The Whisper Song
I don't know if any of you have been depraved enough to have listened to the Ying Yang Twins 'Whisper Song' but the lyrics aren't particularly child friendly. It's even funnier that one of my workmates, Matt, had a CD with this particular song on it, and his dad heard it one day. He appeared to be interested in all the parts referring to pussy and insisted that Matt burn it for him. I don't know about you lot, but I freak out if my dad accidentally flicks past Eurotrash whilst looking for the news and I happen to be in the room - God only knows what I would do if I actually had to hand over a CD with verifiable whispered filth on it. I would quite possibly never recover.
That brings me to the topic of my workmates - they're a pretty diverse lot. One is a fighter who often comes in sporting a black eye or entire face. One keeps losing her wallet/keys/dignity. One is unhealthily addicted to CSI (in all the cities, as far as I can gather). And so on. I like them all, to varying degrees, but you have to wonder at the people that are drawn to Korea - what do we have in common?
My weekend was exceedingly lovely, even though I failed yet again to make it to Seoraksan. My evil tae-kwon do master made us all run around the room 100 times which resulted in an unidentifiable muscle strain. Such excuses (reasons!) shall be set aside next weekend for definite. I will conquer that mountain, and hopefully with a bedraggled Mike at my heels.
I also saw a sight this weekend that made me realise how similar Koreans and the Japanese are. We visited Seonyudo, an islet on the Han River which has basically been converted into a series of themed gardens. However, along with all the families and the pre-requisite swathes of children that are always present was about perhaps fifty teenagers who were all dressed up as their favourite anime characters. I can't say that I'm sad enough to be able to identify any of them but they were magnificently attired. There were post boxes, punked up hair dos, stockings and suspenders, cut-off wedding dresses, swords, staffs, ball gowns - not unlike certain areas of Tokyo where people dressed similarly hang out all the time. It was highly impressive - not to mention odd to see them try to hoist their outlandish skirts up slatted wooden stairs.
Oh! Mike scared an elderly Korean lady on the street today by jumping on a balloon and bursting it loudly. She guffawed and said a stream of good humoured remonstrative Korean at him. I guess you had to be there.
That brings me to the topic of my workmates - they're a pretty diverse lot. One is a fighter who often comes in sporting a black eye or entire face. One keeps losing her wallet/keys/dignity. One is unhealthily addicted to CSI (in all the cities, as far as I can gather). And so on. I like them all, to varying degrees, but you have to wonder at the people that are drawn to Korea - what do we have in common?
My weekend was exceedingly lovely, even though I failed yet again to make it to Seoraksan. My evil tae-kwon do master made us all run around the room 100 times which resulted in an unidentifiable muscle strain. Such excuses (reasons!) shall be set aside next weekend for definite. I will conquer that mountain, and hopefully with a bedraggled Mike at my heels.
I also saw a sight this weekend that made me realise how similar Koreans and the Japanese are. We visited Seonyudo, an islet on the Han River which has basically been converted into a series of themed gardens. However, along with all the families and the pre-requisite swathes of children that are always present was about perhaps fifty teenagers who were all dressed up as their favourite anime characters. I can't say that I'm sad enough to be able to identify any of them but they were magnificently attired. There were post boxes, punked up hair dos, stockings and suspenders, cut-off wedding dresses, swords, staffs, ball gowns - not unlike certain areas of Tokyo where people dressed similarly hang out all the time. It was highly impressive - not to mention odd to see them try to hoist their outlandish skirts up slatted wooden stairs.
Oh! Mike scared an elderly Korean lady on the street today by jumping on a balloon and bursting it loudly. She guffawed and said a stream of good humoured remonstrative Korean at him. I guess you had to be there.
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