January 2011
90 posts
“Maybe if we do something productive, we’ll get bored and tired.”
– The Kid.
Backstory: We’ve now officially been awake for over 24 hours talking pure nonsense. We have approximately a million things we have to get done before catching a bus to Edinburgh at midnight, in fourteen hours. After we catch the bus to Edinburgh, we’ll spend a few hours in the...
Sittin’ on the kid’s bed, watching her shift through her hunners of clothes, trying to work out what to pack for Italy. We’re supposed to actually leave the flat at some point. Maybe meet the boys for dinner and drinks. She bought us matching dresses. Also, literally the best underwear ever to have existed ever, a photo of which I will be posting later. Now it sounds like...
My head’s in a million places, and I’ve got about two hours left before I have to head to the airport. Still, I’m quite proud of myself at the moment. I’ve done all kinds of responsible things to prepare for this departure that I wouldn’t normally have done by this point, including going to the bank this morning, just to be sure there aren’t some cash issues...
I always make the cheeseball comment that I fall in love with places, and not people. But it’s kind of true. And the other part of the truth is that I fall in love with places for the people. I mean, Glasgow? Come on now.
Either way, I’m getting sappy about two weeks away from Korea already. I’m not even on the damn plane yet. Met up with Grace to book Big Bang tickets and have...
Saw my boxer students from last year who will be…. god… eighteen? this year. They’re fucking massive! And they look like pure gangpae, as well. Gold chains and the lot. But they’re stupidly respectful, good, good boys who are weirdly shy sometimes. It was lovely to see them, and their embarrassed little smiles as they lowered their voices and whispered, “I…...
Urgh. Packing.
I’ve realized something. I have work clothes, and I have going out clothes. I have nothing in between. I have nothing suitable for vacation around students. I hope The Kid is ready for me to try to borrow all her clothes off her while I’m there, or else prepared to have everyone wonder why we’re sitting in a pub in the middle of the afternoon with me dressed as a...
“No one ever chases me to the airport.”
– Whitegirlproblems.
But someone has insisted on picking me up. Don’t you wish this blog was more anonymous so I could stop being so vague all the time? I don’t. After vacation, I’ll go back to my regularly scheduled programming of hibernating in my flat and only interacting with...
“uh… barcode mania?”
– Scottish friend, on my facebook wall.
This is in reference to the very first time me and The Kid decided to go to Scotland. I can’t remember exactly, but I think we were about 19/20 and it was basically a horrible idea by everyone’s reckoning — even our own. She had only met the...
hotyellowfellows replied to your post: [The Kid] says: haha, you want some haggis while…
But Irn Bru is awesomeeeeee.
Orange bubblegum soap. That is all I have to say.
[The Kid] says: haha, you want some haggis while you’re here? [INP] says: no. stop asking me that. [The Kid] says:what do you want to do while you’re here? [INP] says: talk to yooooou. get drunk with you. eat chips and pub food. gain ten pounds. not drink irn bru.
“You shouldn’t get very drunken.”
“I don’t get very drunk. Ever.”
“Oh, good. I hate girls who get very drunken.”
“I don’t care whether you hate it or you like it. I’ll drink whatever I want.”
“Oh, I love that attitude in a girl.”
“I don’t care.”
“I hate you.”
“See? That...
scwlove replied to your post: Took a nap and had a dream I was back home,…
haha, watching Jeremy Kyle always makes everything better!
‘Innit’. There’s no way you can watch that show for longer than five minutes and still feel like your life is in any way off track in comparison.
Took a nap and had a dream I was back home, heading out to the shops to pick up stuff to bake a coconut-infused red velvet cake for my family (no doubt to the amount of time I’ve spent on the phone with them, trying to sort this flight mess out, and the fact that my brother is back home for the first time in ages today), and now I really, really want to do that. Don’t think they...
Simon: I just want you to know.... being here with all of you has been the best time of my life.
Nathan: Aaah! I had a week in Spain last year. That was way better!
Korean customer service for the fucking win. Once again.
My night/morning have been nothing but a nightmare of idiotic phone calls with rude, inhumane people at American companies. Back dealing with the Korean/European companies this morning, and I feel like I’m the fucking Queen of England. Let me take care of that for you, ma’am. Is there anything else I can do for you today,...
“No. There’s no reservation in our system for your flight.”
“Well…. that’s great. So what about the $2,500 your company has taken from my bank account and the hold that’s been put on the account as a result?”
“It should be a temporary charge. It will probably disappear within five days.”
Astounding. Fucking incredible. And I’m...
“Was this your flight to Glasgow departing on January 14th?”
– The woman on the phone, after having been told I need help with a flight I tried to book on January 16th. Yes. That’s definitely the one. The flight I attempted to book two days after it happened. This is going to be the most expensive useless fucking phone call of my life. I can already tell.
Well, I’m confused. Again. But I don’t have time to work it out right now. Because, thank you very much cunty lady on the airline service line this morning, my flight did not actually book, despite you scoffing in my face (via the phone) about how ridiculous it was for me to phone and check when I’d already received my etickets. Bitch.
Uh. Yeah. Maybe two weeks away with no...
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Finally booked my flight to Glasgow, and after having loads of issues with the credit card on Sunday, am now convinced that I somehow didn’t actually book the flight. Have already made one phone call to a woman with very little sense of humor on the States service line and have been told I have to call the Korean line. Which makes sense. But I wasn’t calling the States for no reason....
Being on vacation is so fucking boring. It’s not even been a full day yet and I already want to off myself. Pfft. Where are all those fuckers who were bothering me to come out on weeknights last week? Eh?
alectointhunderland replied to your post: alectointhunderland replied to your video: GFBR…
…yeah maybe you’re made for each other. But he’s suuuuch a douche. In real life I wouldn’t be able to resist smacking him (verbally, verbally, I’m not a complete savage.Most of the time.)
Ha. I was flicking the guy in the hof in the forehead every five minutes like I do with the students when they act...
alectointhunderland replied to your video: GFBR [at dinner]: “Does anyone need some kitchen…
Sorry, have to agree with HYF here(Simon!!). I just want to whack Nathan all the time, although I do love him and his smart mouth.
Ha. I think the girls may have realized how serious I was about preferring Nathan at the hof, part deux on Saturday night (Sunday morning) when I ended up seated beside...
]]>evethegreat replied to your post: Dear Paris Baguette, There are a lot of things I…
Now I have to buy a cinnamon roll.
Don’t buy it from Paris Baguette. They ruin every good thing.
]]>hotyellowfellows replied to your video: GFBR [at dinner]: “Does anyone need some kitchen…
SIMON.
RELAX. I’m starting the second season now. And I always eat humble pie when it’s on the menu, so we shall see.
Dear Paris Baguette,
There are a lot of things I just accept out of you because you’re kind of shit by nature, but you’re there. Right on my walk home from work. Unlike everything else which is decent and thirty minutes in the other direction. Wrapping a freshly baked cinnamon roll in a plastic bag and cramming it inside of another plastic bag so that all the lovely frosting ends up...
Dododo. Waiting for the VP to come in so I can awkwardly go down and bow to him and then go back home. Boy jeans, crinkly hair and no makeup rocking the neighborhood this morning. I was kind of like, maybe I shouldn’t so obviously put so much less effort into things this morning, when I have to face the office full of Korean teachers and they’re going to know exactly what happened, ie...
“I’m a bad guy!”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m BAD GUY-UUUH!”
“No. You’re not.”
“Wanna be.”
“I know. But you’re not.”
“….. Tryna be.”
Well, whatever. Close enough.
“I’m gonna play a trick on her!”
– Grace, pouring more soju into IDD’s glass while she’s in the bathroom.
]]>hotyellowfellows replied to your post: Korea, what is up with the wind today? Am I going…
I haven’t even gone outside yet, haha, but I keep hearing it whipping around the buildings and am concerned as well.
I haven’t been out either, but the giant glass doors in my bedroom have been rattling nearly off the hinges all day, and my spare bedroom door flew open this morning because...
Korea, what is up with the wind today? Am I going to get blown over into an ajeosshi if I wear heels tonight? Jesus. Legit concerns.
I really feel like I’m so annoying in Korean. I know enough to get my main ideas across, but in these really obnoxious same grammar patterns. I get on my own nerves. And I think it’s even worse in writing, because I have no choice but to make full sentences, whereas when I’m speaking it just kind of comes out however it comes out, and then has to just be left there. Writing back...
No, sir. I refuse to be awake at 6:30 am on a Saturday. Again. I am not seventy five fucking years old. Can espresso be retroactive? I drank a load before bed and then promptly passed out. Is it coming back to haunt me? Why am I like this?
Sigh.
Sometimes I really wish I wasn’t such a psycho about keeping my flat in order. It really stresses me out. I’ve always been envious of my friends who can leave things lying about and just relax anyway. Unlesss my place is in order, I’m incapable of just sitting in and doing fuck all. It rattles my nerves to be able to spot things that need to be done out of the corner of my eye....
Oh and by the way, since I’ve done enough whining about it here, I should say that my new harebrained scheme is working — I’ve put on weight this week! Hanging around with the boys always helps with that anyway, though. Pure human garbage disposals, the lot. I feel like the reputation of my manly manliness is at stake if I don’t keep up.
Oh man. I didn’t do as badly last night as I kind of expected, but I’ll put it this way: going to school to bake cookies with the students for a few hours, during which time I hope to remain conscious enough to not allow them to set anything on fire or ruin the mix with too much salt, like The Pancake Incident of ‘09, and then straight home to PJs, coffee, catching up on Tumblr,...
Death via the Irish James's.
If I could chart a graph of the way my phone conversations with Smalltown begin, probably the biggest slice/bar would be, “Jaysus yer an awful fucking slag of a bitch tah get ahold ahve.” And right behind that would be, “You comin’ out for a pint with me ‘n James?”
To which INP swiftly and faithfully responds, “Which James?”
“Irish...
I’m gonna flip my shit. At my school, they can control the heat from the main office. During vacation classes, it is a regular occurrence that some idiot admin asshat in the office will have no clue what’s going on, see that the heat is on in my office or classroom, and turn it off without bothering to check why it’s on. As if it’s just turning itself on, over and over...
soniassi:
Just (lately) discovered @whitegrlproblem on Twitter and felt like I was reading a checklist of my life. Realized once again that I am such a pretentious douchebag. Oh well, can’t be helped!
Favorited:
Seriously, if you go deep into Brussels it gets really ghetto.#whitegirlproblems
Hell is a bed with less than six pillows. #whitegirlproblems
My horse is a dick. #whitegirlproblems
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Dear Elizabeth,
[Recruiting Company] is currently seeking 12 instructors to work in Calama and Rancagua Chile in March, 2011.
Because spots are limited and Spanish speaking countries are a desirable destination, we will be offering these positions exclusively to [RC] Alumni.
The details of the positions can be found here.
Applicants need to arrive in Chile on March 1, 2011, for a contract that...
Oh man. It really is time to get out of the ROK for like a minute. Wine drunk on a Wednesday night and I’ve got myself into a bit of a state. Thinking way too much about way too many things. The trouble is, sometimes, if you start to feel one thing, you have to create other things to feel. That way, you can’t be sure where the feeling is coming from. Which is better than being sure....
Thoughts From the Daughter of a Chinese Mother →
undercoverinthebay:
asiansnotstudying:
Julianne Hing of Colorlines responds to Amy Chua’s piece, Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior:
…my parents sacrificed a great deal to raise me and my siblings—they make for great stories now that we’re all adults. My mom would hand us math workbooks to occupy us during car rides the way other parents hand their kids Pop Tarts or carrot sticks. She, like...
Oh man. Feeling unnecessary stress about a lot of things at the moment. This is what naps in the middle of the day do to me, and why they are a bad idea. I wake up and I’m like, what’s happening?! It’s not the morning! Where am I?! What am I doing with my life?! A wee bit of panic. But I’ll probably feel better in the morning.
Best parts of having afternoons off in my neighborhood: shirtless, jobless, tattooed creepers hanging out of windows and on roofs smoking cigarettes and tough old ajeosshi carrying around little white dogs wearing sweaters. Incheon, I (L) you.
