We all know Google and Skype have amazing offices.
Here’s Ernst & Young Shanghai ;)
Inspired by Julia Nethero, here’s the tour you never got. Hope you get to see this!















This is for you sis, at least something’s pink.


peekaboo! miss me much?

Lunch time!
later fellas.
ⓒ2011 juriegweon shanghai
7:45 am • 1 July 2011 • 2 notes
The land of no judgement.
People would ask me: Why China?
my answer: I love the screaming.
and i meant it. totally.
Then, it got annoying.
1. 20 minutes of waiting for just about anything,
2. cars that wouldn’t stop though it’s green light,
3. dog poo on the ground,
and i’ll skip the rest of the ‘101 reasons to why not China.’
And it hit me,
it’s the land of no judgement.
okay, correction: little judgement
Cars run around not caring about your life.
but never will you see anybody complaining
while i hit the car that rushes in front of me with my umbrella.
It’s the land of

50% off on designer clothing
90% off on designer (knock offs)
90% off on dvds
90% off on microsoft office, rosetta stone, national geographic, SATC, why men marry bitches, how to make friends and influence people
FREE downloads on music, movies, and tv shows
yet,
no judgement.
(okay, correction: little.)
This is why

谢谢。
ⓒ2011 juriegweon shanghai
8:08 am • 19 June 2011

내 텀블러 읽어줘서 너무 고마워~~^*^
Thank You so much for reading my tumbles!!
你读我的 tumblr, 我很高兴!
11:09 am • 14 June 2011
Father forgets

Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blonde curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.
There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave yourself merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.
At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” and I frowned, and said in reply, “Hold your shoulders back!”
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you in front of your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive—and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!
Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. “What is it you want?” I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.
Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding—this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!
It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: “He is nothing but a boy—a little boy!”
I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.
Instead of condemning people, let’s try to understand them. Let’s try to figure out why they do what they do. That’s a lot more profitable and intriguing than criticism; and it breeds sympathy, tolerance and kindness. “To know all is to forgive all.”
—W. Livingston Larned
sleeping child picture from here.
9:47 am • 14 June 2011
Stuffs and stuff
It’s the

and yummy they are. (Don’t forget to love your city.)
And it’s called,

Well, it’s the one on the top, the Green Tea with Rock Salt and Cheese.
See, the name doesn’t do it justice, I wouldn’t have ever tried it unless a péngyǒu recommended it to me.
I would name it something like “Creamy Suflé Matcha with a pleasant surprise of Crystal Salt.”
Next is the Banana Roti Pancakes. And here again, neither the name nor the picture does It justice. It’s more like a “Buttery goodness with the goodness of a melting Banana inside.” And it is sex in your mouth.

Banana Leaf done in a classy way,

So if you ever walk in the Super Brand Mall, this is what you’ll see.

and this,

I guess it shows that you are confident, sweaty or not, and not afraid to show the world who you are. So cheers mates.
But then you walk a little more.
A fitness center is one thing, but what is this?

and this?

A. An office (in a mall)
B. A library (in a mall)
C. An English classroom (in a mall)
D. An internet café
Answer: C
Sure thing, seeing is believing. So sign up for your English classes and make it damn sure that you don’t doze off because it will be on display for everybody to see.
An effective teaching tool and an effective advertising tool, can’t get any smarter than that.
It’s the

at the

(cutest picture!!!)
and inside,

Ladies and gentlemen, this is what we are talking about when we say GDP growth rate of 10%.

And a baby with the iPhone. Awww
So here’s my dump. Just have an awful lot to say today.
ⓒ2011 juriegweon seoul newyork shanghai
12:28 pm • 13 June 2011
Just in case..
you are waiting for a dating post,
Don’t.
It’s courtesy to my fellow daters, and juice like that don’t usually come out unless it’s over something like this.

ⓒ2011 juriegweon seoul newyork shanghai
9:39 am • 13 June 2011
十全十美
When I was a little girl, I loved to wear my grey sweatpants.
One day I was wearing my grey sweatpants and a boy came up to me and said,
“Girl, you’re wearing your pants backwards.” So I replied,
“Boy, this is the way it’s supposed to be.”
Then I went into the bathroom and quickly changed my pants. I missed that girl, and I recently met that girl again.
So whenever someone will tell me that I am wearing my pants the wrong way, I will tell them to “Go put your pants on the right way.” Because yourself can decide which way the pants goes on, not anyone else.
So beware when people try to put You in a box,
and think once again before You believe what they will tell You.
ⓒ2011 juriegweon seoul newyork shanghai
9:16 am • 13 June 2011
3 Big-asses
Quiz: What is the tallest building in the World?
There’s a new building in construction in Pudong between the Jin Mao Tower(88 floors) and the Shanghai WFC(101 floors) and its called the “Shanghai Tower”.

It’s only 4 stories as of June 12th, 2010 but it plans to go up to 128 floors in 2014 (if that year comes).
Making it the biggest building in the People’s Republic of China and the second biggest in the World.
Here’s a convo that I had with some of my colleagues about the Shanghai Tower.
Me: So I heard there’s a new building being built that’s taller than our office?
Colleague1: Yes, the Shanghai tower.
Colleague2: Yes, I think they’re building it too close, there is some risk…..
Colleague1: Yes, risk for terrorist attack. Haha!
[Funniest joke I’ve heard from a Shanghai-nese]
Anyhow, this is how the Shanghai Tower will look like if that year does come.

Yep, definitely terrorist attack material. Should get out soon.
Answer: The tallest building in the World is Burj Khalifa in Dubai with 163 floors (and the highest night club in the World on the 144th floor).
Additional Feature
sneak peak of the construction center

ⓒ2011 juriegweon seoul newyork shanghai
7:24 am • 12 June 2011
Fabuloso!
La Boite Verte has opened up an inspiring fresh world that has reconnected me to my long lost loves.
Seventeen years old Spanish genius, Fredo and his equation of 2=3.





And here’s my piece “cobrafreak” (just for kicks) inspired by sir Fredo at my studio 48F SWFC.

ⓒ2011 juriegweon seoul newyork shanghai
11:49 am • 10 June 2011