Monday, September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
I RECEIVED the barrage of text messages below from a potential language exchange, all in the space of five minutes before I had replied to the first message.
"^^;; can u come in msn?"
"i'm not familiar with text in english"
"photo is important to meet together?^^ll" (I had asked could I see a photo of her earlier. Yes, yes, so I'm a lecherous pervert.)
"i don't care how you look like" (Oh, yes, and I watch French cinema for its captivating use of silence and monosyllabic, inconsequential dialogue.)
"i don't make a friend by their appearance" (I bet if I had an anus affixed to my forehead you'd reconsider that position.)
"i don't judge them by their appearance^^" (Really keen to drive this point home. I never doubted you for a second!)
"i add your address on my msn" (OK.)
"what brings you come to
You have to admire the persistence -- even where persistence is not required whatsoever.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
A salary will be nice for a change too. The soles are coming away from my soles. My jeans -- my only pair -- are wearing thin. My laptop is slower than a college dropout with a cannabis addiction; and it's missing four keys. But it's not as though the English language has much use for 'k', 'm', 'n' or 'l' anyway, right? No one likes those constants anyway . . .
I've gotten to a point where I'm just about comfortable here. Yes, the novelty of everything is beginning to fade, but I've also come over the inevitable cultural hump of frustration and loneliness that at times marred my first month or so in Korea. I feel good about the next few weeks and months. I'm happy to be here a while.
I'll always be a citizen of Ireland. Assuming Fianna Fail and the Greens manage not to literally sink her beneath the Atlantic, she'll there when I come back.
And in the meantime, if I get homesick enough, there are always those ₩ 9,000 pints of Guinness on sale in every second bar in Seoul. But you know what?
I haven't been tempted yet.