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So I’ve been a little obsessed with the Rubik’s cube now for about 3 months. I bought a shitty one, and its really slow and sticky. I can do it in maybe 3 minutes. I’m not very smart, I just follow simple algorithms. Anyway, its frustrating and addictive. This Rubik’s Cube pissed me off for the last time.
Who had the last laugh?
You fucking cunt.
I like this right now. Chickencoke they call it. Pieces of double battered boneless chicken deep fried in extra virgin olive oil served on top of your choice of beverage (separated by cardboard) with mustard and hot sauce. My beverage of choice is Chilsung Cider. It’s actually just lemonade, but for some reason it being called Cider makes it taste more awesome to me. I love you DD chicken. I have only been there a handful of times, but they still know when I walk up I want Chickencoke with Cider. I love you chicken coke. I am drunk too.
And heres another awesome picture. This sweet girl called Alice gave me this a long time ago, and I had to get tough and throw it out. I took a picture first.
Its totally me. And my marker. Awesome
Anyway, sans story I’ll be home in 3 weeks or so. Better get ready bitches, I’ll be all up in yo shit. Or something. I’m not sure what the cool kids are saying now. I’ve been away from civilisation for so long.
CHICKEN FUCKING COKE
So, maybe you are wondering where I am and what am I doing. If not I will tell you anyway.
So I am currently in Korea, in a city called Suwon. Its a city of 1,000,000, about a 40 min bus from Seoul, but people say its practically part of Seoul, as the subway goes into Suwon. Here is my apartment building:
The one with the big cup on it. Its not a big place, only 3 floors of people. Better that the huge neighbourhoods of 30+ floor apartment buildings around here. Its a studio/bedroom/bathroom/kitchen/study/door opens right into the place so when crispies come knocking they can see your bed type of place. We’re getting our co-workers place when she leaves, which is a whole lot better than ours.
Me and Carey work at a “private language institute”, teaching ages 4-12. Its tiring, and we have a really bad schedule where we pretty much teach constantly with no breaks. For those googling to see if you should work at WONDERLAND JUNG JA SUWON OWNERS KEVIN AND ALLY ROH you shouldn’t. UNORGANISED NO NATURAL LIGHT LONG HOURS MISSLEADING CONTRACTS. There are better jobs out there, we know, but for us its beneficial to just stick it out and fullfil our contract. Korean law states that if you fulfil your contract you are entiled to one months salary as severence. Plus we get flights home. Booya. Teaching sucks, but its pretty easy, I just do whatever I want really. Minimum effort minimum results. You get what you paid for. Some of the kids are great, picking up the language so easy, being all cute and stuff. They’re really affectionate, they hug and kiss you all the time and say “i love you”. Heres some pictures of the wee blighters:
And heres some hilarious poor English about how awesome I am:
So teaching is ok sometimes, you have fun every now and then, and its just fun sometimes kids strugling to tell you the most mundane of things and being all stoked when you understand them. The truth I get paid quite alot for doing not much at all.
Its funny, Korea seems to be the place where the uncool people who couldn’t get jobs in Japan teaching come because its the easiest place to get a job. They hire you without even seeing you. Its crazy. A lot of people seem to have left something behind in their lives, like an old boyfriend or they were fired or something, so thats not something we seem to have in common with people here. We just came for the money. We have some good friends, and the people we work with are pretty cool. The four of us hang out together a lot. All we seem to talk about is fucking work god damn it. I wish we had more in common. The other two are both mid 30′s.
I’ve been skating when I can. Theres a skatepark a stones throw away that I go to a lot. I’m a local. They’re all like “Hi” when I come in. Though I can only talk to a couple of them. Its a closed off park and theres this awesome park manager who like mid thirties kinda stocky, and he’s always just rockin round pumpin transition and doing little manuals. I broke my board there and he gave an old one he had. Great guy. Here he is getting some footy of this 12 year old kid by the name of John who is awesome and just got back from a competition in Canada where his mum told me he ollied like 13 stairs:
Shaky hands sorry. And dad doesn’t know how to get rid of the date on the pictures (he gave me the camera).
Anyway, best get back to watching Bad Girls. Cranking the british shows here as our internet is awesomely fast. Will post some photos soon of my kids as tomorrow is “Activity Day” where we just get to play with the kinders for the morning. Its “Chuseok” themed. Chuseok is when Koreans dress up in tradition dress and pray to their ancestors in thanks for the harvest. Its going to be super cute. Woah, I’m super gay.
BYE
Hi.
THis is my first blog for ever. I thought it would be better than writing emangles to everyone which is uninteresting for all involved cos I can’t think of shit all to say.
To begin I thought I would share the experience Carey and I had last night making toffee. You see in Korea pretty much all food is exactly the same, and even if you want to make something different the supermarkets (at least close to our apartment) sell only all the ingredients in all the food that you are able to buy at restaurants. Anyway, Carey made fudge a few days ago and it was good. We brought am Edmonds cooking book so I flicked a few pages and thought I’d try to make toffee. Looked easy.
To get toffee it proper consistency you need to boil it unstirred to the “hard crack” stage, which is about 150 degrees. When it was ready I poured it into the melamine tray we had used to set the fudge. Hey, who thought that pouring molten sugar at 150 degrees into plastic was a great idea.
After a few seconds we noticed the buckling, then a strange circular dimple sinking down. The apartment soon filled with plastic fumes. Good times in a studio room the size of your toilet. The toffee then stuck to the chopping board underneath.
Cue awesome pictures:
I can see you motherfucker
Anyway, I thought that was funny. Maybe it shows how fun my time here is….
On that depressing note.
Farewell
