This has been the longest week in a long, long time. A long, depressing, nearly suicidally long, week. Nearly.
Sunday I was a jealous, angry drunk. I was even asked if I'm a lesbian or bi. I missed a turkey dinner, a dinner I had been looking forward to forever.
I've been thinking it's Friday since it was Tuesday. It's been a long week!
Thursday I wasn't supposed to have classes, but then I did have classes because the grade 1s and 2s weren't writing tests. It's been a long week!
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Books
I used to love reading books. I used to love reading Enid Blyton. I read The Famous 5 every single day, the entire series over and over again. One day in grade 6 (back then we called it standard 4) my Advanced English teacher told me I should start reading more advanced books. So I picked the one with the prettiest cover. Stephen King's Tommy Knockers. What a mistake!
From then on I rarely read at all. Nothing at all. I have since then enjoyed one other author: Dick Francis. His books always involves horses and sometimes murder. Other authors I have read and enjoyed since then are John Francome and Laura Hillenbrand. Yes, the books all involve horses. I guess you could say I have a thing for horses. But hey, at least I'm reading again. I went to What the Book in Itaewon recently and bought a few cheap back issue magazines, including The Horse Whisperer, by Nicholas Evans. When I saw this movie with my sister, I had absolutely loved it! So far, I enjoy the book too.
Don't tell a child she must read more advanced books. She will progress when she's good and ready to.
From then on I rarely read at all. Nothing at all. I have since then enjoyed one other author: Dick Francis. His books always involves horses and sometimes murder. Other authors I have read and enjoyed since then are John Francome and Laura Hillenbrand. Yes, the books all involve horses. I guess you could say I have a thing for horses. But hey, at least I'm reading again. I went to What the Book in Itaewon recently and bought a few cheap back issue magazines, including The Horse Whisperer, by Nicholas Evans. When I saw this movie with my sister, I had absolutely loved it! So far, I enjoy the book too.
Don't tell a child she must read more advanced books. She will progress when she's good and ready to.
Sunday, 2 January 2011
First 2011, sad, cold, awful hash weekend
The first hash weekend in 2011 sucked balls!
The New Year's party at Bless U was fun, but I ended up sleeping on a couch with a dog. A real dog. He jumped right on top of me. It was fun right up until he decided he wanted to stand up. Stand right on top of me. Ugh!
Later the next morning when I had decided I had imposed on Encyclo and Dick Gobbler enough, I went to Namdaemun, just past Seoul Station. I got a brand new 40 liter hash bag. W55 000, slightly cheaper than they go for in shops. Then I got an SMS. The Others were having pre-hash drinks in Seoul Bar, so I got on a bus and went back to Itaewon.
The Others turned out to be The Who The Fuck Is Dave, Eiffel Plow Her, NN Stevo, Shitonya, and Whiskey Business. So good, so good!
The The Hangover Hash was very good. Short and shiggy free, and speed walker friendly, hared by BOBB. I was FRB, just because I raced past Hummer and Turtle Neck Tool Time on the stairs. I also received my 25th run patch. Halfway to 50, but I still need my 5 hares with Yongsan to be a 50/5er. I have a trail ready.
Then we waited a long time for the guys from Seoul Hash to come back. Blister finally came in first, and we went in search of a place that sold meat. I wasn't hungry, but I wanted their company, instead of sitting in the bar, waiting, and waiting, and waiting some more. We went to an Indian place. Thereafter we went to Grand Ole Opry on Hooker Hill. I learned some kind of square dance. So good, so good!
I should have gone home, but I didn't want to be alone, and I didn't want to get up early and go all the way back to Seoul for the next hash at Southside. I did go home with Double Rain Ho.
When I finally found the correct exit (exit 6, I think) at Sadang Station, I was so tired. I was exhausted. I was emotional. This was supposed to be a fun hash, and I might have been a hare that day, since it was a Mystery Hare hash. But I just sat down in the snow, at the foot of a hill the others had just ran up. I knew they had just passed there because the spoor was clearly visible. It looked just like blood splatters. So I sat in the snow and cried.
When I had had enough, and thought the others would be finished already, I slowly walked back to the start. I could see they hadn't finished yet. It was evident because all was quiet, and I didn't see anyone from my vantage point round the corner, a little higher up. Blister and Turtle ran by me, the former wondering if I was OK. Of course I'm OK, what do you think?! I disappeared from the get go, and then I just stand in the middle of the road.... Everything is peachy!
Afterwards we went 2 subway stops on, to a place where I lived a few months ago for 4 months. Seoul University. We went to a buffet restaurant that had mostly meet. We had to (Korean) braai it ourselves. Probably a reason why it only costs W9 800!
Then we watched Deadliest Warrior at GI Hoe's. That was so fun!
Next weekend I'm haring. On on to better weekends!
The New Year's party at Bless U was fun, but I ended up sleeping on a couch with a dog. A real dog. He jumped right on top of me. It was fun right up until he decided he wanted to stand up. Stand right on top of me. Ugh!
Later the next morning when I had decided I had imposed on Encyclo and Dick Gobbler enough, I went to Namdaemun, just past Seoul Station. I got a brand new 40 liter hash bag. W55 000, slightly cheaper than they go for in shops. Then I got an SMS. The Others were having pre-hash drinks in Seoul Bar, so I got on a bus and went back to Itaewon.
The Others turned out to be The Who The Fuck Is Dave, Eiffel Plow Her, NN Stevo, Shitonya, and Whiskey Business. So good, so good!
The The Hangover Hash was very good. Short and shiggy free, and speed walker friendly, hared by BOBB. I was FRB, just because I raced past Hummer and Turtle Neck Tool Time on the stairs. I also received my 25th run patch. Halfway to 50, but I still need my 5 hares with Yongsan to be a 50/5er. I have a trail ready.
Then we waited a long time for the guys from Seoul Hash to come back. Blister finally came in first, and we went in search of a place that sold meat. I wasn't hungry, but I wanted their company, instead of sitting in the bar, waiting, and waiting, and waiting some more. We went to an Indian place. Thereafter we went to Grand Ole Opry on Hooker Hill. I learned some kind of square dance. So good, so good!
I should have gone home, but I didn't want to be alone, and I didn't want to get up early and go all the way back to Seoul for the next hash at Southside. I did go home with Double Rain Ho.
When I finally found the correct exit (exit 6, I think) at Sadang Station, I was so tired. I was exhausted. I was emotional. This was supposed to be a fun hash, and I might have been a hare that day, since it was a Mystery Hare hash. But I just sat down in the snow, at the foot of a hill the others had just ran up. I knew they had just passed there because the spoor was clearly visible. It looked just like blood splatters. So I sat in the snow and cried.
When I had had enough, and thought the others would be finished already, I slowly walked back to the start. I could see they hadn't finished yet. It was evident because all was quiet, and I didn't see anyone from my vantage point round the corner, a little higher up. Blister and Turtle ran by me, the former wondering if I was OK. Of course I'm OK, what do you think?! I disappeared from the get go, and then I just stand in the middle of the road.... Everything is peachy!
Afterwards we went 2 subway stops on, to a place where I lived a few months ago for 4 months. Seoul University. We went to a buffet restaurant that had mostly meet. We had to (Korean) braai it ourselves. Probably a reason why it only costs W9 800!
Then we watched Deadliest Warrior at GI Hoe's. That was so fun!
Next weekend I'm haring. On on to better weekends!
Friday, 31 December 2010
Sleepless not far from Seoul
I had to check a family member into a plane. Online. I was told that I should set my alarm for 2:30 Korea time. So I did. Then the airline website told me I am only allowed to check in 2 days before take off..... Now why didn't I finish looking for Singapore's time zone earlier today! I had to reset the alarm for 3:30.
Now I am not a happy camper. Tomorrow (or tonight, rather) I'm going to be awake all day long celebrating the New Year with my hashing friends. Saturday I'm going to go to a Hangover Hash. Sunday I'm going to go to another hash. I will have no time to sleep until Monday night. I haven't slept for the past 3 nights (I had to check the same family member into a different flight from China to Singapore a few days ago, and the other nights I've been plagued with a sore diaphragm............diaphragm, I tell you!), so I am probably going to be sleeping promptly after work at 12:30 on Monday.
Good night, all!
Now I am not a happy camper. Tomorrow (or tonight, rather) I'm going to be awake all day long celebrating the New Year with my hashing friends. Saturday I'm going to go to a Hangover Hash. Sunday I'm going to go to another hash. I will have no time to sleep until Monday night. I haven't slept for the past 3 nights (I had to check the same family member into a different flight from China to Singapore a few days ago, and the other nights I've been plagued with a sore diaphragm............diaphragm, I tell you!), so I am probably going to be sleeping promptly after work at 12:30 on Monday.
Good night, all!
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Epic Fail
A few months ago, on my way to the dentist in Hannam dong, I saw some nice gum boots for W10 000 (R60). And they would have fit my big size 9 feet. But did I buy them right there and then? Of course not! Do I ever? No! I always look around for cheaper options. So today I wanted to buy a pair, and some W10 000 sunglasses. When I finally got to Hannam Station (after sitting on a bus for half an hour and a subway for just as long), the shop appeared to have converted into a coffee shop. Fail number 1.
So I got on a bus to Itaewon.
I got a corduroy jacket for W10 000 and a kind of classy coat for W30 000. I thought I had gotten a good deal. Then I passed other shops that sold better looking coats for the same price! Fail number 2.
2 years ago I entered a 'big size' shop, only to find the shoes were in the W100 000 to W600 000 price range. I left and never returned to any shop in Itaewon. Until tonight. I decided I'd ask the sales assistant if they really meant for all the shoes to be on a 50% or 80% (and later i found out that the shoes downstairs are being sold at a 90% discount) mark down. Indeed it really meant that I would be paying only 20% for most of the shoes. And they fit! Amazing! I bought 2 pairs. Only because I was under the impression that I didn't have my bank card with me. After I bought 2 pairs of shoes and went up the steep, steep stairs. I saw some nice socks being sold by the roadside, and the lady insisted that i check my backpack to see if I don't have more cash so I can buy some socks. And there was a few W10 000 notes in my bag. And there was my bank card. Fail number 3.
On my way home, I bought a bottle of Coke. I spent a good half hour trying to open the damn thing. So there I sat on the subway, tired and thirsty, with painful hands. Only once I got out the subway station where a bus was waiting for me, did I manage to pry the thing open. Fail number 4.
What a night!
So I got on a bus to Itaewon.
I got a corduroy jacket for W10 000 and a kind of classy coat for W30 000. I thought I had gotten a good deal. Then I passed other shops that sold better looking coats for the same price! Fail number 2.
2 years ago I entered a 'big size' shop, only to find the shoes were in the W100 000 to W600 000 price range. I left and never returned to any shop in Itaewon. Until tonight. I decided I'd ask the sales assistant if they really meant for all the shoes to be on a 50% or 80% (and later i found out that the shoes downstairs are being sold at a 90% discount) mark down. Indeed it really meant that I would be paying only 20% for most of the shoes. And they fit! Amazing! I bought 2 pairs. Only because I was under the impression that I didn't have my bank card with me. After I bought 2 pairs of shoes and went up the steep, steep stairs. I saw some nice socks being sold by the roadside, and the lady insisted that i check my backpack to see if I don't have more cash so I can buy some socks. And there was a few W10 000 notes in my bag. And there was my bank card. Fail number 3.
On my way home, I bought a bottle of Coke. I spent a good half hour trying to open the damn thing. So there I sat on the subway, tired and thirsty, with painful hands. Only once I got out the subway station where a bus was waiting for me, did I manage to pry the thing open. Fail number 4.
What a night!
Trail scouting
Since I am nearly at my 50th hash at YKH3, I thought it a good idea to start haring for them. So far I have hared twice for Southside.
I scouted trail yesterday. It was a little too long for my liking, so I'm thinking of just plain taking out half of it. But which half? This trail will be hashed on 8 January. The first hash in the New Year, after the Hangover Hash by the GF.
I already have another trail ready for Southside, but I don't know when I'll be haring it. That one is real nice, but I don't know if it's doable in the snow. I will have to check first. Otherwise I'll leave it till Spring.
On-On to more haring in 2011!
I scouted trail yesterday. It was a little too long for my liking, so I'm thinking of just plain taking out half of it. But which half? This trail will be hashed on 8 January. The first hash in the New Year, after the Hangover Hash by the GF.
I already have another trail ready for Southside, but I don't know when I'll be haring it. That one is real nice, but I don't know if it's doable in the snow. I will have to check first. Otherwise I'll leave it till Spring.
On-On to more haring in 2011!
At the racecourse on Boxing Day 2010
I had spent the past 3 weeks with a visitor. Don't get me wrong, I love having company, but this company was of the motherly nagging kind.
So you can imagine my mixed feelings of relief and guilt to see her off at the airport. Relief for the nagging to stop and being free again. Guilt for feeling relieved, and for rushing to my first hash in nearly a month.
Apart from mismanagement, I was probably the most regular hasher on the peninsula. At a select few H3 kennels anyway. So I was happy to be back at my playground.
Hashing in brand new tekkies (running shoes) may be penalized (or rewarded) by filling them with beer, and drinking said beer out of them. At Southside (Southsiiide!) they tend to be more lenient. I would not have enjoyed drinking out of them, seeing as we ran right across the sand of a horse racecourse, and through thorns and leaves and God knows what else.
I was the only female runner on that hash. I ran with Dick Gobbler. A big black dog. Not very easy going up or down 70 degree slopes with a dog in hand. A dog that wants to be right in front. Corndog, BOA, The Who the F is Dave, Mister Blister, NrNr, and myself had a fun time climbing over (or crawling under) fences (including those made of barbed wire) and ducking under racecourse crash railings. What a lot of fun we had carrying Dick Gobbler over the fences!
The On-After was in Songtan, and it would have taken us just about 90 minutes to get there. We dropped Dick Gobbler off in Itaewon, then I took a nap with Dick Whisperer and Soju Sonata in A-Minor on the backseat of Turtle's rental car. I woke up an hour later, wondering why Turtle and Encyclopedia Lesbionica were talking so much in the front. I looked out the window and saw we had just passed Ichon Station. In the hour that I was asleep, we had gone in a complete circle. From Itaewon to Yeouido, where I was last awake, and back to Ichon. We arrived, after many SMSes from The Who, in Songtan about 3 or 4 hours after circle had finished.
On-On to my first hash in 2011!
So you can imagine my mixed feelings of relief and guilt to see her off at the airport. Relief for the nagging to stop and being free again. Guilt for feeling relieved, and for rushing to my first hash in nearly a month.
Apart from mismanagement, I was probably the most regular hasher on the peninsula. At a select few H3 kennels anyway. So I was happy to be back at my playground.
Hashing in brand new tekkies (running shoes) may be penalized (or rewarded) by filling them with beer, and drinking said beer out of them. At Southside (Southsiiide!) they tend to be more lenient. I would not have enjoyed drinking out of them, seeing as we ran right across the sand of a horse racecourse, and through thorns and leaves and God knows what else.
I was the only female runner on that hash. I ran with Dick Gobbler. A big black dog. Not very easy going up or down 70 degree slopes with a dog in hand. A dog that wants to be right in front. Corndog, BOA, The Who the F is Dave, Mister Blister, NrNr, and myself had a fun time climbing over (or crawling under) fences (including those made of barbed wire) and ducking under racecourse crash railings. What a lot of fun we had carrying Dick Gobbler over the fences!
The On-After was in Songtan, and it would have taken us just about 90 minutes to get there. We dropped Dick Gobbler off in Itaewon, then I took a nap with Dick Whisperer and Soju Sonata in A-Minor on the backseat of Turtle's rental car. I woke up an hour later, wondering why Turtle and Encyclopedia Lesbionica were talking so much in the front. I looked out the window and saw we had just passed Ichon Station. In the hour that I was asleep, we had gone in a complete circle. From Itaewon to Yeouido, where I was last awake, and back to Ichon. We arrived, after many SMSes from The Who, in Songtan about 3 or 4 hours after circle had finished.
On-On to my first hash in 2011!
Monday, 27 December 2010
Oh, the pain in my leg!
I couldn't walk. The pain was too much. Every time my foot touched the floor I felt a fresh wave of pain stream through my leg. Every time I picked my foot up from the floor, I felt it again.
The day before I was on my bicycle for a few hours. My brother, dad, and I were riding The Fast One, a 102km bicycle race through the streets of Johannesburg. I was straddling my bicycle while waiting at the starting line. I felt the most incredible pain I've ever felt. My brother, bumped into me and my Flanders frame hit my pubic bone with a bang. It was no fun at all, but I had no pain down there during the 4 or 5 hours in the saddle -it must have numbed me.
I had smothered my skin in SPF 50 sunscreen, but I obviously missed a spot. It was evident from the intense pain I felt on that Monday morning. My left calf was a deeper red than the colour of my hair.
3 Months later it still hadn't completely returned to its normal shade of freckly white. (My doctor had told me once that I must have had a 3rd degree burn.) My first time on my brand new 125cc scooter. I couldn't turn in time to miss the block of concrete in the middle of the parking lot. My brand new scooter didn't suffer a scratch. My shoelaces on my Sauconys, however, got frayed, and my left leg got abrasions, right where it got sunburned 3 months ago.
The day before I was on my bicycle for a few hours. My brother, dad, and I were riding The Fast One, a 102km bicycle race through the streets of Johannesburg. I was straddling my bicycle while waiting at the starting line. I felt the most incredible pain I've ever felt. My brother, bumped into me and my Flanders frame hit my pubic bone with a bang. It was no fun at all, but I had no pain down there during the 4 or 5 hours in the saddle -it must have numbed me.
I had smothered my skin in SPF 50 sunscreen, but I obviously missed a spot. It was evident from the intense pain I felt on that Monday morning. My left calf was a deeper red than the colour of my hair.
3 Months later it still hadn't completely returned to its normal shade of freckly white. (My doctor had told me once that I must have had a 3rd degree burn.) My first time on my brand new 125cc scooter. I couldn't turn in time to miss the block of concrete in the middle of the parking lot. My brand new scooter didn't suffer a scratch. My shoelaces on my Sauconys, however, got frayed, and my left leg got abrasions, right where it got sunburned 3 months ago.
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Run to Work Day
So there I was (no shit mother fucker, tell us about it!) south of the Han. I always wanted to see how long it would take me to get to work if I ran. So I ran right out my apartment until I got to the river stream. I ran under the highway until I couldn't run any longer. I ran and ran and ran. I ran right past my office. I carried on running all the way until I ran out of place to run. I ran all the way to Sindorim Station. That's 2 whole subway stops past my office. That took 40 minutes. Then I turned around, and ran all the way back again.
Living in Korea: The Good, The Bad, and the GD Ugly
Only in Korea will one find old people walking around, pushing their own wheel chairs. Old Korean folk like to drive automatic wheelchars even though they aren't disabled. They even deck the wheelchairs out in all kinds of stuff.
All the Small Things
Hey God, I'm just a dot in this world, have You forgot about me?
All of us, we are all but flickering lights.
We flicker on off, on off.
One day we are here, the next gone.
How does one express how one feels sometimes? My heart sometimes overflows with things I want to tell people. I am so grateful to some people sometimes, but how am I supposed to show it? I really wish I could. Small things make me love people. Small things also make me hate people. I don't like sharing people I like. I don't want them to fondle or cuddle with others. I get jealous easily and I feel unappreciated often. One little SMS can make my day. Just a "hello, are you okay?"
All of us, we are all but flickering lights.
We flicker on off, on off.
One day we are here, the next gone.
How does one express how one feels sometimes? My heart sometimes overflows with things I want to tell people. I am so grateful to some people sometimes, but how am I supposed to show it? I really wish I could. Small things make me love people. Small things also make me hate people. I don't like sharing people I like. I don't want them to fondle or cuddle with others. I get jealous easily and I feel unappreciated often. One little SMS can make my day. Just a "hello, are you okay?"
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
Thanksgiving 2010
I was invited to a Thanksgiving dinner at GI Ho's place. I wasn't sure about the whole procedure involved, so I wrote a note on the way there just in case:
I am thankful for my hasher friends. In particular:
Dungeon Daddy, for making me come to YKH3 in 2009 and again to S2H3 in 2010, and for the compliment.
Count Crankula, for helping me down the cliff at my virgin S2H3 at 3's Company's.
Shitonya, for bearing with me on my epic S2H3 virgin hash, instead of running away.
Timber Balls, for moving my shit to my new apartment and caring about my mortality.
Bloody Bush Diver, for helping me over fences and down river embankments.
Encyclodyke, for just talking.
Turtle, for talking back to me.
Sparta Kicks, for letting me pet Cooper and giving me a ride to Itaewon from the 38th Parallel Hash.
Jefe, for making me laugh and for everything else.
Eiffel, for watching out for me.
Mister Blister, for teasing me because of my nationality.
Bootylicious, for giving me some good advice.
Hammer, for making good food, and for everything else.
Highly Strung, for nearly giving me her old job, and for everything else.
What Wouldn't Debbie Do, for just listening.
Dick Whisperer, for thinking it's funny having an asthmatic orgasm.
Soju Sonata in A Minor, for trying to talk sense into me.
TKO, for using me just because I don't have a (real) penis.
Dodic, for the ball.
Countess, for the couch.
Thanx4Nothing, for the floor.
Desperately Seeking Dick, for the (salty) whistle.
[And most recently, 3 Man, for nearly nominating me as GF.]
Everyone else who has given me something in some form or another.
I am thankful for my hasher friends. In particular:
Dungeon Daddy, for making me come to YKH3 in 2009 and again to S2H3 in 2010, and for the compliment.
Count Crankula, for helping me down the cliff at my virgin S2H3 at 3's Company's.
Shitonya, for bearing with me on my epic S2H3 virgin hash, instead of running away.
Timber Balls, for moving my shit to my new apartment and caring about my mortality.
Bloody Bush Diver, for helping me over fences and down river embankments.
Encyclodyke, for just talking.
Turtle, for talking back to me.
Sparta Kicks, for letting me pet Cooper and giving me a ride to Itaewon from the 38th Parallel Hash.
Jefe, for making me laugh and for everything else.
Eiffel, for watching out for me.
Mister Blister, for teasing me because of my nationality.
Bootylicious, for giving me some good advice.
Hammer, for making good food, and for everything else.
Highly Strung, for nearly giving me her old job, and for everything else.
What Wouldn't Debbie Do, for just listening.
Dick Whisperer, for thinking it's funny having an asthmatic orgasm.
Soju Sonata in A Minor, for trying to talk sense into me.
TKO, for using me just because I don't have a (real) penis.
Dodic, for the ball.
Countess, for the couch.
Thanx4Nothing, for the floor.
Desperately Seeking Dick, for the (salty) whistle.
[And most recently, 3 Man, for nearly nominating me as GF.]
Everyone else who has given me something in some form or another.
Monday, 20 December 2010
A few (old) diary entries
I wrote a few diary entries. I reread them and will now paraphrase myself.
8 September 2010, 12:45
Dear Whoever
I want to die. Dead people don't have to worry about anything. They also don't have to hope for anything. That would be nice, not having to worry about or hope for anything.
There's a stupid wedding. I don't want to go. But some things you have to do. Like when my ex colleague bullies me into going to drink/party/hangout with her in the CBD in the middle of the day. A Tuesday. I love Hana. My best friend. Hana is nice. She always gets me out of the house. Keeps me company when I am depressed. She thinks depressed people shouldn't be alone. I would like to agree with her, however, I don't really like being around people when I am depressed. People make me more depressed. Tomorrow probably I will feel better again.
I remember how I felt when Mike died. I didn't go to say goodbye. I felt awful all day. I didn't want to go to the hospital because I didn't know what I was going to see there. I wanted to go because I knew I'd never see him again. Now I feel awful for not knowing if I should go to Kay's wedding or not. Aaah! Cancer and weddings really shouldn't be compared with each other!
I have to pack. I have to throw my shit away. I have to move. I have to find a job. I have to ask Dad to get my documents for me. I have to find out if I actually need the documents. I guess it would be best if I move in with Hammer and Highly Strung. They did invite me. Then I save money and more importantly then I am with someone. Maybe I need to be with someone. But I am going to miss Seoul. But I may be happier in Jeonju. But I don't know how to make tea the way they drink it. I won't be of any use to them since I can't cook to save my life. I have absolutely nothing to give them in return.
There is a problem if you are "brutally honest". Nooo! described me as being brutally honest. I should learn to shut up. Being direct can only be a bad thing.
So I have learned to go running/gymming/drinking when I am depressed. I have lost quite some weight, and met wonderful friends. How I love my friends!
I am sad. "Come with me to the hashes. Let's go drinking. Let's go clubbing. Let's go out for dinner." But Hana is always busy drinking over the weekends. With her friends. Or she's sleeping. Alone, just sleeping. She doesn't want to come hash with me. She doesn't want to do anything with me if I'm the one asking. ㅠㅠ
ㅠㅠ Timberballs gave my sunglasses to some other girl. Fuck. They were aviators. They didn't actually fit, but they were my favourites. I'll just get other ones. That fit.
8 September 2010, 21:00
Headed for Noksapyeong. Phillies' Quiz Night. I shouldn't have come. I have no idea where it is. I heard about it from 33 & 2/3 Below. There's a Bible Expo in Korea. What is that? [Our team was runners up. We won beer!]
10 September 2010, 17:15
Shit, I should have taken the subway to Yongsan Station to get a train to NQR, Pyeongtaek. Now I'm on a bus going nowhere very slowly... I showed up at Yongsan a whole hour too early. I'm losing my mind! All this sitting around jobless is not helping!
I ran with Rumours & Bullshit. Then I walked with Steven and Kailen. Lucky Pierre said I have lost weight. I've probalby lost 1 or 2kg since we met at Nut 'n Bone's birthday party on 21 August.
I have decided I will be the smart one. I will not fight over a man that doesn't want me. He wants some other girl who already has another boyfriend. I want someone who wants me. But first...
At the on-after I drank way too much. I drank like a fish. Nooo! told me that Bedroom Buccaneer had left her boyfriend to be with him. I was very angry, so I beat Nooo! up. GI Ho or someone carried me out. The next morning I had a cut across the bridge of my nose, a bruise on my forehead and knee, and a sore shoulder and knuckles. If I remember correctly, Nooo! had at least a cut lip, black eye, scratches on his neck, and he may have had sore balls.
11 September 2010, 14:07
Oh shit! I missed the bus to Songtan with one minute. I'm on my way to the OBH3 in Osan.... :D
Yesterday was interesting. The airmen and -women paraded around the Osan Airbase. I played cards with Count Crankula and Thai Cheese. Rumours & Bullshit got named today. Some pretty girl got named What Wouldn't Debbie Do (I volunteered this name after someone said What Wwould Debbie Do).
Nooo! and I looked on while some strange guy seranaded to BB with his guitar.
12 September 2010, 17:00
I went to Southside, somewhere by the river. I didn't feel well at all this morning and I wasn't going to run, but I changed my mind. I ran most of the way, and it was quite fun. There was some Korean/Chinese virgin there, and another ginger named Rachel or Facial. I grabbed the Korean's boob in the Wolfhound. She told me "I'm expensive!" She also told all of us how much she hates Americans (or was that foreigners in general?) and that she's only there out of her "generosity". Pump Friction went all loopy after that. It was fun to watch. I'm sure 3Man had a good time, he sat in between me and her.
15 September 2010, 11:00
I went to a job interview in Hanam City, Gyeonggido Province. The principal's coffee table looked like a coffin. It had flowers under the glass table top. I got the job.
I miss Mister Blister. He's on vacation in America.
26 September 2010, 14:00
On my way back from the Jeonju H4 Vicars & Tarts Hash. It was fun, I met nice people there. I have missed my first S2H3 hash.
13 October 2010, 19:00
On my way to Nash Hash #6, Changsin Station, line 6, exit 1. Timber's taxi took him elsewhere, maybe Chongsin. Shame.
Yesterday at Delta Hash in Bless U, Sherpa told me "nobody likes you". I didn't appreciate that comment, so I just went on a normal solo run. I ran all the way up to Namsan Tower's gate, down some stairs and back up again, and all the way back to Itaewon. When I got back I didn't want to go into the bar, so I waited outside for circle to finish, but Sparta and Dick Gobbler dragged me up the stairs. Then I went to get my cycling shirts from Ate Ball. He and Fore Ball had borrowed them a while ago, and I really wanted them back before they left for Qatar and the US.
I really wasn't sure what to do after the little 'niksnits' said those mean things to me. Should I never go back to the hashes? Should I just ignore the little twit? Some time later, a fellow hasher gave me the answer. Thanks TB.
14 October 2010
The miners in Chile are out! All 33 of them.
17 October 2010, 17:20
On my way to Japan. I went to every single one of the Nash Hashes. I just came from the last one. The Beer Mile I'm missing, but it doesn't count, so that's OK.
Hong Kong Dong Wrong's Oakleys are nice!
17 October 2010, 20:20
On my way back to Korea. I need a visa to go to Japan. So now they are mailing me back to where I came from. [I don't think effing Hana Tour has paid me back half my ticket yet. It's already 21 December.]
I didn't like the airport at Osaka. There was a yellow line that told me to STOP, and the immigration booths were all caged up. The little room I had to wait in with some Indian guy was cold and hospital-like.
8 September 2010, 12:45
Dear Whoever
I want to die. Dead people don't have to worry about anything. They also don't have to hope for anything. That would be nice, not having to worry about or hope for anything.
There's a stupid wedding. I don't want to go. But some things you have to do. Like when my ex colleague bullies me into going to drink/party/hangout with her in the CBD in the middle of the day. A Tuesday. I love Hana. My best friend. Hana is nice. She always gets me out of the house. Keeps me company when I am depressed. She thinks depressed people shouldn't be alone. I would like to agree with her, however, I don't really like being around people when I am depressed. People make me more depressed. Tomorrow probably I will feel better again.
I remember how I felt when Mike died. I didn't go to say goodbye. I felt awful all day. I didn't want to go to the hospital because I didn't know what I was going to see there. I wanted to go because I knew I'd never see him again. Now I feel awful for not knowing if I should go to Kay's wedding or not. Aaah! Cancer and weddings really shouldn't be compared with each other!
I have to pack. I have to throw my shit away. I have to move. I have to find a job. I have to ask Dad to get my documents for me. I have to find out if I actually need the documents. I guess it would be best if I move in with Hammer and Highly Strung. They did invite me. Then I save money and more importantly then I am with someone. Maybe I need to be with someone. But I am going to miss Seoul. But I may be happier in Jeonju. But I don't know how to make tea the way they drink it. I won't be of any use to them since I can't cook to save my life. I have absolutely nothing to give them in return.
There is a problem if you are "brutally honest". Nooo! described me as being brutally honest. I should learn to shut up. Being direct can only be a bad thing.
So I have learned to go running/gymming/drinking when I am depressed. I have lost quite some weight, and met wonderful friends. How I love my friends!
I am sad. "Come with me to the hashes. Let's go drinking. Let's go clubbing. Let's go out for dinner." But Hana is always busy drinking over the weekends. With her friends. Or she's sleeping. Alone, just sleeping. She doesn't want to come hash with me. She doesn't want to do anything with me if I'm the one asking. ㅠㅠ
ㅠㅠ Timberballs gave my sunglasses to some other girl. Fuck. They were aviators. They didn't actually fit, but they were my favourites. I'll just get other ones. That fit.
8 September 2010, 21:00
Headed for Noksapyeong. Phillies' Quiz Night. I shouldn't have come. I have no idea where it is. I heard about it from 33 & 2/3 Below. There's a Bible Expo in Korea. What is that? [Our team was runners up. We won beer!]
10 September 2010, 17:15
Shit, I should have taken the subway to Yongsan Station to get a train to NQR, Pyeongtaek. Now I'm on a bus going nowhere very slowly... I showed up at Yongsan a whole hour too early. I'm losing my mind! All this sitting around jobless is not helping!
I ran with Rumours & Bullshit. Then I walked with Steven and Kailen. Lucky Pierre said I have lost weight. I've probalby lost 1 or 2kg since we met at Nut 'n Bone's birthday party on 21 August.
I have decided I will be the smart one. I will not fight over a man that doesn't want me. He wants some other girl who already has another boyfriend. I want someone who wants me. But first...
At the on-after I drank way too much. I drank like a fish. Nooo! told me that Bedroom Buccaneer had left her boyfriend to be with him. I was very angry, so I beat Nooo! up. GI Ho or someone carried me out. The next morning I had a cut across the bridge of my nose, a bruise on my forehead and knee, and a sore shoulder and knuckles. If I remember correctly, Nooo! had at least a cut lip, black eye, scratches on his neck, and he may have had sore balls.
11 September 2010, 14:07
Oh shit! I missed the bus to Songtan with one minute. I'm on my way to the OBH3 in Osan.... :D
Yesterday was interesting. The airmen and -women paraded around the Osan Airbase. I played cards with Count Crankula and Thai Cheese. Rumours & Bullshit got named today. Some pretty girl got named What Wouldn't Debbie Do (I volunteered this name after someone said What Wwould Debbie Do).
Nooo! and I looked on while some strange guy seranaded to BB with his guitar.
12 September 2010, 17:00
I went to Southside, somewhere by the river. I didn't feel well at all this morning and I wasn't going to run, but I changed my mind. I ran most of the way, and it was quite fun. There was some Korean/Chinese virgin there, and another ginger named Rachel or Facial. I grabbed the Korean's boob in the Wolfhound. She told me "I'm expensive!" She also told all of us how much she hates Americans (or was that foreigners in general?) and that she's only there out of her "generosity". Pump Friction went all loopy after that. It was fun to watch. I'm sure 3Man had a good time, he sat in between me and her.
15 September 2010, 11:00
I went to a job interview in Hanam City, Gyeonggido Province. The principal's coffee table looked like a coffin. It had flowers under the glass table top. I got the job.
I miss Mister Blister. He's on vacation in America.
26 September 2010, 14:00
On my way back from the Jeonju H4 Vicars & Tarts Hash. It was fun, I met nice people there. I have missed my first S2H3 hash.
13 October 2010, 19:00
On my way to Nash Hash #6, Changsin Station, line 6, exit 1. Timber's taxi took him elsewhere, maybe Chongsin. Shame.
Yesterday at Delta Hash in Bless U, Sherpa told me "nobody likes you". I didn't appreciate that comment, so I just went on a normal solo run. I ran all the way up to Namsan Tower's gate, down some stairs and back up again, and all the way back to Itaewon. When I got back I didn't want to go into the bar, so I waited outside for circle to finish, but Sparta and Dick Gobbler dragged me up the stairs. Then I went to get my cycling shirts from Ate Ball. He and Fore Ball had borrowed them a while ago, and I really wanted them back before they left for Qatar and the US.
I really wasn't sure what to do after the little 'niksnits' said those mean things to me. Should I never go back to the hashes? Should I just ignore the little twit? Some time later, a fellow hasher gave me the answer. Thanks TB.
14 October 2010
The miners in Chile are out! All 33 of them.
17 October 2010, 17:20
On my way to Japan. I went to every single one of the Nash Hashes. I just came from the last one. The Beer Mile I'm missing, but it doesn't count, so that's OK.
Hong Kong Dong Wrong's Oakleys are nice!
17 October 2010, 20:20
On my way back to Korea. I need a visa to go to Japan. So now they are mailing me back to where I came from. [I don't think effing Hana Tour has paid me back half my ticket yet. It's already 21 December.]
I didn't like the airport at Osaka. There was a yellow line that told me to STOP, and the immigration booths were all caged up. The little room I had to wait in with some Indian guy was cold and hospital-like.
Let's try again
It's almost a new year. Let me try this blog thing one more time. New name, new posts to follow.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Bottle
There's a bottle of gherkins sitting next to my TV. It's been a week now and I still can't open the damn thing!
Poker Face
I'll get him hard show him what I've got!
No he can't read my poker face!
Pop pop pop poker face!
Pop pop poker face!
Lady GaGa isn't as pretty as I thought she was. She is so ugly on the new video 'Video Phone'!
No he can't read my poker face!
Pop pop pop poker face!
Pop pop poker face!
Lady GaGa isn't as pretty as I thought she was. She is so ugly on the new video 'Video Phone'!
Jonty Rhodes
This legendary cricket player has so many nice shots only good cameras can capture. I would post the famous shot of him diving like Superman in the 1992 World Cup, but I don't know how to do that. Give me a while and I'll figure that out! I'm still new here, that's a good enough excuse.
Cake 'n chopsticks
Only in Korea would you find 10 people crowded around a fruit cake with awful icing eating with chopsticks.
Goodbye, hello snow
16 November a year ago was the day I said goodbye. And 2 days later while I was on the phone, I got my first snow.
Supposedly today, 19 November 2009, it will snow.
Supposedly today, 19 November 2009, it will snow.
What to do...?
So I can apply to KLM's flight school.
Or I can get a financial job in a bank or somewhere at home or anywhere in the world.
Or I can maybe start a RWFL branch somewhere in the world.
Or I can get a public school job in this country just because my bf will be all alone here if I go away.
Or I can get an ESL job anywhere else in the world.
Or I can get a financial job in a bank or somewhere at home or anywhere in the world.
Or I can maybe start a RWFL branch somewhere in the world.
Or I can get a public school job in this country just because my bf will be all alone here if I go away.
Or I can get an ESL job anywhere else in the world.
Breakfast
I have attempted to prepare breakfast from scratch for a week now. Once I forgot to beat the eggs when I decided to make scrambled eggs, but today's batch came out pretty well.
I hate blogs!
WTF, I have created a blog once before, and posted a few entries, and now I can't access it at all. WTF, now I have to start from scratch. I told you I hate blogs!
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