I'm having today to reflect on, and write about last night, as I was too tired to go into detail in my previous entry.  Of course, the night turned out to be longer than I had anticipated.  I hadn't counted on dancing to house music for an hour or so, but was doing it because there were people actually dancing!  In actuality, I don't even really like house music.  This may sound stupid, but dancing to music that doesn't have words I can sing to, gets boring fast.  Lyrics give me a time frame for a song.  I have an idea when a song will end, if I happen not to like it.  A song is typically three minutes, right?  But when you listen to techno, the songs seems to go on FOREVER!  Can you imagine Britney Spears singing a song for 5 to 7 minutes?  Can she even speak in a continuous thought for that long?  Maybe I'm missing something.  I really DO want to REALLY like techno and house, but I just don't get it.  I can appreciate it artistically, but most of it sounds the same to me.

During the night, a male friend insisted that we had a heart-to-heart talk.  He was drunk, and I was just trying to listen and be polite.  He kept insisting that "we're friends, right?".  In replying "yes", he then wanted me to divulge my deepest thoughts and dreams.... to "break down my walls".  I think that's a load of crap.  Just because I said we're friends, does't really make us "real friends".  You can't expect someone you occassionally talk to, to open up just because you want them to.  I WILL admit that I have "walls".  I might be a hard person to approach.  To put it frankly, I might seem like a cold b*tch with you first meet me.  I know that.  I'm not one of those people that can meet a bunch of strangers, and pretend like they're all fascinating people.  I WISH I was a social butterfly, but have come to the realization that I'm an indifferent, fly-on-the-wall type.  I even have a hard time feigning interest.  I know this should be easy.  Theoretically, it just involves eye contact and occassional nods of the head, right?  Instead, I find my mind wandering... I wonder how long it took him to pluck his eyebrows... it's called Chaptstick, ever heard of it?... when is this conversation ever going to end?  But this is NOT to say I don't have, or like having good friends.  I just pick friends carefully.  When I have a good friend, I AM a good friend.  You can be sure you'll get a Valentine's present, even if you DO live all the way in Edmonton, Canada.  Wasting my time browsing on Ebay, I can do.  Wasting my time with boring people, I can't do.

On a lighter note, I decided to have an instant coffee taste test.  I never really drank instant coffee before coming to Korea.  My parents always brewed a pot of coffee every day, and if I ever went somewhere to drink coffee, of course it would be brewed.  I find that I like drinking little shots of coffee - just the perfect amount for me.  I use the instant pre-mixed packages because I take them to work and it's a whole lot more convenient.  As you can see, it's a choice between Maxim Mocha: Gold or Taster's Choice: Golden Mocha.  It's really not too scientific, but here are my findings.  Both mixtures looked the same when poured into a cup.  When hot water was added, Taster's Choice had a darker color than Maxim.  Taster's Choice was a little stronger, and bitter (to me).  Maybe some people like it, for the fact that it's stronger.  Overall, I prefer Maxim, because it was lighter and smoother.