for good reasons. most of them talk too much, they uninvitedly ask you personal things, and they are totally lacking of respect. especially when youre a girl, alone, and don’t look like either korean or white. at first all the talking was ok, until im sick with all the daring questions, and recently, the daring stare.
gawd, how can there are so many people in this so-called developed country, still thinking that staring up and down all over someone is something acceptable? it happened last time with me and Yulia. and last night, oh for goodness’ sake, last night was the pinnacle of the taxi drivers’ douchebaggery. I was so mad last night when my taxi driver turn around to examine me, stared at me up and down, that i wanna punch his old freakin ugly face, but instead i just said ‘just drive’. im still so angry right now, how i couldnt say it in proper korean that he was the face of uneducated trash and i feel sorry for his tiny old useless dick.
ive had enough of them. if any of you reading this happen to know a korean taxi driver or two, please tell them, it is nice to have a friendly driver, but being a disrespectful asshole, is a totally different story.
..into oblivion…not. Thanks to Skype, and not so thanks to the crappy MSN. The Lord of Dipshitness aka the boyfriend just moved to Copenhagen on the first of September. Pretty sentimental cos the day marked the start of our (then) new life in Korea, when we started the school back in 2008. And he ended his Korean life right on the same date. ah~life..
And then there were none, but me. No more trips to seoulslashgwacheon every weekend or so, no more..hm yeah, all in all the meaning of his presence in Korea was just that i got to go to Seoul every weekend without spending much for accommodation.
jk. I know he reads this stuff. Joking, My Lord!!please don’t cyber whip me with your cyber belt!
Anyway, yeah..back in Gwangju now. Ah~so hard to see a departure, especially when you’re the one left behind. Everything is so near yet so far. Remembering good times when we were living in Sinchon. Wondering will you ever go back to Gwacheon, the city we want to live in forever (i didn’t make that up, it’s really their tagline). How the pretty cat we usually fed tuna and spam and cheese will miss us. Oh and the band. The death metal band. How I’m so gonna miss sitting there at the club watching the gig, trying to stay awake and look like an enthusiastic fan/girlfriend. Seriously, death metal makes me sleepy.
This kinda makes me wanna sing Nelly Furtado’s why do all good things come to an end..come to an end..
To add the sentimental value, here’s a photo of us, in our romantic as per usual state:
by the look of his veins, think he really wanted to beat the crap out of me.
yeah yeah be good there, Bibi..
(and the goddamn budaejjigae *shiver* the only good thing about his leaving is that I don’t have to eat it anymore).
i ended the previous post abruptly somehow and of course i feel obliged to finish it the proper way. so some more precious bits from me and i’m ready for a book contract, publisher darlings!
~school personality and home personality, they do exist.
~time heals, water heals, and so do shoes.
~at one moment you might regret what you have said or haven’t said, but nothing can fix the feeling of not saying the right thing at the right time, and sometimes all you can do is press it down to very back of your mind and hope the next stupid moment to come to layer it.
~i know some people of whom i can tell them “i love you dearly, but i don’t like you in presence”, just like what Tony Bourdain’s mum said about him.
~Lay’s is the best potato chips ever.
oh dear, nothing more coming from my exhausted brain. i just came from a city trip with LOTD, visiting some old korean tomb and shopping some asian gourmet. shouldve jotted them all down before..ill be back later..
because i’m such a philosopher. how can you tell that you really know me?my life is so full of layers that if you peel it one by one youll always find something new about me. i move on, every single day i add new layer, but what makes my life today is the layers ive piled before. it is exciting to find the other self of someone’s, but it’s unnerving to realise that it’s almost impossible to really know someone, because there are just too many things to uncover. what im saying is, youve had the idea of who i am, but when i give substance to what ive become from who i was, you realise how abstract the complete me is to you and you most probably just have to say “oh, thats how your life rolled?but i shouldve known, of course” guess that will always make everyone’s a stranger to everyone. well..just talking bullshit.
niwei, im almost done with the semester.taking an early holiday. and tomorrows my 26th birthday and im completely frigid about it.