A virgin blog journey
I am still in awe of how nerdy this feels...an all accessible on-line diary in which I spill out my transcontinental heart to those who are perhaps vaguely interested....or not.
It also feels a little wrong, in view of the BBC guy who had one of these but he used it to chart his physical demise due to incurable cancer as opposed to what I'll be doing - which will be comparing different kinds of Korean soups and bitching about my children. Ok, I promise that this will be a bitter-free zone, predominantly because I have very little to be bitter about...!
I am tempting fate by going skiing again this weekend. I barely survived the last attempt, and my fellow skiiers had similar problems. We yoooo-ed at one until he fell over, which is cruel on our part, but remains hysterically funny. I also went to a place called Jeonju at the weekend, and drank copious amounts of soju before going to a bonkers Korean club called 'Music Bank'. There are actual classes that Koreans enthusiastically attend, that teach you all the dance moves to the latest hits...which means that if a certain song comes on, they break into dancing that is scarily synchronised - a little like a movie that unexpectedly bursts into dance, with props on cue. An Irish companion, Aine, did us all proud by dancing/swaying on stage, only to be told, in Korean, to 'get the fuck off'. I was told that she also got kicked out a bar previously by drunkenly trying to check her e-mails on a computer used for downloading music. Hee, you have to love the Irish.
Speaking of all things Irish, a new teacher from Kerry, Angela, started today and just to compound the feeling that there is only half a degree of seperation amongst we inbreds, she is good friends with my cousin from Smithborough. There are also an unhealthy amount of Monaghan-ites, Belfast-ians and - best of all - I met a bloke from Ballymena, languishing here in Seoul. There is also a terrifying amount of Canucks and Americans bolshing about the place...I only joke, I have met some genuinely nice ones, even if you have to cringe whenever the word 'tomato' is braced in conversation.
Just wondering - does writing this blog drag me over the nerd threshold? If so, then bring on the Robot Wars and Japanese porn-comic crossovers...
It also feels a little wrong, in view of the BBC guy who had one of these but he used it to chart his physical demise due to incurable cancer as opposed to what I'll be doing - which will be comparing different kinds of Korean soups and bitching about my children. Ok, I promise that this will be a bitter-free zone, predominantly because I have very little to be bitter about...!
I am tempting fate by going skiing again this weekend. I barely survived the last attempt, and my fellow skiiers had similar problems. We yoooo-ed at one until he fell over, which is cruel on our part, but remains hysterically funny. I also went to a place called Jeonju at the weekend, and drank copious amounts of soju before going to a bonkers Korean club called 'Music Bank'. There are actual classes that Koreans enthusiastically attend, that teach you all the dance moves to the latest hits...which means that if a certain song comes on, they break into dancing that is scarily synchronised - a little like a movie that unexpectedly bursts into dance, with props on cue. An Irish companion, Aine, did us all proud by dancing/swaying on stage, only to be told, in Korean, to 'get the fuck off'. I was told that she also got kicked out a bar previously by drunkenly trying to check her e-mails on a computer used for downloading music. Hee, you have to love the Irish.
Speaking of all things Irish, a new teacher from Kerry, Angela, started today and just to compound the feeling that there is only half a degree of seperation amongst we inbreds, she is good friends with my cousin from Smithborough. There are also an unhealthy amount of Monaghan-ites, Belfast-ians and - best of all - I met a bloke from Ballymena, languishing here in Seoul. There is also a terrifying amount of Canucks and Americans bolshing about the place...I only joke, I have met some genuinely nice ones, even if you have to cringe whenever the word 'tomato' is braced in conversation.
Just wondering - does writing this blog drag me over the nerd threshold? If so, then bring on the Robot Wars and Japanese porn-comic crossovers...
posted by Korrena at 9:26 AM
1 Comments:
Damn you all for not leaving your names! I have had to carefully analyze your words and what I imagine your handwriting to be and have reached this conclusion:
Pixie - Mark?
slackademigod - Mr Murray
Patsy - Patsy
shadow_doll13 - my mother
Hee, it's so good to hear from you all, and please keep posting so that i don't feel friendless and alone...K x
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