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Friday, October 9th, 2009
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Friday, September 18th, 2009
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Yesterday marked the two year anniversary of my arriving in Seoul, South Korea. It begs the question, “How much longer?”
I don’t know.
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Recent developments.
I am up for a promotion that I do not want and I cannot turn down. It will result in a sizeable pay-cut and more responsibility I really do not need. Fuck work.
I am slowly becoming the kind of young man I loathed when I first came to South Korea. No, this does not involve exchanging money for sex, but thanks for thinking of that first.
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I looked up some of my childhood friends online the other day to find one of them had died four years ago. At the ripe old age of 23, he breathed his last, and ceased to be on Earth, and I had no idea. A small site had been made in his honour, but had no mention of how his life had ended. He left behind two daughters.
The better part of a decade had passed since I had last seen or heard from him. My friends and I had made some effort to stay in contact when I had moved away from them, almost exclusively through posted mail. Mind you, this was before most people had Internet connections, let alone knew what an e-mail was. For young kids, it was quite tough, but we managed to stay in contact this way for a good couple of years before ties began to slowly fade away.
I keep imagining my friend the way I last saw him; a young boy full of life and a smile that reflected that. I don’t recognize this young man in the pictures on the website.
I can’t believe he’s dead. He’s been dead for four years.
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I am not content.
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Friday, August 14th, 2009
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| Subject: | Third! |
| Time: | 11:00 pm. |
| Mood: |  worried. | | Music: | Norah Jones - Sunrise. |
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Yesterday I finally beat Grand Theft Auto IV. Yep, that’s the biggest news I’ve got.
It’s a pretty impressive game in that it creates a living, breathing city with incredible depth. I just wish the story hadn’t lost its steam at its end. Don’t get me wrong, it was no Harry Potter and the Snake Prince’s Sword or whatever, but the story was a pretty interesting take on an immigrant’s struggle in the big city. It had some pretty decent character development, but everything at the end just seemed rushed and cliché.
Still, it was a pretty fun game. I got to do a lot of things I wouldn’t or can’t do in real life; you know, things like fire rpgs at helicopters and clusters of biker thugs, beat up hoods, outrace cops, solicit hookers for sex… hell, even have sex with women.
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There was a refresher training session held at Ehwa Woman’s (not a spelling error) University yesterday morning that I had to attend. The academy I work for has got this joint program with the university’s graduate English education program, so the students will be working alongside our department for a while, and we had to train them. We had been there a while ago, but it was time for refresher training and I was called in (again) for some Saturday morning work action.
Work on a Saturday morning = Booo.
Going to an all women university = Yaaay!
Wearing a suit and tie in 30 degree heat = Booo.
Looking sharp for the ladies on the outside and sweating like a pig inside = Yaaaybooo.
Yaaaybooo.
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It’s getting pretty warm here in Seoul. I guess it’s to be expected; it is almost July, is it not? I should probably try and shed some of this extra insulation to make things as comfortable as possible. I think I may have hit a plateau in weight though, so it might be tough.
I’ve been cutting down the weight training and increasing cardio, and it is helping. I just need to cut down the junk food and eating just “cuz’ it’s fun” and start eating healthier, which isn’t fun. Maybe I’ll just eat one lunch from now on.
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These days if I feel like posting anything online, I stop, and think, will what I have to say really have any value? Will I really put anything of actual interest online? Or will it just be a stinking pile of ignorant stupid shit like 99.999999875913 % of what is posted online? I usually side with the latter and drop the idea. I mean, look at the tripe I just wrote right now. Absolute rubbish.
I think someone needs to blow up the Internet and wipe the slate clean. All these servers around the world have their gears turning and doo-dads spinning to house stupid blog entries, insipid forum threads that start with “First!,” or celebrity gossip filth (which by the way, I can’t stop reading, fuck). If you have your finger hanging over the Internet’s big red button, fucking do it… fucking kill it. But please back up the porno first… and my journal. This shit is gold, Jerry!
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As promised:
My niece showing me interest just like the adult girls do. They grow up so fast!
Some mosaic at an art gallery backlit by natural daylight.
Birthday.
One of the few pictures from my birthday party where I don’t look like a fat drunk slob.
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Actually, delete this journal too.
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Saturday, June 13th, 2009
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First, I just need to post this… because if I don’t, it’s like the terrorists have won.
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I hit 179 lbs (81 kgs). I’ve wanted to hit this weight for the last few months, but now that I’m here I don’t want it anymore. Actually, I want it… just not like this.
Some of this new weight is muscle; a great deal of it is not. I attribute most of this gain to the last two weeks. A birthday party at the pad resulted in a lot of booze in the cabinet, and a lot of junk food that had to be eaten. Much of it was leftover so I’ve been eating pizza, chips, and desserts for most of my meals for the last week. Now that the junk food is gone, the hard part is over. The weight just needs to burn off slowly now, and burn it will… leaving behind a chiselled frame of manliness.
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I was asked by my head manager to transfer to the Philippines branch to help with training and setting up the new centre there for a few months. Although it is a great opportunity to see the world and a beautiful country, I eventually declined the offer. Several members of our department had been transferred there for temporary gigs only to have their return date to South Korea postponed indefinitely. A few of them left for 3 month gigs and still haven’t returned after a year. While I definitely want to travel (and traveling on the company’s dime would be great), I came to Korea to live in Korea, not to live in the Philippines.
I also came for the spicy rice cakes and cute girls.
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That’s it for now. I’ll throw some pictures up next post. Until then, smile… it’s a good look for you.
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This year I did something a little different for my two week vacation. Instead of just going home to Toronto to see my parents and bum around, I took my parents to New York to meet my sister, and from there my sister and I took our parents on vacation to Jamaica for a few days. Here is the best two weeks I’ve had in some time in pictures.
Toronto:
New York City
Montego Bay, Jamaica
Negril, Jamaica
Jamaica is a beautiful country. I always thought the blue skies over Toronto were wonderful, but the blue skies over Jamaica are unreal. It’s like God took a paintbrush and painted the ceiling of the world. Although the resort we stayed at (Grand Palladium Lady Hamilton) seemed to be plagued with problems, the beaches and blues skies of Negril, and the smiles it brought to my parents’ old faces easily made the trip worthwhile ten times over.
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What else is new? I think this swine flu hysteria is bullshit. Don’t live your lives in fear.
Also, I came back to work Monday to find that I had been promoted while I was gone without my consent to a position I do not want. Excellent.
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Monday, December 22nd, 2008
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Everyone knows the economy is in the shitter these days. I know it too, but last week was the first time I guess I really felt it. Strange, but it took someone else I really don’t even know losing their job for me to think about mine. I kind of woke up and have a new resolve now to take my job more seriously. It’s not fancy and it won’t get a girl wet if I tell her what I do, but it’s an honest job (well, as honest as a job can be in a capitalist society), and it’s a means through which I can live in my apartment, put food in my belly, chip away at my debt, and have some fun on the side.
After a year of saving up, I finally started chipping away at my student loans. One of the things I wish to accomplish before I leave Seoul is be debt free. If I pay the same amount every month, I will be debt free in two and a half years. I think I can do better than that though. It kind of sucked to see that money go, but it was inevitable. Also, that big mountain of student loans just shrank a little bit, and that feels good too.
Here’s some pictures.
Club called Answer in Apgujeong-dong.
My niece and I at a weekend getaway.
Last weekend my brother rented out what Koreans call a “pension” which is basically a getaway in the boonies. Some of them are like apartments; this one was like a mini-house. We basically spent the whole weekend indoors watching television, eating my sister-in-law’s cooking, barbecuing outside, and drinking beer. I also learned how to play a Korean card game called hwa-tu. I can now gamble in traditional Korean form.
I found out my sister-in-law can drink. They brought 24 beers for essentially one night, and I thought that would be more than enough, but my sister ended up making a late night run for 5 large bottles. When she came back, I said fuck that, and tapped out.
This month I also said goodbye to what is probably the best console I’ve ever had. I bought the PS2 in the summer of 2003. I still remember that day well. I went to the video game store with my first love and brought along my PSX. I traded it in and bought the PS2, an extra Dual Shock 2, Capcom vs SNK 2, and Medal of Honor. A beautiful girl in one hand, and a new console in the other… that’s basically what I hope my wedding will be like.
For the last 5 years it has served me faithfully, not once crapping out on me, and it still probably has the best library to date. It still fires up fine, and plays great. Don’t even get me started on the software mod. It was time to get rid of it though. I tried to play games on it after I got the PS3, but it’s just tedious now after playing in HD.
When in Rome, right? Yeah… photobooths. It’s a pretty Korean-thing to do, so I gotta do it up! Next, whorehouses!
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This weekend was pretty insane. Friday night was our department’s hweshik. As per usual, I got drunk on the company’s dime. I woke up Saturday, and it took me a little while to remember what I did, and how I got home.
Saturday night was a birthday party. We sipped some drinks.
Married girls are way better… too bad they’re married.
Partied hard at a pretty nice karaoke in Apgujeong-dong, got drunk as shit, went to Hong-dae around 4 am, and bee-lined it home.
The birthday girl was in Hong Kong a few weeks back, and picked me up these pajamas. I haven’t had pajamas since before I knew what my penis was (I vaguely recall a green number covered in sporting gear). I have kind of wanted pajamas for a while, so I was really happy that she gave them to me. The cowlick and general morning cuteness is my doing though.
Today I had my brother, his wife, their daughter, and a mutual friend over at my place for a turkey dinner, it being close to Christmas and all. My brother’s wife and our mutual friend had never had a turkey dinner before, and it was some years since my brother’s last one, so I thought it would be a good idea.
L, me, my bro, his wife, their daughter, and S.
The spread.
Turkey coma!
It was a pretty good time, and we even got a video call in to my parents back home so they could see my niece in action. It was essentially the first get-together L and me have had at our new place, and it was good.
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Sunday, November 30th, 2008
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Since I left you…
Halloween: I was kind of excited for Halloween this year. I wanted to dress up this year, maybe for the first time since before I had pubic hair, but a self-imposed choke-hold on my bank account (for a deposit on a new apartment), and little time and creativity equalled no costume.
The office I work at gave the drones the green light to get dressed up, but only two girls did: one as Bjork’s infamous swan dress (bonus points because she made it herself having only spent $10 on fabric), and the other as a Japanese school girl (bonus points for picking a theme that’s pants tighteningly awesome).
Halloween fell on a Friday night, and if you know Seoul, you would figure your best bet would be Itaewon (이태원동)(foreigner haunt), but there was a party down at club Air in Apgujeongdong (압구정동) that we went to instead. I had no intention of going out (bank account choke-hold), but was convinced by my roommate since he was going out to show his visiting friend a good time.
The blonde is actually a Canadian chick who is somewhat of a local celebrity here. She’s on that tv show where foreign girls talk in Korean. I watch the show regularly, and in my drunken stupor went up to her to say hello. She’s actually a friend of a friend, so you would figure it would be pretty friendly and easy-going, but that girl was ice cold. She didn’t even make eye contact with me as I introduced myself, and didn’t shake my hand. I guess she thinks she’s big time now.
Halloween isn’t really celebrated in South Korea (you can forget about North Korea), so it wasn’t much surprise to see that only maybe 4-5 people in the club, fuck… in the whole dong (동, or district) were dressed up at all. And there I was expecting to see some hot Korean girls all slutted up. The majority of the costumed party goers were foreigners. One of them was this pretty fat white dude dressed up as Hulk Hogan. He kept trying to drink my drinks every time we bumped into each other.
The only other remarkable thing about this night is I spent less than 20 on drinks all night. For what may be the first time ever, I got trashed on other people’s money, instead of other people getting trashed on mine. And it was fucking great. I might have spent 20-30 tops all night.
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Probably the best picture I’ve taken in some time.
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Cheongduk Gung (청덕궁, or Cheongduk Palance).
My brother and his family took me to check out this palace in Seoul to see the leaves change colour. As far as palaces go, it was pretty standard fare. The real draw at this temple was the paths it had through forests encompassing the palace grounds. The leaves changing were rather beautiful.
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My second attempt at kimchi jiggae (김치찌개, or spicy cabbage stew?)
It actually tasted what it was supposed to taste like. Two for two! I like how I give myself so much credit for cooking up something so easy to make. I should try and learn how to cook some more Korean dishes while I’m here in Korea.
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The biggest thing to happen since the last update was the big move. My buddy L and I found a two-bedroom several weeks ago, and put the wheels in motion to move in. The deposit we had to put down was the largest sum of money I have ever earned/spent. Our landlady requested that we pull it all out in cash/cheques on the day of the move instead of wiring it, so you know we had to cover ourselves in it and take pictures before we gave it to her.
Good bye, monies!
A few shots of the new place:
My empty bedroom, the night of the move.
Living room, from my doorway.
The new place is pretty damned awesome.
The apartment itself is HUGE by Korean standards. There are two bedrooms, a huge veranda, living room/kitchen, and a large bathroom with both a large shower stall, and a bathtub (a rarity in Korean bathrooms). The apartment is on the third floor between the landlady’s unit on the fourth, and a bar and what may be some sort of salon on the third.
Location-wise, it’s great. I now live 7-8 minutes walking distance from my office, about 10 minutes walking from my gym, and 2-3 minutes from Gondae Ipgu subway station which is a junction point for two subway lines. Also in walking distance is an E-mart (think Wal-Mart), a department store, a market area with fresh food, a bowling alley, and a college bar district. Close enough to get trashed, far enough that I don’t have to hear assholes like me at night when I’m trying to sleep.
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When you’re a foreigner in Korea, you tend to meet a lot of other foreigners. One part everyone has to get used to is people coming and going. We said see ya later to our friend G. She went back home to Toronto, but not before having a goodbye party at Volume.
H, S, et me.
H, L, G, J, M, C
How I remember the night in my head movies.
Some dude, G, C, S
Every time I come to this club, I always hope that there will be a lot of hot girls, because the first time I was there, it was rammed with a lot of attractive women. This time around I was too drunk to even realize there were girls to check out.
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Also:
I ordered a bed.
I bought Grand Theft Auto IV, and Resistance 2.
I wish I could see my parents’ faces in person.
The bills are paid.
I feel like shaving my hair down again.
It is high time to become a better human being.
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Wednesday, October 29th, 2008
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“What makes a cuff link so goddamn expensive?”
This is what I wondered to myself as I perused row after row of cuff links at the Hyundai Department store last Saturday morning. A piece of metal that small, precious or not, should not cost as much as it does just because somebody, or some fancy-schmancy design house in Paris, says it ought to.
I went from one store to another, from no name to big name, and found nothing to my liking. As per my usual style (lack of?), I was shooting for simple and clean, and all I found was flashy and (what I thought was) a little gaudy. I really have no need for precious stones to be dangling from my wrists. In fact, I have no need for precious stones at all.
I ended up buying a pair of plain silver cuff links for way more than I would have liked to, more than likely because some French guy’s name was on the box.
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I have never worn cuff links until now. The reason for the sudden need was a new suit (with which came a custom tailored shirt with cuffs in want of cuff links), which I had tailor made for a wedding this past weekend. Okay, well, I didn’t have it made specifically for the wedding, but more because I needed a suit in general since the suit I brought with me doesn’t seem to fit the way it used to (or should).
I was really excited about getting a new suit. Suits are great. They can make any dirtbag look half-decent by broadening the shoulders, and taking some of that extra poundage off the mid-section. I don’t get many chances to wear a suit, but having a good suit is a necessity for every guy. The most exciting part was that this was my first custom tailored suit. I have wanted a custom tailored suit for some time, but I have been sitting on getting one because my weight (size) fluctuates a lot, and back home a decent custom tailored suit is goddamn expensive.
I got an amazing deal with the suit made here in South Korea by some pretty competent tailors. The tailors are so competent in fact that their clientele boasts of Steven Seagle, Magic Johnson, and the late Pavarotti. Did you hear me? I said STEVEN SEAGLE. If this were 20 years ago, that would have been so awesome.
Wedding.
Bride’s best friend, and me.
Me seeing how good girls look hanging off my arm.
This works too.
Yeah, I know, I seem to wear that tie every time. I only have three ties, but I just like how simple and neat it is.
The wedding was pretty standard. In Korea, weddings are held in wedding halls, and are finished, both ceremony and reception, within two hours. People don’t give a lot of money either. It’s strange what it’s come to, but people either give approximately 30, 50, or 100 depending on how close you are. Apparently you’re weird if you give anything in between, less or more.
Everything was pretty peachy until after the wedding when a bunch of us were going to hit up some night life in Seoul, and shit went down between the bride and her two best friends. They had a big falling out and I kind of fell right in the middle. I ended up drinking the night away with the two best friends, telling them to go make up with the bride. Right or wrong, a bride shouldn’t have to have her two best friends pissed at her on her wedding day.
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Well, now that I’ve got the suit, I need to get a good watch, and I guess I’m set. Is there anything else a guy needs? Oh, the love of a good woman? Let’s not tread there… I don’t need to drink tonight.
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Not much going on these days. The big move is coming up soon, and my monies are all tied up in that. I will pretty much have no money for two days after the move. After that, it will be pay day, and I can slowly start to chip away at my student loans finally. Damn those student loans.
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I kind of feel like I’m losing my relevancy as a person these days. Do you know what I mean? I feel like I don’t make any sense as a person, in society, or in this world. I feel like Zibarro. Have any of you read All Star Superman? This isn’t a cry for help, or a precursor to suicide, so no worries. I just think the whole world has gone crazy, and I wish I could walk up to the highest mountain peak and blow away like dust and start to make some sense.
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Wednesday, October 15th, 2008
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In the coming weeks I’m going to be moving into a bigger place, and my now happy and bloated bank account will once again become waif-thin. The move will bring me closer to work and the gym I go to, and also a college area where drinking and karaoke abounds (probably sex too!).
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It’s hard to believe it has already been a year in South Korea. With a year under my belt, have I learned anything? Have I become a better human being? I don’t know.
I don’t think Korea has done much to change my way of thinking. I might have learned more about the culture, learned a little more of the language, but I don’t think it has changed my core being. I think a lot of it has lost its shine on me. I have always held Korea and its people in such a high regard, but coming here has shown me an ugly side I did not really want to know about, and I’m not talking about the baby eating. There’s still a lot of good here, but there’s just as much bad to balance it out.
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The word ignorant comes to mind when I think of economics and me thinking about economics, or at least it does when my head stops hurting. Although my understanding of the current international economic crisis is muddled at best, it kind of surprised me to see the word “depression” in a lot of the articles these days. Are you serious? After that shit in the 30’s we didn’t learn anything? Do I have to jump out of a window now or something before I eat my babies? Sometimes I wonder how many people are really responsible for this kind of shit. Can you really blame the failings of an economy on a handful of people? Yeah, you probably could (if you knew what you were talking about). I wonder how bad their wallets are hurting… their wallets made out of space diamonds.
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I think I have been single too long. I have been fortunate enough to meet a lot of lovely young women lately, but none of them have made the cut, so they have been re-categorized as friends who have boobies. Is it really that hard to find an attractive young woman with some level of intelligence who doesn’t smoke or do drugs and has really cute boobs?
A few weeks ago I came to the realization that for the most part attractive girls are useless and dumb as shit. Yes, dumb blonde joke, yes, ha ha… but seriously. I don’t mean ditzy, but more along the lines of stupid useless. My rationale? Attractive girls have shit always handed to them by everyone (slack-jawed me) so they coast through life on their good looks. Sure, they probably have the potential to be intelligent, but do they ever really use it? Why the hell should they when that ass looks so good in those jeans, or those boobs are so awesome? Yeah, yeah, there’s always exceptions to the rule.
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I developed a bit of a crush on this girl at work about two months ago. After not doing anything about it for a few weeks, I asked a coworker to get some intel on her before I made a move. Turned out she was engaged to be married. That’s just awesome. Of course, this knowledge only made me want her more. Why? Because when it comes to girls I will always want what I cannot (or in this case, also should not) have. A week or two ago she came back from her honeymoon, and as a result of a haircut looks even better now. Hey, thanks God.
Why do I like girls I cannot or should not have? Hey, you out there... anyone? Hey, if you’re out there and you like me, make yourself completely unavailable to me and I’ll totally pop a boner for you.
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In case you forgot what I looked like.
.357 Magnum (95% accuracy)
Inside this building
was this painting
by this woman, I call aunt.
Not a bad way to end the entry, and I think that just about covers it.
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Thursday, September 18th, 2008
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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008
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| Subject: | mfp4073 |
| Time: | 10:24 am. |
| Mood: |  sleepy. | | Music: | The Stills - Snow in California. |
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There are some thoughts that need to be put down on paper.
But not now.
Yes, I'll tell you all about the development with the girl at work.
But the head is not clear right now, and body needs sleep.
All you need to know right now is that the skies are blue over Seoul, and that’s just weird.
Saturday I stayed out until 11 am, which is the first time I’ve ever stayed out that early.
It’s also remarkable because I drank all night with two girls I just met that night. I never want to stay out that late again.
I will, however, make an exception if there are three or more girls next time, even if it may cause a logistical problem with how many girls I can have hanging off each arm.
And then the pictures.
Work party, Friday. That’s the new hair.
Best looking guys in the office.
But that guy in the middle ain’t bad either.
Two weeks ago, after catching some DJs at Mass.
And then me, in 10 years.
Sleep tight.
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Saturday, August 16th, 2008
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| Time: | 4:31 am. |
| Music: | Ennio Morricone - Here's to You. |
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My sister came through town with the Yale alumni orchestra. I got a free concert out of it.
Naturally we hung with our brother and his daughter, this little monkey.
Other than that, it’s more or less the same.
Me and D
The roof’s on fire.
My second cousin blew through town several times. This is when I got to see her.
I’ve got a new hobby.
What do you think?
I’m hoping to have a book collecting these pictures out by the time I leave Korea.
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In short:
I am still busy with work, and then some.
I still hate work.
Monsoon season in South Korea was grossly exaggerated, or climate change has seriously fucked up weather patterns.
I sweat a lot.
I bought a Playstation 3, and played Metal Gear Solid 4, which enabled me to forget my loneliness for a week. It is also a high contender for the single greatest thing to ever happen to me in my life.
I kind of want to start writing a novel.
I have got a crush on a girl at work.
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Hi.
In June I made use of my vacation time. Instead of taking two weeks off to visit an exotic country, I went back home to Toronto to go see the folks, friends, and eat some food. I looked forward to two weeks free of work, but I soon learned that just because you’re not working doesn’t mean that you ain’t working.
The people I went home to see.
My cousin and I.
The old high school gang.
The vacation felt about two weeks too short, and I didn’t do half of the things I wanted to do, see all the people I wanted to see, and eat all the food I wanted to eat. There was just so much shit to do.
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When I came back to Seoul, it seemed like there was a lot of partying. There was a lot of walking out of clubs at sunrise, still drunk off my rocker, and feeling it in my old bones.
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One weekend, the gang here decided to go on a getaway to Busan (부산). Busan is a port city that opens to the Pacific. We decided to go kick it on the beach for the weekend.
The only picture you’ll see of me shirtless. Can you tell which one I am?
This is a surf shop which rented out boards. I woke up at 7 am to try catching some waves, but the clerk wasn’t in. Thanks for letting me wake up so early!
Half of the gang on our night out on the town. The other half was getting ice cream bars and stumbling around drunk somewhere.
Busan is famous for its fresh seafood. This shit was good.
In Korea, people travel around and rent pensions. Ours this time around was essentially a large room with a kitchen, then 4 smaller bedrooms and washrooms. Here is a picture of my friends still sleeping among garbage.
The beach.
It was fun being on a beach again. I can’t recall the last time I was on a beach. The water was ice cold, and extremely salty. The latter part might have been because my friends kept going into the water to pee.
The weekend fun was not without its price. All of us came back with sunburns. Some were
fortunate enough to only have minor burns restricted to some body parts; others, not so much. I came back burned to shit, and even considered going to the hospital. It’s been two weeks since, and parts of my body still haven’t started peeling, and are still red.
Yes, I did wear sunblock. Yes, I did reapply. In general though, chilling out under the sun for 8 hours, sunblock or no, is not a good idea. I shouldn’t have stayed out in the sun for so long, and reapplied more frequently. Learn from my mistakes people… the first week of sunburn was not pleasant.
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We had another end of term work party again just a week ago.
Not much to say.
Some people got drunk. Some people got drunker.
On the same night, my friend C flew into Seoul while touring around Southeast Asia. I’ve known C since high school.
Here he is at our work dinner. The locals already love him!
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C was only here for a weekend, so I tried to make the most of his Korea experience. I did this by taking him to a firing range.
Notice the sunburn. Also notice how badass I look with Kevlar on.
Round 1: Beretta 92FS (74% accuracy)
Round 2: H&K USP (69% accuracy)
It was my first time holding and firing a gun. It’s kind of weird holding a gun, knowing that you can be a finger squeeze away from ending someone’s life. I’m torn over guns; I’m absolutely against gun violence, but I’m all for holding guns and looking badass.
Next time I’m going to try a 357 magnum.
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Figuring I should expose C to some of Korea’s culture (a part that doesn’t involve drinking and sleeping on the street), I took him to the Seoul National Museum.
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Last dinner in Korea.
The heart of the problem.
We spent C’s last night out by the river, smoking cigars, and drinking beer, which is now becoming one of my favourite ways to spend a night in Seoul.
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I was recently promoted to supervisor at work. It’s been two weeks, and it’s been pretty hectic. It’s a little more work, a little more responsibility, but the only thing that matters is that it’s more money. The more I work, the more I realize I just don’t want to have anything to do with work, money, or society.
But that’s fine. I’ll put up with it all to get what I need, and then I can take off and live in the mountains, where I will write epic poems and tame wild beasts.
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Thursday, June 26th, 2008
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If an attractive woman, drunk out of her mind, wants to rub the crotch of my pants rigorously, I will not protest.
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I usually try to do something for my birthday, but for some reason this year I just wasn’t up to it. Maybe it’s because I’m away from home and a lot of old and close friends, but I just felt like spending the day by myself and relaxing. The good people I have surrounded myself with here would not have it.
My favourite nuna at work.
Dinner.
Good, beautiful people.
Good, beautiful dinner.
Cake at a bar.
My new t-shirt depicts an epic battle between pirates and ninjas.
Lovely ladies.
More good, beautiful people.
That’s no shot.
Good people and me.
My birthday would not be complete without a solid man hug.
Wearing our free swag.
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Now, here’s what I want from you people.
Colt single action army revolvers (x2) – I abhor gun violence, but I am not above carrying guns around for the sole purpose of looking cool. I appreciate the classic style of revolvers, and if it came down to it, 12 shots is more than enough to stop anything that moves should it try to fuck with me.
Limited Edition Playstation 3 Metal Gear Solid 4 bundle – I like video games. Unlike women, video games have never made me want to drink at night by myself, or kill people. This extremely limited overpriced bundle puts together the Playstation 3 console with what is anticipated to be one of the biggest games this year if not all time. This power couple can be likened to other awesome unions such as peanut butter and jelly, and my penis with a very attractive woman’s vagina. I can’t rationalize this superfluous purchase for myself, but maybe you can.
Whore – Similar to the over-priced Playstation 3 bundle above, I cannot rationalize paying a prostitute for sexy time due to moral, and economic reasons. I find prostitution heartbreaking and a waste of money because your slutty younger sister is giving it out for free. I wouldn’t pay money to get my dick wet, but maybe you can for me.
Flaming Electric Guitar Forged by the Gods on Mount Olympus – I’ve always wanted a flaming guitar forged by the gods on Mount Olympus. Like with most of my interests, I’ll likely play with it for a solid month, and then put it in a corner of my room where it will collect dust. The gods will not be pleased.
Honda Rebel 2008 – I never thought I’d see the day where I would want a motorcycle. Aside from being really inefficient in terms of carbon emissions, motorcycles can be extremely fucking dangerous. In spite of rational thought, I’ve been toying with the idea of getting a bike while here in Korea. They’re dirt cheap, and I figure learning how to ride will come in handy when the apocalypse hits and we’re all forced to drive through barren wastelands while leather-clad savages give chase to kill and eat us. Live fast, and die… er, hopefully of old age peacefully in my sleep.
Space diamonds – Because they’re diamonds, from motherfucking outer space.
Nuclear Doomsday Device – Although my life is pretty good these days, I find myself becoming increasingly disgusted with people and humanity as a whole. Maybe with my finger over the button I can scare humankind into getting their shit together and living with some goddamn decency and sensibility. Also, with my finger over the button I can coerce people into sending me their nubile young daughters as peace offerings. Sending their daughters will fill them with the hope that that sweet ass will keep the world from blowing up for another day (it will).
Now that you know what I want, get to it.
Or the old man gets it.
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Friday night: Hong-dae (홍대).
D, me, G, G
The non-Korean girl in the photo hails from Uzbekistan. She’s somewhat of a local celebrity here in South Korea, featured on a tv show called Minyodeuli Suda. It’s basically a talk show featuring foreign girls who are fluent in Korean talking with a host and a guest panel of male Korean celebrities. I’ve been hooked on the show since I came to Korea.
And when I mean fluent, I mean motherfucking fluent.
It’s a pretty interesting watch. The shows rotates girls hailing from all over the world on an off from week to week. There’s even a few Canadian girls on the show, respect.
Anyway, back to my life…
Bar, club, drunk, dance.
L, D, me
D’s off to work in a different country for a few months, so I spent most of the weekend chilling with him and the work gang.
Same old, same old.
If there’s one thing I fucking hate, it is coming home at daybreak.
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Saturday: Resting up and the Han River.
The river (한강) by night.
The Han river runs through Seoul. There’s several large bridges connecting both sides of the river. I’ve gone over them many times, but I never went down to the river. At night, the foundations are all lit up, and it’s quite nice to look at. A lot of people sit by the river and relax. The surrounding area has small shops where you can buy snacks and food, and there’s even a skate park I hope to take advantage of sometime soon.
Sometimes when it’s real quiet spirits come out and dance.
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Sunday: Fight, and a movie.
A coworker of ours is into MMA, and had his first amateur fight in a tournament this past Sunday. A bunch of us went out to Ilsan (remember that place?) to support him. He put up a pretty good fight, and won by decision.
Here’s us guys trying not to look so out of shape next to him.
Caught Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull. It was good, I suppose… though I thought the choice of “treasure” this time was bizarre. Also, I was a little disappointed when they killed Indy off at the end, but I must admit I did not see this coming.
Indy’s successor. Fuck Shia LaBeouf.
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Aside from that, I’m tired, and it’s getting hot and humid here already.
Oh, and I bought a PSP 3 weeks ago.
Oh, and I’m coming home in two weeks.
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