When we last spoke I was having a rough day. I'd been dumped by Sophia, been duped by GnB into wearing a horrid Halloween costume, and been Ddong-Chimed by Korean kids all day long.
Needless to say, it was not a happy week.
So that was about 2 weeks ago - and now I am 2 weeks closer to my 9-day trip into the Bacuit Archipelago in the Philippines. The airfare alone is going to cost about $1000 which while unfortunate, is unavoidable (but it still makes me whine when I think about it). I am most excited about the flight from Manila to El Nido where after sitting in the little 19-seater plane, an hour later it will (hopefully!) touch down at El Nido airport on their little dirt runway. Have I mentioned that their passenger waiting terminal consists of a hammock tied to a tree?
So yeah, I'm looking very forward to that little excursion. I'll get my bikini line waxed before I go to ensure fish don't think that the little hairs are- ah forget it, I'll just go natural.
After I get back to Korea I'll only have a couple more weeks on the GnB contract before I am technically finished my time in Korea. I'll most likely be doing a month long winter camp for some extra cash before I then take off to Thailand for a couple weeks, and the rest of Asia a bit later.
Then I come home - visit everyone - and maybe hit Europe for a little bit- but rumor has it she's an expensive lady to explore.
The weather has gotten colder as of late, along with my disposition towards the children. These days when they yell "game!!!" excitedly as I saunter into the classroom I lackadaisically cover their eyes with the dirty tissues I've collected throughout the day (snot is a great inexpensive adhesive) place scissors in their anxious little hands and mutter "there. play". Sometimes I turn off the lights so I can sleep for a spell (they can't see if its light or dark anyhow). Their screaming and crying reminds me of the prostitutes bantering and bartering outside my window in Toronto.
I haven't exercised for months because I am a lazy bastard.
I went out with Blake and Katie (my new co-worker) last night before we went to this bar called 'Moes' in PNU to see a friends band play. Before we went out we ate a Korean dish called Chabu Chabu which is basically a gigantic soup that you put thin slices of beef in.
I didn't take this photo so this was not the exact meal I ate and later threw up.
Oh yes I threw up lots!. Last night though, unlike the first time I had Chabu Chabu so long ago (with Eunhee) I didn't have tons of SoJu and recently deceased octopus in my stomach - just some beer and beef! Anyways, at about 2'ish I left the bar (ignoring the pleas of so many for me to stay) and got in a cab.
The thing about Korean taxis is that they ignore all speed limits, drive through red lights, and generally like to tempt God. They also drive with one foot on the break so its a constant stop and go. But everytime you arrive at your destination alive, usually minutes after first stepping inside the kimchi-scented car, you know its the way to travel in Korea.
So I got into the taxi and the instant it lurched forward the chabu chabu mixed with the beer (and the one shot of free tequila I forgot to mention). For anyone whose seen Die Hard 3 - the bomb that the bad guys use have two separate mixed - one red, one white - they mix and seconds later, sometimes minutes later BOOM! It took all of my mental powers not to throw up everywhere - it was horrible. Dripping with sweat and staring at the ground I've never wanted to feel the sweet porcelain kiss of a toilet more.
The bomb from Die Hard 3 in case you were interested (Grandma?)
So aside from that - I have to sell my stuff pretty soon, organize plane tickets, and do all the Visa/immigration stuff.
This Monday evening GnB is having their final speech contest where about 40 students from our school compete against students from 10 other GnB schools in the area. Having tall hair and looking the whitest of the white the director basically told me that I'd be doing the MC'ing all evening. Super. Its not that I'm nervous about talking in front of 350 people or so - they won't understand me anyways - its that I have to stay on stage and watch the kids do these damn speeches and smile and laugh and nod and generally look amused (whereas Blake and Katie will most likely grab a nap). 3 hours - but tis better than working.
Okay, I have to go to sleep now. Bye bye
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