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Killer. Duh.
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Yes this is a real post. No the poem in my last post is not BY me but FOR me. Bweer.
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So up until the actual day of today shits been.... well.... kinda shitty. I say kinda because in retrospect (as is with most things) it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. Whatever.
Sunday rolls up and I'm so juiced and socrazy excite that I don't wake up when my alarm goes off and I oversleep an hour. I managed to pull a 10 minute get-ready (and look damn good mind you) and catch the next train from Suwon to....
... Jong Gak! Actualy theres not a thing there, but just a short walk and I reach Insadong.
WIKIALERT Insadong has been at the heart of nation's capital for 600 years and it has been the center of culture during the Joseon Dynasty (1392-1910). This is where the Ministry of Art was once situated. Insadong usually refers to the area from Anguk-dong Rotary to Tapgol Park in Jongno 2(i)-ga, past the Insadong Intersection. The notable features of Insadong are the countless alleys that branching out from the main street. Insadong was once known as 'Mary's Alley,' and is a favorite shopping spot among foreigners. /WIKIALERT
But thats not the cool thing. I met Master Yum there, a 27 year old LADY master that speaks rather excellent English. Has an American boyrfiend which kinda sucks, but shes beautiful and I can actually hold a conversation with her so shes my new favorite thing in Korea. (Til I go anyhow)
We straight up walked up and down Insadong several times (the whole place was changing every few minutes so even though its the same street, there was new stuff). Finally we stopped at a Starbucks and kicked it there for a while, got out of the sun.
The sound of music drew us out and we got a seat and watched a fairly sweet music demonstration of traditional Korean music, during which I was very suprised to realise someone was screaming my name in the crowd.
It was Mina's mom and two youngest sisters. Shit!? Right? So we run into each other and agree to meet for lunch later. We part.
So me and the master (while it was awesome) got tired of the whole music deal and walked around the areas surrounding Insadong, and I seriously can't believe what we found.
Coldstone. :O
So I drag the woman in and just like home they all yell out "Welcome to Coldstone!" (though in Korean. Everything was exactly the same. Everything from the wallpaper, the creations, sizes, drinks, mix-ins and the order they were arranged, messy ass back counter and the exact same smell as ones back home. I couldn't get over it. I got a love it sized Mint Mint Chocolate Chocolate Chip in a waffle cone.
I didn't get any pictures (Ok I am lying) but I am going back and when I do expect a full update.
They even sang when I tipped them. Except it was all in Korean with lil asian girls so I died four times over from the cute-overload. They taught me a Coldstone song in Korean and I taught them one in English. It was great.
After that, the call came in and we met up for the aforementioned lunch. Fairly straight forward. Afterwards though they bought me some little trinkets and made me promise to come see their family again, so I guess I can promise some more Mina and Mina sister pics soon to.
Not that it matters I guess. I come home May 30. :P
After that we pretty much walked around a little more, but since we were both so smoked from walking all day we called it quits and I caught a train home. I really wanna meet up with her again. :3
And not that it is really important, but I saw a lesbian couple on the train on the way home.
Well, wait, back up, a little background. Korea is basically about as anti-gay and lesbian as a nation can get. They won't stone you for liking the same sex, but you can expect a rough day in the hood if you so much as drop a hint that you're into that.
That said, girls that are friends with each other are alot more physically affectionate than those in America. For example, it is a fairly common occurrence to see friends holding hands and/or hugging.
So I'm spacing out like no body's business on the ride home and on comes these two girls. Nothing special. I've seen Korean girls before and while, yes, they were both fairly attractive, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
So we're riding and they're talking and giggling and I have no idea what they are saying and its like that for a while. Finally a seat opens up and I motion for one of them to take it. One moves to take it, then stops, looking at the other, and let her take it. Nothing so terribly strange about that.
So we're riding and they're talking and I'm standing next to standing one and diagonal of the sitting one. Finally theres a bit of a break in their talking and the one sitting kinda bows her head down, kinda like the stereotypical sleeping public transportation person. Long day, no so strange.
A few more minutes and the one standing starts stroking the other girl's hair. Up until now I hadn't been watching their every move, but this one caught my eye. But I thought about it and let it pass, they could be sisters or really, really close friends or something like that, you know. So I shrug it off.
We start approaching this one station, forgot where exactly and I like to keep tabs on everyone getting on and off the train, purely because I'm paranoid like that, so I'm not in a trance anymore and I'm glancing around all secretively at the passengers. People shuffle in and out and finally things calm down and just as the doors are closing, the girl sitting down makes a weird sort of "Meep" noise. It all actuality it was really cute and I turned to smile at her in the least, because I feel that cuteness like that should be encouraged.
Just as I glanced over the one standing bent over and gave her a little kiss. Just a lil peck, nothing like it was "Go Time" or anything but it was most undoubtedly a kiss.
It made me feel really good. Not in a sense that I was like "YA BABY" (despite the fact that they were both [as stated previously] fairly attractive) but more like a sensation mixed between being happy for them as a couple and inspired by their bravery, given the general disposition toward lesbians in Korea.
It was cool.
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Thats really about it I suppose. I think I am going to start experimenting with Blogging again soon. Like, I am going to start posting in my Xanga and Live Journal, and I am musing the idea of beginning blogs elsewhere. Noted that (for now) its a simple copy and paste affair, everything will be the same, but I have a few audiences I'd like to reach out to that I as of yet have not connected with.
So, here gos yo.
Love ya. See yas soon.
~F
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Yes this is a real post. No the poem in my last post is not BY me but FOR me. Bweer.
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So up until the actual day of today shits been.... well.... kinda shitty. I say kinda because in retrospect (as is with most things) it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. Whatever.
Sunday rolls up and I'm so juiced and socrazy excite that I don't wake up when my alarm goes off and I oversleep an hour. I managed to pull a 10 minute get-ready (and look damn good mind you) and catch the next train from Suwon to....
... Jong Gak! Actualy theres not a thing there, but just a short walk and I reach Insadong.
WIKIALERT Insadong has been at the heart of nation's capital for 600 years and it has been the center of culture during the Joseon Dynasty (1392-1910). This is where the Ministry of Art was once situated. Insadong usually refers to the area from Anguk-dong Rotary to Tapgol Park in Jongno 2(i)-ga, past the Insadong Intersection. The notable features of Insadong are the countless alleys that branching out from the main street. Insadong was once known as 'Mary's Alley,' and is a favorite shopping spot among foreigners. /WIKIALERT
But thats not the cool thing. I met Master Yum there, a 27 year old LADY master that speaks rather excellent English. Has an American boyrfiend which kinda sucks, but shes beautiful and I can actually hold a conversation with her so shes my new favorite thing in Korea. (Til I go anyhow)
We straight up walked up and down Insadong several times (the whole place was changing every few minutes so even though its the same street, there was new stuff). Finally we stopped at a Starbucks and kicked it there for a while, got out of the sun.
The sound of music drew us out and we got a seat and watched a fairly sweet music demonstration of traditional Korean music, during which I was very suprised to realise someone was screaming my name in the crowd.
It was Mina's mom and two youngest sisters. Shit!? Right? So we run into each other and agree to meet for lunch later. We part.
So me and the master (while it was awesome) got tired of the whole music deal and walked around the areas surrounding Insadong, and I seriously can't believe what we found.
Coldstone. :O
So I drag the woman in and just like home they all yell out "Welcome to Coldstone!" (though in Korean. Everything was exactly the same. Everything from the wallpaper, the creations, sizes, drinks, mix-ins and the order they were arranged, messy ass back counter and the exact same smell as ones back home. I couldn't get over it. I got a love it sized Mint Mint Chocolate Chocolate Chip in a waffle cone.
I didn't get any pictures (Ok I am lying) but I am going back and when I do expect a full update.
They even sang when I tipped them. Except it was all in Korean with lil asian girls so I died four times over from the cute-overload. They taught me a Coldstone song in Korean and I taught them one in English. It was great.
After that, the call came in and we met up for the aforementioned lunch. Fairly straight forward. Afterwards though they bought me some little trinkets and made me promise to come see their family again, so I guess I can promise some more Mina and Mina sister pics soon to.
Not that it matters I guess. I come home May 30. :P
After that we pretty much walked around a little more, but since we were both so smoked from walking all day we called it quits and I caught a train home. I really wanna meet up with her again. :3
And not that it is really important, but I saw a lesbian couple on the train on the way home.
Well, wait, back up, a little background. Korea is basically about as anti-gay and lesbian as a nation can get. They won't stone you for liking the same sex, but you can expect a rough day in the hood if you so much as drop a hint that you're into that.
That said, girls that are friends with each other are alot more physically affectionate than those in America. For example, it is a fairly common occurrence to see friends holding hands and/or hugging.
So I'm spacing out like no body's business on the ride home and on comes these two girls. Nothing special. I've seen Korean girls before and while, yes, they were both fairly attractive, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
So we're riding and they're talking and giggling and I have no idea what they are saying and its like that for a while. Finally a seat opens up and I motion for one of them to take it. One moves to take it, then stops, looking at the other, and let her take it. Nothing so terribly strange about that.
So we're riding and they're talking and I'm standing next to standing one and diagonal of the sitting one. Finally theres a bit of a break in their talking and the one sitting kinda bows her head down, kinda like the stereotypical sleeping public transportation person. Long day, no so strange.
A few more minutes and the one standing starts stroking the other girl's hair. Up until now I hadn't been watching their every move, but this one caught my eye. But I thought about it and let it pass, they could be sisters or really, really close friends or something like that, you know. So I shrug it off.
We start approaching this one station, forgot where exactly and I like to keep tabs on everyone getting on and off the train, purely because I'm paranoid like that, so I'm not in a trance anymore and I'm glancing around all secretively at the passengers. People shuffle in and out and finally things calm down and just as the doors are closing, the girl sitting down makes a weird sort of "Meep" noise. It all actuality it was really cute and I turned to smile at her in the least, because I feel that cuteness like that should be encouraged.
Just as I glanced over the one standing bent over and gave her a little kiss. Just a lil peck, nothing like it was "Go Time" or anything but it was most undoubtedly a kiss.
It made me feel really good. Not in a sense that I was like "YA BABY" (despite the fact that they were both [as stated previously] fairly attractive) but more like a sensation mixed between being happy for them as a couple and inspired by their bravery, given the general disposition toward lesbians in Korea.
It was cool.
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Thats really about it I suppose. I think I am going to start experimenting with Blogging again soon. Like, I am going to start posting in my Xanga and Live Journal, and I am musing the idea of beginning blogs elsewhere. Noted that (for now) its a simple copy and paste affair, everything will be the same, but I have a few audiences I'd like to reach out to that I as of yet have not connected with.
So, here gos yo.
Love ya. See yas soon.
~F