well, i've been told to "take a rest" so i guess i'll write a blog. i guess i look tired. probably because i am. my neighbors on ye olde 7th floor need to learn how to walk correctly. they walk like gymnasts. i don't know how to further qualify that, but maybe you know what i'm talking about. anyhoo, i'm routinely woken up at about 6:20 when these peeps get up and walk about. and they seem to enjoy moving furniture late at night. assholes.
anyhoo, what's new, jamie? oh, nothing much.
hmmm. i could talk about my lunch today. well, i was going to go eat chee-juh don-kass-uh (cheesy pork cutlet thing. one of the most common korean dishes, yet it tastes decidedly un-korean) but then i was magically invited by my co-workers to go eat at the last minute. that rarely happens. i think my co-workers don't want me to eat with them, and i would rather eat alone because then i can at least talk to myself instead of sitting in a room full of people and speaking to no one as they talk about me but not to me. but anyhoo, in the van on the way there my co-workers tried to describe this soup with fish that has fat cheeks. that's all i knew about what i was eating. but it was suprisingly good. i guess i'm adapting. i already ate octopus this week (also in soup form, seems to be a popular medium), so a little bit o' fish is hardly anything to gag over.
i just checked out a book to myself from the library. miss mr. pizza's english books have finally been stickered and made their way to the shelves. so they're fair game now. including the roald dahl books. so i checked out the wonderful story of henry sugar.
um, i don't have anything exciting to talk about. wait! erica and i went on the suncheon city tour over the weekend. 4 touristy places covered in one fell swoop! assah! the set of a korean soap
opera (reminded me of blazing saddles when they build the fake city. no tumbleweed here though), songwongsa (very pretty. oddly enough, reminded me of tibet. did i really go there? weird...) nagan folk village (hey, i didn't puke this time!) and last [certainly least] the dismal and disappointing suncheon bay. erica and i took a boat tour so we could better experience the beauty that is mud and an unplaceable stench. i guess that's just how dirty water smells...
so i can check all those things off my list of the top 100 things to see in suncheon. they sort of cheated in the guidebook, as maybe 50 of the places on this list are actually at suncheon bay.
on sunday i went to a traditional korean song and dance show with mike and erica--i've comfortably fallen into the third wheel position again. we were the only foreigners in the whole theatre (also perhaps the youngest people there), a novel fact that was not lost on the elders in the room. the woman behind me actually started petting my hair. it's already odd, but i thought it was even more odd, simply because i have dark hair like all the koreans. she should have been petting mike (a dirty ging!) or erica (blondish brownish). but instead she petted my dark locks. fair enough. the native folk stared at us pretty much the whole time. but the entire affair was two hours long. i'm all for cultural, arty events (more dead bodies and organs, please!), but 2 hours is a very long time. anyhoo, some of the things these people did with their voices was amazing. and all in unison. the notes to all the songs seemed to stay in the same register for the most part. another thing that can make 2 hours seem like a veeeerrrryyy loooonnnnnggggg time.
i got a few emails on myspace this week from complete strangers insinuating "doing it." that's really weird to me. sure, you emailed me, i guess i'll make sweet love to you? is that how hooking up with someone is sposed to work? this is an honest question, actually. does this protocol actually yield results? i'm an idiot, or at least i'm charmingly naive.
anyhoo, what's new, jamie? oh, nothing much.
hmmm. i could talk about my lunch today. well, i was going to go eat chee-juh don-kass-uh (cheesy pork cutlet thing. one of the most common korean dishes, yet it tastes decidedly un-korean) but then i was magically invited by my co-workers to go eat at the last minute. that rarely happens. i think my co-workers don't want me to eat with them, and i would rather eat alone because then i can at least talk to myself instead of sitting in a room full of people and speaking to no one as they talk about me but not to me. but anyhoo, in the van on the way there my co-workers tried to describe this soup with fish that has fat cheeks. that's all i knew about what i was eating. but it was suprisingly good. i guess i'm adapting. i already ate octopus this week (also in soup form, seems to be a popular medium), so a little bit o' fish is hardly anything to gag over.
i just checked out a book to myself from the library. miss mr. pizza's english books have finally been stickered and made their way to the shelves. so they're fair game now. including the roald dahl books. so i checked out the wonderful story of henry sugar.
um, i don't have anything exciting to talk about. wait! erica and i went on the suncheon city tour over the weekend. 4 touristy places covered in one fell swoop! assah! the set of a korean soap
opera (reminded me of blazing saddles when they build the fake city. no tumbleweed here though), songwongsa (very pretty. oddly enough, reminded me of tibet. did i really go there? weird...) nagan folk village (hey, i didn't puke this time!) and last [certainly least] the dismal and disappointing suncheon bay. erica and i took a boat tour so we could better experience the beauty that is mud and an unplaceable stench. i guess that's just how dirty water smells...so i can check all those things off my list of the top 100 things to see in suncheon. they sort of cheated in the guidebook, as maybe 50 of the places on this list are actually at suncheon bay.
on sunday i went to a traditional korean song and dance show with mike and erica--i've comfortably fallen into the third wheel position again. we were the only foreigners in the whole theatre (also perhaps the youngest people there), a novel fact that was not lost on the elders in the room. the woman behind me actually started petting my hair. it's already odd, but i thought it was even more odd, simply because i have dark hair like all the koreans. she should have been petting mike (a dirty ging!) or erica (blondish brownish). but instead she petted my dark locks. fair enough. the native folk stared at us pretty much the whole time. but the entire affair was two hours long. i'm all for cultural, arty events (more dead bodies and organs, please!), but 2 hours is a very long time. anyhoo, some of the things these people did with their voices was amazing. and all in unison. the notes to all the songs seemed to stay in the same register for the most part. another thing that can make 2 hours seem like a veeeerrrryyy loooonnnnnggggg time.
i got a few emails on myspace this week from complete strangers insinuating "doing it." that's really weird to me. sure, you emailed me, i guess i'll make sweet love to you? is that how hooking up with someone is sposed to work? this is an honest question, actually. does this protocol actually yield results? i'm an idiot, or at least i'm charmingly naive.
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dude, emoticons/abbreviations in korea take it to a different level. text messaging is an art form. it's a whole cultural thing that i just don't get, falling in line with obnoxious[ly loud] ring tones and dangly cell phone charms in the possession of grown men.
as for whether they're in english or korean, i think they're in both. but a blinking, winking emoticon smile is universal. and yes, lol has made it to these parts i do believe.
what does fbomal mean?
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