It's 5:55 am and I'm not in bed. I haven't been to bed and I don't want to go. Why go to bed when bed means that next thing you know you'll be a day older and that means another day wasted. I live in fear of tomorrow and the accumulation of all my tomorrows and tha old age and the waste and the failure that it'll bring.
The time doesn't stop- I know that but if I can just stay awake, then I might make the magical step. The step to the place where I get things done and things make sense and I make sense, to me, to other people.
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For those of you who may have been wondering how I've been
For those of you who couldn't give a rat's rear-end, why are you still reading?
Okay, it seems that etiquette requires me to provide at least semi-frequent updates to my nearest and dearest. May I just apologise for the fact that, up until now, said requirement has remained unfulfilled.
How best to go about it though? Well, as I'm not feeling overly inspired at 11:15 this rainy Saturday morning after the Friday night before, you'll have to settle for the tired format of 'What's Hot and What's Not'.
1. Hot: My musical washing machine- does exactly what it says on the tin. Yes, my toploading Daewoo labelled, as it is, in a language as yet unconquered by me is thoughtful enough to provide me with musical accompaniment as I press buttons here, there and everywhere trying to find the combination that'll give me the required 40 degrees.
Not: My mouldy bedroom wall.
2. Hot: The surrounding scenery. It'll certainly take more than my words to do it justice so just Google Seoraksan (sp?) for images and feel envious!
Not: In terms of beauty, Sokcho seemingly has little to offer beyond that gifted to it by nature. I may have missed something but the overall theme of the architecture seems to be 'Ugly'.
3. Hot: Some of the kids: so adorable it hurts.
Not: The other kids: Grrrr! I shall say no more.
4. Hot: Kimbap (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimbap) Surely the ultimate fast food.
Not: Sitting cross-legged on the floor for dinner when I go out. My legs haven't experienced that position since I was 11 years old and at primary school! Sixteen years of accumulated inflexibility cannot be undone overnight. The table is probably a foot off the ground and fitting my chunky, long legs thereunder is a pain that requires some serious pleasure to counterbalance it. Luckily, Korean food does the trick!
5. Hot: Being stared at and being secure in the knowledge it's not because I have toothpaste on my face or because my flies are undone. No it's just because I'm a freaky foreigner!
Not: Being stared at. Yesterday, I picked up my ID card, which, naturally enough, is in Korean. I suspect that this Korean says something along the lines of, "Beware! Foolish foreigner, whom we lured here under the false pretense of employing him as a teacher. Idiot! He's really here to satisfy our collective desire to gawp at strange beasts as they walk among us."
6. Hot: Shop opening hours. Everything seems to be open all the time.
Not: Lack of deodorant. I was forewarned about this but shrugged it off as some kind of exaggeration. Well, my spray ran out some time last week and I've been Stinky McStinky ever since. The stuff just can't be found! It seems that Koreans, much like dogs, do not sweat. Unlike dogs however, they do not lie on their sides panting heavily to stay cool so only God knows how they do it.
E Basta.
Okay, it seems that etiquette requires me to provide at least semi-frequent updates to my nearest and dearest. May I just apologise for the fact that, up until now, said requirement has remained unfulfilled.
How best to go about it though? Well, as I'm not feeling overly inspired at 11:15 this rainy Saturday morning after the Friday night before, you'll have to settle for the tired format of 'What's Hot and What's Not'.
1. Hot: My musical washing machine- does exactly what it says on the tin. Yes, my toploading Daewoo labelled, as it is, in a language as yet unconquered by me is thoughtful enough to provide me with musical accompaniment as I press buttons here, there and everywhere trying to find the combination that'll give me the required 40 degrees.
Not: My mouldy bedroom wall.
2. Hot: The surrounding scenery. It'll certainly take more than my words to do it justice so just Google Seoraksan (sp?) for images and feel envious!
Not: In terms of beauty, Sokcho seemingly has little to offer beyond that gifted to it by nature. I may have missed something but the overall theme of the architecture seems to be 'Ugly'.
3. Hot: Some of the kids: so adorable it hurts.
Not: The other kids: Grrrr! I shall say no more.
4. Hot: Kimbap (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimbap) Surely the ultimate fast food.
Not: Sitting cross-legged on the floor for dinner when I go out. My legs haven't experienced that position since I was 11 years old and at primary school! Sixteen years of accumulated inflexibility cannot be undone overnight. The table is probably a foot off the ground and fitting my chunky, long legs thereunder is a pain that requires some serious pleasure to counterbalance it. Luckily, Korean food does the trick!
5. Hot: Being stared at and being secure in the knowledge it's not because I have toothpaste on my face or because my flies are undone. No it's just because I'm a freaky foreigner!
Not: Being stared at. Yesterday, I picked up my ID card, which, naturally enough, is in Korean. I suspect that this Korean says something along the lines of, "Beware! Foolish foreigner, whom we lured here under the false pretense of employing him as a teacher. Idiot! He's really here to satisfy our collective desire to gawp at strange beasts as they walk among us."
6. Hot: Shop opening hours. Everything seems to be open all the time.
Not: Lack of deodorant. I was forewarned about this but shrugged it off as some kind of exaggeration. Well, my spray ran out some time last week and I've been Stinky McStinky ever since. The stuff just can't be found! It seems that Koreans, much like dogs, do not sweat. Unlike dogs however, they do not lie on their sides panting heavily to stay cool so only God knows how they do it.
E Basta.
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