Jeepers H. Crackers! It's already May. Time sure flies when you're having....well, fun. Okay Karen, I finally got some pictures up, so get off my back already. As for not washing my floors, well it's a bachelor pad...and what would a bachelor pad be like with clean floors? And lastly, as far as not getting any...well, I had a pretty lucid dream last night so that ought to hold me for awhile.
I've been fighting with the computer here(PC bang) for awhile tonite; trying to scan some pictures. I knew this was going to happen, which is why I kept putting it off. But I've finally got some saved and uploaded to my Yahoo photo album. I figure that the pictures are better there cause they're saved as thumbnails. And thumbnails are always the best way to view porn pictures...right Newman?
Only about 20 pictures though...I wish I had some of my apartment but the buggers didn't develop em. Although, I noticed today that the scanner here says it will scan negatives...not sure how that works but maybe I'll give it a go one night. Although I'm still torn on the "Whether or not to buy a digital camera" debate.
It was a busy friggin week at school. End of the month means that all of the grades have to be tallied up and sent home so that parents can beat their kids. I think I'm joking but, seriously though, I've got one student (Lisa, Grade 2) that told me that, if she doesn't get 100% on a daily quiz, she gets a spanking. How's that for pressure when I'm marking her test and trying to decide if I should deduct 2% because a 'u' looks more like an 'a'.
These days, I feel like I'm becoming Americanized. The majority of the books we use are from the U.S. and they are pretty heavy on the American history. I now know more about the American Civil and Revolutionary Wars than I ever cared to. Not to mention the diferent spellings. And not just color, colour, and labor, labour.
Did any of you Canadians know that Americans spell "Jewellery", "Jewelry'? We have these fun arguments at work...luckily the number of Canadians out numbers the Americans in the teachers room. Although another American teacher just started this week so now the count is 5-3. Gonna be trouble when Rene and Melissa go home in 3.5 months and another teacher arrives from Seattle in June.
Also, most of our grammer books are from Oxford and I don't even want to get started on the goofy expressions these kids are subjected to. "The dress is rather blue than green." and "The toy store is in Main Street."
So last weekend I finally went to Itaewon (at night) and found hooker hill. I had heard a lot about it on other people's web sites but I had also heard that the area was kind of wild at night. So I hadn't ever bothered exploring. I wasn't planning much last Saturday but that didn't last past 8pm when this Nigerian guy, I had recently met, phoned to see if I wanted to go play pool. I agreed and we planned to meet in 15 minutes near my apartment. I was down there at about that time and waited for about 15 minutes before I gave up on him. I wandered over to the bus stop and hopped on a bus to Sinchon. About 30 minutes into the bus ride to Sinchon I get a phone call on my cell phone. "Hey, I'm down here...where are you?" He apologized, saying something about having to talk to his boss. He asked if we could hook up later in Sinchon and I told him to call me, but I had already dismissed him as a weirdo.
I walked from Sinchon to Beaver Wings in Hongdae. There, I met some guy I know from Montreal. He was sitting at a table with a couple of Canadian girls. He left, but I sat with the girls for most of the night. One of the girls was older (late 30s) and had just gotten to Korea. The other was about my age and she was counting the days before she could leave. Fifty-nine days and counting I think it was.
A couple of nice girls in any case. The younger girl wanted to go to Itaewon. I expressed my dismay about the area but she told me that it was a lot of fun after 1am because that's when the American GIs have to be back in their barracks for curfew. So we stuck around Beaver Wings until 1am and then hopped a taxi to Itaewon.
Now I can see why they call the area "Hooker Hill". It's basically a bunch of bars stretching up a hill. Then in between the bars there are scantily clad women standing in doorways. Probably hookers, but I was told that some/most of them are just paid to get you to come into their club and buy them drinks. In either case I never bothered to find out. We went to a bar called Gecko's for about 5 minutes. It seemed like a pretty civilized place. Then we walked to the top of the hill to Stompers. Now that was a pretty cool place. I even busted a few moves on the dance floor. At about 4am I figured it was time to go home. I was on my way down the hill when some guy came running up to me. Turns out, It was the Nigerian guy that I was supposed to meet earlier in the night. I went him to some bar that was 95% black people. Now that's a strange site for Korea. But then again, Stompers was full of 95% white people.
So, I hung out with him for a bit. He still wanted to play pool so we went to another club with a pool table, but sitting waiting to play I was already starting to see the back of my eyelids. So I excused myself and took a cab back to Sinchon and then took a bus from there. I figured there was no use wasting money by taking the cab all the way to Ilsan. But then I pulled my (now famous) fall asleep on the bus and wake up somewhere in Tanhyun-dong. But this time I hopped into the nearest cab and made it home without incident. It's a good thing Bernie knows how to get home (inside joke).
Jeepers...I've still got more to say but It's time for bed...until another time. BTW mark it on your calender, my site will be down on the weekend of May 15th...I'm sure anyone cares!
An-nyong-hee-kye-se-yo! Goodbye!
(or more literally "stay in peace")