Damnit...
I tell myself that I am going to type everything down, then I don't. It's about a month and a half since I last posted and well a shitload has changed. By a shitload I mean many little events have happened that have added great pleasure to my life.
I'm finally settled in my new apartment. It's awesome to travel to a different city and think, "I can't wait to be home." Truthfully, home is where the heart is. So call me lucky bc I have three amazing homes in LA, SF and the ROK (Republic of Korea) It helps that I have my cookware to finally get down and dirty in the kitchen. Korean food is extraordinary to me, but if I'm trying to save money, I'm gonna have to cut on costs here and there. I drink and go out less and less. Although, I do make up for that on the weekends. I know bad, huh. Whatever, I love meeting new folks here and there. A few weeks back I met someone who I call the Korean love of my life. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't. His name is John and he was physically right in every way for me. He was tall, well built (not muscle, weightlifter type, but good frame) spoke English well for Korean standards since he lived in England for 7 years and is 32 years old. His upper arms and upper half of his back are covered in tatts. Yummy! We spoke for about 4 hours non stop at the bar. He bought me drinks (major plus) and at the end of the night/morning, he picked up my tab which had accumulated to about 60,000won ($50) ...sigh...then he walked me and another foreigner to the taxi and he petted my head saying that he liked me. He put his number on my friend's phone and we hugged goodbye. We were supposed to meet up the next night, but no show. I think that must have been my breaking point since coming here. It wasn't that he didn't show up, it just hit me that I don't get like this with boys for a reason. My guards are always all the way up bc I don't care to CARE. That night with John, they fell beneath the surface. No shields in sight. I had so much fun and I was attracted to him so much it was ridiculous. The next night when he didn't show, I broke the fuck down. I couldn't stop crying. Walker, the sweetest,most gentle person EVER, came to me and asked me if I was ok (using the very little English he knows) and handed me a napkin. I wanted to ravage him at that point and take him under my wing. Oh walker how I hate that you left Tombstone for school(tangent)! I broke down bc I wanted my friends to be there. The ones that know me. The ones that would get me out of that funk quick status. The ones who would slap me and make me realize how crazy it was to cry for a boy I had just met. I still wondered why he didn't show. I had text him earlier that day from "friend's" phone, thanking him for a good talk and drinks and asked him if we were going to meet up. No text, no show. Fast forward to last night. I finally got a phone after months of not having it. The real reason is bc I wanted to call and text John from my own phone. I wanted him to answer and set up a date with him. I wanted to see him again and laugh and smile and giggle and be merry with him again. I wanted to smell and touch and drink with him again. So as soon as I got home, I got his number from my phonebook and texted him. Part of me wanted to just call him, but then the other part was scared shitless. Texts are a great cop out for many things. Text read: Hi! Is this John's phone? This is Priscilla. I met you a few weeks back in Jeonju (he doesn't live in this town). I just got a phone." I would've written more and expressed my undying affection for him, but 1) I wasn't sure if this was really his phone 2) I didn't want to be too forward. As I waited for his text response, I started texting a friend. As I was finishing up the text, I receive a phone call from yours truly, JOHN! It was quick and short: how are we each doing, where he is for work right now and when he is coming back to Jeonju (a few weeks)! Oh...how much I want to wait for his arrival, but I'm not foolish like that anymore. I've stop believing in fairy tales. This is not to say I won't be happy when we meet again, if we do, and be engulfed in our chemistry, but this is to say I will no longer waste my energy on a "what if." I'd rather spend my energy in the "right now." Which brings me to another story:
Last weekend a bunch of friends and I went to Seoul. I knew it was a humongous city and that it would be crazy good fun, but what I didn't know was how CRAZY it would get. The first night was a light one. Some of us after leaving our stuff in the motel went to get some food and drinks. We were staying in Dongdaemun, a center for shopping, my kinda spot. So they don't close shop until about 4am. Now that's what I call shopaholics. I went to sleep around 5am then woke up around 11 am. After hours and hours of venturing and shopping through the streets of Seoul, I came to a realization that I loved Jeonju. I liked the small city life. I've lived in big cities the last 26 years of my life, but now being in South Korea I appreciate the smaller towns. There is a rich culture and the lifestyle is at a slower pace which I've learned to love. I don't feel any stress and my train of thought is more clear, definitely less chaotic than ever in my adult life. Seoul stressed me the fuck out. Too many people, too many ugly glares, too much pushing and shoving, too much ignoring and less bowing, less "anyong haseyo," less caring about the person next to you, less thought in actions, less love. Needless to say, I was missing Jeonju, but enjoying my time in the big city. One of the greater parts of Seoul is the choice of food. I was able to eat Indian food (yes, I've come to LOVE it) and UGH Burger King, only because the breakfast spot we were supposed to eat at, Butterfinger, had a long wait. At night all 8 of us ventured into Itaewon, the international neighborhood of Seoul. Infested with many different cultures, bars, restaurants and clubs, I knew my night would be nothing boring. After bar hopping here and there, going to a rockabilly show and losing everyone who came with, except Amelia, my partner in crime, we find ourselves at a lounge where we met our Kazakhstani loves. If you do not know, Kazakhstan is the country below Russia, next China. It's considered to be in Eurasia. Anyway, the night/morning with them was amazing beyond belief. We ventured into a trance club and then a bar, where we stayed drinking to about 9am. Then we were sequestered. hahahah yes I said it. The boys and company took us north outside of Seoul, very close to North Korea. Amelia and I like to say that we were practically in N. Korea. Amelia had been friendly with Elder, the guy who looked like a circus trapeze artist, gypsy if you may. I was enthralled with FarHHHHad, the gorgeous Russian looking man whom I called little man since he was a few inches shorter than me. So on the car ride to North Korea, I am making out with Farhhhad. It was nice and sweet at first, but then he excessively bit me to a point that I had to pull away. We get their friend's spot and drink a bit. It's about 9:30 at this point and Amelia and I decide we had to leave. haha They thought they were going to get some...boy, were they wrong. As Amelia and I are making our way to get a taxi back to Seoul, both Elder and Farhad follow us. They thought they'd convince us yet again to stay and love them hahaha No dice my loves. As Amelia and I ventured through the unknown streets we tried to devise a plan to get back to Seoul. Taxi? No...at first. Train? Sure, why not?! We walk to what we think is the direction of the train station. Five minutes into our journey we hear a whistle and see Farhad and Elder pass us by. Once again they try to convince us to go back to the house and sleep with them. At this point both Amelia and I were done. We've had no sleep, were in North Korea and were marked by the men (yes, my 1st hickey in a loooooooong time). We were finally able to escape from their stubbornness and ran into a taxi asap. It's not that we felt threatened or scared at any point in the sequestration, we just wanted to get back to our hotel and check out before everyone got worried. The rest of the day was a blur. It was the beginning of buddha's lotus lantern festival and after a hearty meal at the Indian buffet, we ventured to the festivities. I ended up laying down on the grass then on a bench and fell asleep for what seemed forever. The ride back home would've been the best if it wasn't for the person beside me who was super talkative. I just wanted tell her to shut the fuck up...but I was too fragile to do anything. Good job Seoul. You kick my ass.
I'm finally settled in my new apartment. It's awesome to travel to a different city and think, "I can't wait to be home." Truthfully, home is where the heart is. So call me lucky bc I have three amazing homes in LA, SF and the ROK (Republic of Korea) It helps that I have my cookware to finally get down and dirty in the kitchen. Korean food is extraordinary to me, but if I'm trying to save money, I'm gonna have to cut on costs here and there. I drink and go out less and less. Although, I do make up for that on the weekends. I know bad, huh. Whatever, I love meeting new folks here and there. A few weeks back I met someone who I call the Korean love of my life. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't. His name is John and he was physically right in every way for me. He was tall, well built (not muscle, weightlifter type, but good frame) spoke English well for Korean standards since he lived in England for 7 years and is 32 years old. His upper arms and upper half of his back are covered in tatts. Yummy! We spoke for about 4 hours non stop at the bar. He bought me drinks (major plus) and at the end of the night/morning, he picked up my tab which had accumulated to about 60,000won ($50) ...sigh...then he walked me and another foreigner to the taxi and he petted my head saying that he liked me. He put his number on my friend's phone and we hugged goodbye. We were supposed to meet up the next night, but no show. I think that must have been my breaking point since coming here. It wasn't that he didn't show up, it just hit me that I don't get like this with boys for a reason. My guards are always all the way up bc I don't care to CARE. That night with John, they fell beneath the surface. No shields in sight. I had so much fun and I was attracted to him so much it was ridiculous. The next night when he didn't show, I broke the fuck down. I couldn't stop crying. Walker, the sweetest,most gentle person EVER, came to me and asked me if I was ok (using the very little English he knows) and handed me a napkin. I wanted to ravage him at that point and take him under my wing. Oh walker how I hate that you left Tombstone for school(tangent)! I broke down bc I wanted my friends to be there. The ones that know me. The ones that would get me out of that funk quick status. The ones who would slap me and make me realize how crazy it was to cry for a boy I had just met. I still wondered why he didn't show. I had text him earlier that day from "friend's" phone, thanking him for a good talk and drinks and asked him if we were going to meet up. No text, no show. Fast forward to last night. I finally got a phone after months of not having it. The real reason is bc I wanted to call and text John from my own phone. I wanted him to answer and set up a date with him. I wanted to see him again and laugh and smile and giggle and be merry with him again. I wanted to smell and touch and drink with him again. So as soon as I got home, I got his number from my phonebook and texted him. Part of me wanted to just call him, but then the other part was scared shitless. Texts are a great cop out for many things. Text read: Hi! Is this John's phone? This is Priscilla. I met you a few weeks back in Jeonju (he doesn't live in this town). I just got a phone." I would've written more and expressed my undying affection for him, but 1) I wasn't sure if this was really his phone 2) I didn't want to be too forward. As I waited for his text response, I started texting a friend. As I was finishing up the text, I receive a phone call from yours truly, JOHN! It was quick and short: how are we each doing, where he is for work right now and when he is coming back to Jeonju (a few weeks)! Oh...how much I want to wait for his arrival, but I'm not foolish like that anymore. I've stop believing in fairy tales. This is not to say I won't be happy when we meet again, if we do, and be engulfed in our chemistry, but this is to say I will no longer waste my energy on a "what if." I'd rather spend my energy in the "right now." Which brings me to another story:
Last weekend a bunch of friends and I went to Seoul. I knew it was a humongous city and that it would be crazy good fun, but what I didn't know was how CRAZY it would get. The first night was a light one. Some of us after leaving our stuff in the motel went to get some food and drinks. We were staying in Dongdaemun, a center for shopping, my kinda spot. So they don't close shop until about 4am. Now that's what I call shopaholics. I went to sleep around 5am then woke up around 11 am. After hours and hours of venturing and shopping through the streets of Seoul, I came to a realization that I loved Jeonju. I liked the small city life. I've lived in big cities the last 26 years of my life, but now being in South Korea I appreciate the smaller towns. There is a rich culture and the lifestyle is at a slower pace which I've learned to love. I don't feel any stress and my train of thought is more clear, definitely less chaotic than ever in my adult life. Seoul stressed me the fuck out. Too many people, too many ugly glares, too much pushing and shoving, too much ignoring and less bowing, less "anyong haseyo," less caring about the person next to you, less thought in actions, less love. Needless to say, I was missing Jeonju, but enjoying my time in the big city. One of the greater parts of Seoul is the choice of food. I was able to eat Indian food (yes, I've come to LOVE it) and UGH Burger King, only because the breakfast spot we were supposed to eat at, Butterfinger, had a long wait. At night all 8 of us ventured into Itaewon, the international neighborhood of Seoul. Infested with many different cultures, bars, restaurants and clubs, I knew my night would be nothing boring. After bar hopping here and there, going to a rockabilly show and losing everyone who came with, except Amelia, my partner in crime, we find ourselves at a lounge where we met our Kazakhstani loves. If you do not know, Kazakhstan is the country below Russia, next China. It's considered to be in Eurasia. Anyway, the night/morning with them was amazing beyond belief. We ventured into a trance club and then a bar, where we stayed drinking to about 9am. Then we were sequestered. hahahah yes I said it. The boys and company took us north outside of Seoul, very close to North Korea. Amelia and I like to say that we were practically in N. Korea. Amelia had been friendly with Elder, the guy who looked like a circus trapeze artist, gypsy if you may. I was enthralled with FarHHHHad, the gorgeous Russian looking man whom I called little man since he was a few inches shorter than me. So on the car ride to North Korea, I am making out with Farhhhad. It was nice and sweet at first, but then he excessively bit me to a point that I had to pull away. We get their friend's spot and drink a bit. It's about 9:30 at this point and Amelia and I decide we had to leave. haha They thought they were going to get some...boy, were they wrong. As Amelia and I are making our way to get a taxi back to Seoul, both Elder and Farhad follow us. They thought they'd convince us yet again to stay and love them hahaha No dice my loves. As Amelia and I ventured through the unknown streets we tried to devise a plan to get back to Seoul. Taxi? No...at first. Train? Sure, why not?! We walk to what we think is the direction of the train station. Five minutes into our journey we hear a whistle and see Farhad and Elder pass us by. Once again they try to convince us to go back to the house and sleep with them. At this point both Amelia and I were done. We've had no sleep, were in North Korea and were marked by the men (yes, my 1st hickey in a loooooooong time). We were finally able to escape from their stubbornness and ran into a taxi asap. It's not that we felt threatened or scared at any point in the sequestration, we just wanted to get back to our hotel and check out before everyone got worried. The rest of the day was a blur. It was the beginning of buddha's lotus lantern festival and after a hearty meal at the Indian buffet, we ventured to the festivities. I ended up laying down on the grass then on a bench and fell asleep for what seemed forever. The ride back home would've been the best if it wasn't for the person beside me who was super talkative. I just wanted tell her to shut the fuck up...but I was too fragile to do anything. Good job Seoul. You kick my ass.