There was a little poll in USA Today, (conducted by Harris Poll) asking people people what the ideal age was, if they could stop time and live forever in good health.  The numbers ran from 27 to 59.  People in the age group of 18-24 thought the best age was 27 (which is how old I am now!).  And the people in my age group (25-29), thought the best age was 31!!!  It was a little surprising that the lowest number was 27 years old.  If I could live forever, I think the best age is 25.  You’re still old enough to do whatever you want, but are still a young number.  Since I’m close to be 31, I definitely don’t want to be it.  What do you think?  What’s the ideal age?

Can you believe it? I’ve never had a celebrity encounter. Well… In high school, Idid go on a Portland talk show, AM Northwest, after I won their contest of best idea for a date under $50. Still, Ed Bosley is only a small time celebrity in Portland - I wouldn’t count that. So, I live vicariously through other friends or random strangers. This was an amusing article about a New Yorker who bought a cell phone, but was given Chris Rock’s old number! Needless to say, there were a lot of celebrities calling.

Lately, I’ve been listening to Virgin Radio, and really like it. I found it on Shoutcast.com, which is a site where you can listen to different radio stations around the world - you just need Winampas a player. I found it surprising that usually, the most popular radio station is one from Korea, playing KPop. Virgin Radio plays a good mixture of 80’s and current music.Playlists included Sinead O’Connar, Tracey Chapman, 80’s new wave, 80’s (Aqua Net, sponsored) heavy metal bands, Coldplay(!), Oasis, Travis, and Sterophonics. It’s nice… I’ve been introduced to artists that I’ve heard about, but haven’t had the time to download, ummm, I mean… buy their CDs.

AnotherCatherine Roseinto the world:

"Curb Your Enthusiasm" star CHERYL HINES welcomed little CATHERINE ROSE into the world Monday morning. At 7:57 a.m., the 8-pound, 2-ounce baby girl made her entrance. Mother and daughter are both resting comfortably and doing well.

I’m so glad Colin Ferrell not only has looks, but some common sense…

Colin Farrell does not want to be confused with rapper and accused statutory rapist R. Kelly. The other day on the Paramount lot in Hollywood, Colin met Lindsay Lohan, the delicious star of "Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen."  (a picture of her)

He looked at her. She looked at him. They liked what they saw. (What’s not to like?) They smiled and exchanged warm handshakes. Then the precocious Miss Lohan said, "Give me a call sometime" and slipped Colin her phone number.

"I will," said Colin, pocketing the card. Then a clang! clang! warning bell went off. "By the way, how old are you?"

"Seventeen" she replied, trying to make it sound like 27.

Colin handed her back her card. "Thanks, maybe in a year or so."

And then he hot-footed it back to work.

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 seem 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, doesn?t really make us "real friends".  You can’t expect someone you occasionally 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 occasional 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 Chapstick, 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.

I just got back from The Warehouse, and am waiting for my water to heat up… so I decided to write.  I always say to myself, I’m going to go out for a bit, but make it an early night.  It never turns out that way.  During the long holiday last week, I was out from 10pm - 7am!  That’s more drinking than I work in TWO DAYS!!!  Insane!  Actually, it turned out to be a lot of fun, and I was doing pretty well until around 6am , when I started falling asleep at the table. 

Tonight, Ryan brought his turn tables and played around with it throughout the night.  It was cool to hear something different.  After 1:00am, he was playing a lot of House music and quite a few people were dancing.  One of the Korean teachers from my school came out with her friends.  (She’s the one in the denim jacket in the picture below.)  They had come before, and I really didn’t get the impression that she liked it that much, because it seemed kind of loud for them.  It turns out, that they were there until 4am yesterday, after I had already left.  They came back tonight, and one of them said he was coming back tomorrow with his friends.  It’s surprising, but I’m glad they had a good time.  It was nice that everyone was getting into it and dancing.

I’m a little exhausted… going to bed now…