jrkorea's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Peppero Day Tuesday was Peppero Day. Officially the dumbest "Day" ever. While our great nation marks 11/11 as a day to remember our fallen, Koreans are a more consumer-driven society. Peppero Day was invented by a chocolate manufacturer to try and sell more pepperos. They are yucky chocolate-coated bread sticks that I doubt anyone ever buys on any other day of the year. But on Peppero Day Koreans feel obligated to buy them by the truck load and give them to everyone they know (and frankly, I can understand why people want to get rid of them). I managed to accumulate a year's supply if anyone wants to try one. The kids were going nuts in the lead up to this day and were stunned and amazed to learn we don't have Peppero Day in Australia, let alone pepperos, and eyed me in wary disbelief waiting for the unforthcoming, just kidding kids. 2:09 p.m. - Thursday, Nov. 13, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- food poisoned Dang... it had to happen sooner or later. Anyway, i'm sick sick sick. I'm neither going to amuse nor disgust any of you with the details but it's full-on and I'll have to go to the doc tomorrow as it's been 3 days and it's worse than ever. Yuk. Grumpy. Dehydrated. Send me some love people. 2:42 p.m. - Monday, Nov. 10, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- top of the mornin Ah, the curse of drinking with the Irish. You inevitably wake up at 10:41 the next morning, cold and naked and alone, wondering - so what exactly did happen after we convinced the barman to serve us that Bombay? 3:37 p.m. - Friday, Nov. 07, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Um my life is an eternal hangover. 12:01 a.m. - Wednesday, Nov. 05, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What is your glitch? So. I've met a guy who quotes Reality Bites. Should I just marry him now? 11:59 p.m. - Tueday, Nov. 04, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Halloween weekend Hmm... Halloween was fairly low key here, the teachers at my school are all N-Amer so they dressed up and stuff. I gave my kids candy but only the cool class. Went out and got totally wasted. Gin, champers, more gin and I lost 2:30am-3am completely. If anyone finds it, can they return it. I think some people were out in costumes. In any case, they certainly scared me. Oh yeh I met a gay Catholic priest but his rosary was tacky-esque - although at least one guy did actually mistake him for a real priest and didn't even twig when he kept inviting him into his confessional. Saturday, finally fell out of bed at 5pm. Went and saw Australia kick Ireland's butt in the rugby with work peeps and then somehow ended up in Hongdae drinking with some GI's who managed to be exactly what I thought GI's would be like, and also the exact opposite. Die hard republicans who voted for Bush because the other guy seemed stupid. Then I switched from a beer/gin combo to sansachun and the restaurant started spinning. Damn those revolving restaurants. 5:40 p.m. - Sunday, Nov. 02, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- for a friend reminiscing for lost youth. not mine though this time. i'm done dwelling. everyone is alone, it's our perceptions that change. life is about choice but you have to choose to accept that. Choosing not to choose is still a choice. Fern Hill Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me 11:11 p.m. - Monday, Oct. 27, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- diary of an alchoholic Gawd. Seriously. Why do I do this to myself? It's ridiculous. I have to stop drinking. Last night I remember feeling the absolutely urgent need to leave the bar immediately. I run out and jump on my bike, actually first I have to find my bike (right outside the door as it turns out). It is freezing cold. I'm peddling frantically for ages till I realise I am actually going in the opposite direction of my house. Aaagh. Finally get home, collapse on my bed, clothes strewn all over the room. Wake up this morning, feeling like death. Can't breathe. Water. Water. Fuck. I left two full bottles of water on the floor. The heating is under the floor. My floor is hot, hot, hot. Tropical hot. For some insane reason I switched it to really high when I got home. My water is bubbling merrily, imbued with chemicals from the plastic. I'm forced to drink lychee juice, the only item in my fridge. My lips are dry, my throat parched. I have to fall out of bed in order to get up. Ah, whatever, it's Friday. Life can't be too bad if there are occasional Fridays in the world. 2:48 p.m. - Fri, Oct. 24, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- wednesday already??? i can't believe it's been a week since i updated. er the weekend... fri nite: cannot talk about it. saturday: hung out in hongdae, new boy, all good. 1:43 p.m. - Wednesday, Oct. 22, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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