06 7월 2007

Yum

It's ridiculous how happy I get when I eat Shin Ramyeon. How do they make it so good and sell it so cheap??? It's truly amazing.

Hmmm...

One night, ages ago, I was heading down south to hang out with some hashers. I was heading to a rest stop to wait for Beaver and Rarely Cums to pick me up. I got there, took a look around, and discovered this:

Can you read it? Shitty picture, I know. It says 'Seoul's Best Toilet.' Wow! I was so intrigued! I mean, it must be something special, right? I'm figuring at the very least it'll have those cool heated seats. So I went inside, and here's what it was:
Yup, it's a hole in the ground!! I was soooo disappointed!! This is the best toilet in the city of Seoul??? No way. I don't know what criteria they were judging on, but I'm thinking the judges were bribed. Maybe this picture hanging on the wall is what appealed to the toilet judging committee, who, by the way, had to be all male because I'm pretty sure a woman wouldn't vote for one of those things.
And filed under 'Other Strange Things You Can Find at Korean Rest Stops' is this locker...for your useless, small, has-to-be-carried-everywhere-you-go dog.



05 7월 2007

Inspired by, of all people, my big brother Brownie (I never in my life thought I would be uttering such words, let me tell you!) I have really been feeling the itch to get back to climbing. Back home I went to a great climbing gym in Reading and I loved it and was getting pretty good at it. Then I busted up my leg, travelled for months, moved to Korea, and just never really got back into it. Now I want to. There's a lot of climbing gyms in Seoul but none of them (none that I've found, anyway) have info on the web in English. No problem, I can figure out what I need to know pretty easily. Now, I just need a partner in crime...

Oh, and I need Andy to dig through all my shit that's packed up in the garage, find my gear, and send it to me. He's gonna be reeaaallly thrilled about that.

This is a conversation I had to endure at work yesterday.

Coworker: Hey, you know that guy [whatever his name is] that goes to our gym?
Me: Nope.
Coworker: Really? You don't know him? The Korean dude?
Me: Uh...nope. [I should point out that my coworker and I are the only foreigners at our gym. Everyone else is Korean. Describing someone as 'Korean' does not narrow things down in this country.]
Coworker: Well, I kinda told him you'd go out with him.
Me: Why would you do that?
Coworker: Because he likes foreign girls.
Me: Ummm...you don't get to make that decision for me. That's what a pimp does. I don't have one of those.
Coworker: I really think you should go. Just for coffee or something. You two could really hit it off.
Me: I'm not going.
Coworker: But I think you should.
Me: I'm already dating someone. He'd probably frown on me trying to 'hit it off' with someone else.
Coworker: Well, maybe you two could just become, like, really, really, really good friends.
Me: I'm not going.

And it continued. He was rather relentless, just insisting that I meet this dude. He even tossed in, "He speaks really good English." This is a coworker, not a friend. Not someone who knows anything about me, or about what kind of people I prefer to date. "Oh, you like foreign girls? I know a foreign girl...well, I don't really know anything about her, I just work with her. But she's definitely foreign." Yeah, sounds like a match made in heaven. Argh. I was angry!!

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAHAHAHA!!! HAAAAA! HAHAHA!!! This stuff never gets old for me. Seriously, how do they not know?!?!? Ha!

Who Knew????

Before the "douche bag beating me up in a fairly well lit stairwell while others watched but didn't help" incident I used to shake my ass on the subway quite a bit. The poles were quite useful for that little hobby. It never occured to me that they were there for any other reason. After the incident I went through a few weeks of either avoiding the subway or standing very still, looking at my shoes, saying to myself, "Stop looking at me, why is he looking at me, quit standing so close to me there's plenty of room on this fucking train so get the fuck away from me, GET ME OFF THIS SUBWAY NOW!!!"
Earlier this week, I found myself on the subway bopping around to some tune on my iPod. I felt very proud of myself, like maybe I was getting back to normal again. Well, not like I was ever a poster child for normalcy, but you know what I mean.

04 7월 2007

In All Seriousness...

When it comes to shadiness, do you think that it's the behavior itself that's shady, or the person displaying the behavior that's shady?

02 7월 2007

Monsoon

We're about a week and a half into the monsoon, which means it's going to rain everyday for the next month or so. When it's not raining it's unbelievably hot and humid. I'm sick of it already.

Other than the rain, I had a great weekend. How bout you guys?