soon. Maybe I made the wrong decision to come back to Korea, and perhaps it would be better to stay in Vietnam, regardless of meeting my boyfriend or not. 

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This picture is a photography mistake, but it turns out to be a deep meaning and intentionally artistic work of some film art illiterate student. 

You are welcomed! 

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No caption, just reminiscence 

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Day 4

I have actually skipped a few days because I didn't have any interesting thing to post. But then I thought this was just a writing challenge to get my brain stimulated a little bit every day, and I should keep pumping out stories regardless. Here I am, sitting here, writing something out of nothing 

I just got back from a test. This was an easy breezy subject since the class was targeted at every student including freshmen, so the test was not so tricky. But man oh man, still, there was some one at the back of the class whispering to get some help. That some one is no other than another Vietnamese student. Well, you might be wondering why do I throw in some nationality info, am I being discriminating against my own country? 

Here is the thing though, I know Vietnamese education system and I know Korean education system. Vietnamese college doesn't give a damn if you plagiarise or cheat during the exam (as long as you don't get caught). But Korean education system does, and they care so much about you cheating even though in my case, the students are so disciplined and the fact that you separate them does not make any difference because they would make a sound anyways. They don't talk during the class. They might be loud in public but in class, they don't talk. But Vietnamese students usually do, and professor hushing the students is like saying “how are you" every morning. It's just so meaningless. 

That man is so shameless that even when our professor is so kindly ask him to stop, not even name dropping him. He did not stop. Our professor had to come at him like a missile, confused and angry telling him “Hey what is wrong with you". We know how serious it is

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Day 3

Things have been good

Oh lordie, how we miss the ups and downs of college, mostly the downs where we thought we got beaten up so bad we can’t even see the sunlight. But here we go, still standing proudly present the broken version of ourselves, sometimes fearless but most of the time ashame and socially malfunctional. BUT, the end of the year is coming and what’s your take on the new year? New year new me? Bullshit talking. 

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Day 2

Today's topic is motivation 

What a cliche topic, but worry not, this is not a post to teach you how to gain motivation. Lately I have been feeling unmotivated, I mean, look at the previous post in which I talked about the shithole of education system I suffered, who wouldn’t feel unmotivated and discouraged? However, life has to go on and one must thrive regardless of the situation. 

One of the video recently I watched (just for fun, but turns out to be quite effective) is the one from channel Vee Kativhu and she is 21 year old, currently studying Classical Archaeology and Ancient History at Oxford University. In her recent video, she talked about how to overcome your unmotivated self and the one thing I remember most was when she explained about by removing yourself from your unmotivated area, you would feel better. I tried and man oh man, it worked for me at least. 

I used to not have the concept of having two separate areas: one for studying and one for sleeping. I study in my dorm room, my desk is right next to my bed. I am always in my Pj typing if I don't have anywhere to go. It slowly turns into a procastinating situation where I would wake up in the morning, feeling slightly tired and think to myself, well, maybe I will sit in my desk, check some videos out before I actually feel awake. It never happens. If I don't put on my work clothes, go out somewhere then I can't get anything done. 

So I guess maybe next time, if you want to be more motivated to work, try bringing your laptop somewhere, force yourself out of your room and just sit outside to work, be it a coffee shop (dude, you pay for that damn expensive coffee so be hard working) or a park, whatever work for you, and just work! 

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A challenge of some sort

Each day till the last day of 2019, I will be posting something, be it a story or a random journaling. I will kick off today with a quick journaling. I have been thinking a lot lately about how I have been spending my 4 years of university and was it even a good choice in doing whatever I am doing now. The same question would occur over and over again every time I doubt myself: Am I doing enough? Is it worth my money and my time in the college I have chosen. 

A quick background if you are wondering why I’ve been doubting about my college choice. I am currently in film major, studying abroad in Korea. I tried (or I thought I tried) to get a scholarship to fund my 4 years in Korea by submitting whatever I could (SAT score, Toefl score, resume, portfolio ect to prove myself that “hey, school board, I am worthy of your investment) and guess what, when I entered the university, every international got the same amount of scholarship I had. I swear I know a student with 4.5 Ielts test score get the same 50% off and even his entrance fee was waived. The school board said it was a scholarship for international students as if “international” in Korea is the promotion code and you immediately get a 50% off. 

OKay moving on 

When I entered college, I did not see it coming that there were only 3 of international film students enrolling in the same year as I did, which means the classes will be basically consisted of only me and other two. We couldn’t join other Korean students because THEY DO NOT SPEAK ENGLISH, that what my “counselor” told us. Turns out, he doesn’t want to mix us because he is afraid that they will have bad influence on us. Wait, what bad influence??? Ah, later on I found out they all hate him, but it took us one good year to know that his teaching was horrible when he had to give lecture delve deeper into our subject of study. During the first year, his main mission was to “introduce” us to filmmaking, which means we can just mess around, touch this button, turn off that light or whatever. Okay it wasn’t a big of a deal when we have to make a movie, and we can’t, because we don’t have enough students to form a team. Fun! I thought to myself, why on earth did they do this, if they knew damn well that we were not enough to form a proper, functional class??? 

Let’s talk about professor! THAT PROFESSOR. 

WOw, this is my favorite part where my sexist, racist Korean professor steps in and shows me how cruel the world can be. By the name, as you can assume, he is not a pleasant person to work with. With his dysfunctional English (and I mean broken English like someone who doesn’t know how to speak, write and listen to English has to give a lecture type of person), I thought I was going to just kill myself. I already gave up one year to start over again in korea, so technically my university lasts for 5 years, and i have traveled from Vietnam to Korea, away from my family, spend 10 times the money i would if i was to study in my own country, yet, I was given instruction by him 

I know professors who are academic intellectuals, whose English is at best suitable for researching, and presenting is not their forte. I am all open to that. I don’t care as long as you get your idea across and you deliver what we need to know in UNIVERSITY LEVEL. But hell no, with this man, he once put our scripts in google translate. YES, GOOD OLD GOOGLE TRANSLATE and judged us based on that translation. He once asked me that if I knew any good Vietnamese girl because apparently his nephew, who was 40 years of age at that time, wanted a 20s something wife. If you are not familiar, there are a lot of cases where Vietnamese women got marriage with older Korean men in exchange of a better life in a more well off country. BUT, here is the thing, the women, whose circumstances force them to do so, are mostly reside in the countryside. With little information and not a lot of opportunity due to their lack of education, their lives were hard. 

So if he was to ask me for some Vietnamese girl, which I assume he thought all Vietnamese girls would kill to marry a Korean man, let alone an old one, isn’t he so racist and pathetic? 

Pzzz what a long ass post, anyways, I will stop here, but there are many more upcoming absurd stories which you can’t believe it actually happen in education system. 

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