Monthly Archives: November 2010

Icky Icky Slimy

view from my studio window

you knew it’s coming. inevitably. yeah, mucus everywhere..bwahahahahaha *cough*

i mean, seriously?just last week i thought I’d had sinusitis.

my body works in a weird way. when i forced it to go out, everything was forgotten. this rotten body just forgot that it was battling some rambling disease. oh no your highness, please let yourself out, i know you need it. it’s ok, cos everything will be POSTPONED.

now it’s not that cold yet, i mean, yeah cold enough to keep me stay in the warmth of ondol, but not that deadly cold i’m pretty sure we’ll encounter in the near future. but i can hardly breath even inside the room, under the duvet, with socks on. i have to breath thru my mouth, so now you can imagine this: me spewing magical words on this amazing blog typing seriously while opening my mouth to keep the oxygen flows to my brain and sipping cold green tea once in a while, sucking the mucus in cos i’m just too lazy like that to even go to the bathroom and blow my nose. oh yes i’m so very seksi.

and this is just 2 days before our trip to DMZ.

damn. i was planning not to go initially when i found out about the trip, remembering how boring flat ohshootmethissucksjustgimmethecashoready unmemorable the previous trips we had. or was it me just being anti-social? anywhoo, can’t say both were pleasant journeys. and DMZ?been there, went down the cave, saw the border. the only thing awesome enough was when i saw a pair of birds mating in the air at the observation tower.

(wonder how many strands of christian’s hair i have beneath the keyboard. just found one. again.  kinda hard to forget someone if their hair keeps popping up on your keyboard, ya know)

but so yeah, the DMZ trip. I thought staying at home any longer might kill me and told everyone (who’s willing to listen) that I’m in. so you know what, flu? I’m going. I’m freaking going to the DMZ, looking for the mating birds again.

maybe it was an international pair of birds, who knows? maybe those birds were the only mixed couple from the north and south can have coitus freely. like, without kim jong il fiddling around their sex life in his safari. which i heard is a trend these days in pyongyang. the safari. not him fiddling around. that’s been a trend since 1994.

very fashion-forward. i can totally see him as a trendsetter.


So how much do i have to pay?

don’t you just hate it when it’s time to open your wallet and shove that card or cash to the cashier?and what i hate more is when you pay using credit card, you feel bad twice. the second one of course would be by the time you get the bill.

I’m paying now. the bill has come and now is the time for me to pay. daaaaaannggg. no, im not talking about money. even tho, yes, my electric and gas bills are overdue. again. 😦 whose idea was that for me to live alone?im not ready for this taking care of a household thing.
so despite the euphoria, placebo effect of 2 days of drinking binge, everything is asking for its toll. and oh my, what a huge bill.
I’m losing my voice, now i sound even sexier than ever with a sore husky voice. I totally feel like shyt, for constant feel of puking the whole day. and coming back to an empty room doesnt help. man i’m as lonely as a dowager in the forbidden city. without the pretty clothes and the maids. and jay chou.

no, no jay chou in 지산2동.

so here i am left alone with the residue of my sunday breakfast (a can of bud) and dinner (tender chicken from  BK).  ah~the awesomeness of life. and yes, budweiser was one of the very first things got into my stomach today. shoot me.

it was not until the halloween party was  over last night, that i realised i had a stranger’s bank card in my hand.

this guy was wasted, and craving for pancakes, he produced the card from his crotch beneath his black tights (nono dont ask, it was halloween. ) and dropped it on the ground, and of course continued being tipsy wasted. a good-natured person that i am, i took the card (touching it as less as possible, dear gawd, it was on his crotch!), and never intended to ever come near his crotch to put the card back, i slipped it into the plastic wrap of my cig pack (i lost several cards this way, but i never learn.), and then totally forgot about it. I was thinking to give it back after a while, but nooo. the card wanted to be mine, i think that was the message it was trying to tell me.

so long story short, i realised i still had the card way too late. next thing in the morning, i searched this person on facebook, found someone under the right name from the right city, and tossed my two cent that this would be the right person.  and so off i went downtown on a holy mission, giving back someone’s hard-earned money that he lost due to his halfwitness getting drunk on a halloween night.  oh my sunday.  and thats how i got budweiser as my breakfast. i only had two tiny mandus at home before i left, and this guy offered me a beer under the bright october afternoon sky. why not, eh? and being a cheapskate, this dimwit bought me a can of bud from mini stop and we drank sitting on the pavement outside the store and talked about nonsense.  oh yeah chowdy. thats how we roll in south jeolla province.  (damn i hope he wont find this page by accident) met eddie and javier and his girl while sitting there btw.

so yeah went back home felt even sicker than before. facing the computer again, email:  nothing good. facebook : as boring as it can be. dailysquee and failbook: nothing new. bbc: still burns my brain. and holy crap!

thesis.

I’m hating my computer, there’s nothing good it brings cept for false hope and stress. huh. i restrained myself from throwing it onto the wall and crush it optimus prime would definetely do because…well..because it would be expensive to pay all the damage. and im broke, darlings. i really am. oh how this life has drained me inside out. someone send me a dog, please. saw a black labrador pup walking down the downtown street too. oh~~adorable!!

and here some snaps of gwangju downtown on a sunday afternoon. didn’t get the puppy shoot.