Entries for August, 2003

I went to the Hollywood Bowl tonight. Korean soprano singer Sumi Jo was performing with the Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra. I was surrounded and jostled by over 15,000 other Koreans, with their little towels, seat cushions, binoculars, and picnic baskets filled with kimbap, dduk, and the sort.

I guess it's some kind of unspoken, sacred Korean law that states you must bring everything you possibly can to a two-hour concert. You'd think you're going on a week-long road trip. It took all four of my family members to carry our things from the car to our seats. My mom even popped two bags of popcorn ahead of time and put it in a little baggie for us to "enjoy." Apparently, everyone loved the singing. They kept begging for more. And more. And more.

Korean people cannot pronounce the word "Encore."

"ENG KOHL!! ENG KOHL!!"

Written by jihwan at 11:56 PM.

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I be a gansta. I walk around with my pants hangin off my crotch and my oh-so-cool visor on sideways on my otherwise empty head. Of course I have my hair spiked, which is the 'gangsta' way, and my blingin fake diamond earring in my left ear is bangin'. Don't forget the chain around my neck. It's all shiny, and that's why people should look at me and think I'm cool. The chain is symbolic of my voluntary slavery to society, although I don't know it because I'm stupid. Oh yeah, getting good grades in school is messed up. Succeeding in life? Fo'get that, mofos! I be chillaxin wit mah homeboyz until I land myself in jail or get shot on the streets of LA. Holla back!!

I also consider myself cool because I hang around with other gangstas, kickin' it in and around my fixed up Integra. Of course I have to have an aZn ride, you heah me, right? The tinted windows, the custom spoilers, the gansta-style mufflers, ya'll know the drill. The fact that the law says I can't drive around on the streets over 45 mph doesn't deter me and my homiez from draggin it up on our stretch, homes. The law is only there for my safety and the safety of others, bish. The law is below me and my boyz. We do whateva we want. We be blastin our rap music [the official music genre of ganstas] on our subs and amps in a very subtle attempt to blast our own eardrums off.

Plus, I be buzzin it at NRBs all night wit mah crew, then maybe crash at someone's crib fo'da night. I also say words like "nigga [even though I'm not black and if a black person ever heard me say that I'd be dead], wangsta [for all the 'fake' ganstaz out there], and chillin. It's the official stupid talk of ganstas worldwide. And don't forget squeezin in the word "fuck" in between every other word, homes. And though I claim to have amazing kick-ass abilities, I seem to be unable to do anything to anyone without 5 of my boys behind me. But it's ok. It's all good, cuz I'm a gansta.

Me and my crew just be kickin it down in Ktown, hittin' the PC Bangs and wastin ourselves and our youth by drinkin and smokin it away. But no probs, nigga. It's all in mah family here, man. My boyz be my family. We be closer than rice on aZn, mothafuckas! So if you don't like the way we live here in da ghetto, homes, then we be gonna be like rollin up to yo'z cribs and blast it full of fuckin holes, bish.

Payce out. [does the signature crossed-finger-with retarded arm position salute]

Note: this be the most literate english me n mah boyz could ever muster up wit our combined knowledge of street talk. The fact that an intelligent kid named Jihwan typed it up fo us don't mean nuttin shiz. Got it? Holla back, THUG LIFE!!

Written by jihwan at 03:18 PM. Filed under Rants.

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I went to my friend's house. We sat down to the History channel, [don't ask] in which four guys were being trained in the usage of olde english-style muskets. That got us thinking.

If I were to go back in time with a single machine gun, what would have happened? I would have been king of the world, no problem. Octavian? Pfffft. Alexander the Great? Hah!! Napoleon? I laugh!! Imagine, one guy with a machine gun against a whole army of men armed with swords. It would be the greatest fun in the world to just mow them down, watching their expressions as the MESSENGER OF FIRE rained down pure hell on them from afar. OH, THE JOYFUL POSSIBILITIES!!!

That leads me to the subject of time travel. Nothing fancy, just the thought of it. Wouldn't it be cool? I could bet serious money on the Super Bowl. I could attempt to prevent 9-11. [not that those bastards in Washington would believe me. CURSED AMERICAN GOVERNMENT!!] I could invest in Microsoft and become a billionaire. Heck, I could INVENT Microsoft!!! HAH!!! What was that, Billy? I thought so. Shut up before I backhand you into a rosebush.

Once again, that leads me to the subject of "time wrinkles." You know, the concept fabricated by imagination-breaking-sorry-to-burst-your-bubble-party-pooper scientists. Those scientists. Always so practical. WE JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!!! LEAVE US ALONE!!!

[in a whiny, nasal voice] "If you were to go back in time, you would not know what you would change in the present. Therefore, by the laws of physics and science, time travel would be too risky. [whine whine] I'm a stupid, spineless scientist who can't think outside of my own arrogance. [whine whine] I'm also very lonely, and my only companion is my computerized bed-pal that simulates a woman's breathing sounds."

What did Jihwan rant about today? Time travel, how much it would kick butt, and hateful, snobby scientists. Yep. I'm covered for the day. Goodbye.

Written by jihwan at 11:17 PM. Filed under Rants.

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Strange. Nowadays, a whole LOT of people are asking me why I don't have a girlfriend. My simple response was, "I don't want one." They kept bugging me for the reasons. Fine. FINE. You REALLY want to know? FINE. Here I go.
[someone in the back yells, "OH, GREAT JOB!!! Now you made him go into RANT-MODE!!!]

I have nothing against the female species. Nothing at all. If anything, people would say I'm a bit of a flirt. However, there are some very valid reasons I tend to make obscene, wet farting noises whenever conversation turns to girlfriends. And yes, I am very biased. And no, I don't care if you don't agree with me.

I have an analogy I use quite often. girlfriends :: guys as leeches :: anything with blood. Quite true, isn't it? No? Allow me to expand. Girlfriends do three things:

1) Take your money - Guys pay for the movie. Guys pay for the food. Guys pay for the little sticker pictures for $5 a pop. Guys pay for the big 'ol bears and flowers on Valentine's day. Guys pay for the cotton candy and the little tokens at the carnival. Guys pay for lunch. Guys pay for dinner. In the equation, do you see the word "girl" anywhere? No? Strange.

2) Take your time and space - How much alone time does a guy get with the phone ringing every night? How much studying time does he get when his girlfriend wants to talk about who kissed who at school or what Keanu Reeves was wearing at the Academy Awards? How much guy time does he get with his friends when lovergirl wants to watch "How to lose a guy in 10 days?" In all seriousness, Every spare minute of a guy's life tends to get pulled into his girlfriend's life as readily as Captain Kirk gets sucked into a black hole. [although the crew of the Enterprise seems to escape these little scuffles unscathed.]

3) Take no notice of your good deeds and complain about your little mistakes - "Sure, he got me $400 worth of gifts. And yes, he did dedicate his whole week putting together my surprise birthday party. And he was there for me when my dog died [probably because of revulsion], comforting me. But that STILL doesn't give him the right to laugh at my new tank top!!" Give me a BREAK. Get off your throne, miss, and get a life. Shut up and go away. Please. Jump off YM magazine headquarters or something.

Did you recognize a pattern? No? Let me enlighten you. Notice that all three points I made circulated around the word TAKE. Now you get it? Nowhere on earth will you see the words "give" and "girl" in the same sentence. You see, girlfriends tend to think that by acting cute and mushing up to you, they can become royalty. And I do not have the time nor the patience to put up with that kind of bull.

And that, in short, is why I do not have a girlfriend.

Note: I KNOW not all girlfriends are not like that. I KNOW. Stop complaining.

Written by jihwan at 10:18 PM. Filed under Rants.

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Today, a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to go to the beach with her and a few others. Besides the fact that I have summer school, I despise the beach. I actually liked the beach when I was younger. It was when I grew a brain that I discovered that it wasn't all it was cut out to be. I'd rather go take a cold shower.

The cool wind, the white sands, the soothing sound of waves hitting the shore, the warm California sun toasting your body, the salty smell of the wide Pacific.. They're all horrible. Yes, horrible.

First off, the salt water gets on your body. And once you go into the water, you must STAY in the water. If you step out for an hour, the water evaporates. And thanks to the mass of salt atoms, what's left to crust on your body? Good 'ol sodium chloride. It's a disgusting feeling.

Then, the sun. What the heck is its problem? All.. bright.. and.. stuff. Sunscreen doesn't help. No ma'am. All it manages to do is attract sand to stick onto my body. Which, by the way, is not pleasant. And for a week after you come back, you peel. And peel. And PEEL. Last time I went to the beach, I was peeling stuff the size of Delaware off my chest for days.

The worst part about the beach: the sand. What's up with that, anyway? It seems to get into everything and everywhere. It somehow finds its way into your nose. And ears. And.. other.. places. Plus, when you're about to leave, you have to go wash all the sand off with the water. Then, you realize as you're walking back to your car, the sand re-sticks to your now-wet feet. Curses. Then, the salt, the first effects of sunburn, and the sand all combine forces to make the ride home like an "Oprah" marathon.

Plus, I don't feel like driving 45 whole minutes to get to the beach. If my kids ever want to go to the beach, I'll buy them an ice cream bar and tell them to shut up.

Note: After hearing my point of view, my friend decided she didn't want to go to the beach anymore.

Written by jihwan at 07:56 PM. Filed under Rants.

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Temporarily departing from the frivolous entries that have found their way into my journal for the past few weeks, I actually had a serious thought today. It nagged me almost all day, and I didn't like it. At all. You know the kind. The kind of thought that's a constant splinter in the back of your head, preventing you from accomplishing anything.

I think I'm losing my zeal for success. Sure, I have a pretty good direction in life. And I know what I have to do to get there. But I'm lost on the concept of "earning" your way in life. We've grown up believing that working hard will bring us success, that nothing is impossible if you try your very hardest for your goals. I'm beginning to doubt one the only reason I've worked hard thus far. I believed that with hard work, great rewards would be reaped. Now, I'm really not sure.

I see people that have worked and struggled for a place in society's hierarchy. They've poured their hearts and souls into their lives, with sweat running down their faces and bitter tears to follow. And yet they don't see an ounce of success. None. All they get is heartbreak, discouragement, and slander. They get pushed even further down into their fruitless poverty with tear-jerking curses and degradations.

Then, I turn on the TV and numbly witness people that collect their windfalls with the dignity and pride of one who's worked for it. The abusive drunkard that wins the lottery, the high school dropout that gets drafted by the NFL, the lazy, drug-addicted kids born into wealth.. Every time I see those completely undeserving fools, it discourages me to no end. I emotionally and mentally sag. It almost makes me want to throw my hands up in the air and give up.

I don't want to believe that success comes with luck. I don't. I want to believe that God rewards those who work for their dues. But it's getting really hard.

Written by jihwan at 09:33 PM.

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Ah-nold eez run-eeng for governor. He eez very seree-uz about deez. Und he veel try heez very best to uphold ze Republican partee. Yes. That would be the day. Although I have my doubts of Arnold's ability to run the state, it's fun to entertain the idea for a while, nevertheless.

Can you imagine his campaigns? "He is back. And he will TERMINATE taxes."
It'll be great. And the media will have a field day. Of course, his opponents will try to discredit him with his lack of government experience, until Arnold slams them through the press conference table. EEZ YOU GOING TO TALK ABOUT AH-NOLD IN ZAT VAY? I THOUGHT NOT. SCHNELL!!!

Ho boy, California would kick so much butt with the Terminator as governor. Sure, we may fall deeper into the financial abyss, and who knows? Maybe the whole system will collapse. But it would still be fun to watch City Hall decked with old movie posters and filming props.

And can you imagine the speeches? Oh, I'm drowning in mirth.

Vote Ah-nold!! [or else..]

Written by jihwan at 11:30 PM.

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To those who know me, this complaint must seem monotonous. However, when I was attacked most viciously by a horde of aZn QTs, bewildering me with their overexcessive use of the phrase OMG, ROFL, LMAO, BRB, LOL, and such garbage, I was compelled to try another attempt to turn back this tide of madness.

The offenders seem to be in the female age group of 12-15, and mostly within the racial vicinity of Asians [namely, Koreans]. Not only does this style of typing frustrate the average reader, it gives the fleeting impression that you're another one of society's submissive sheep. I've taken the liberty to question a few people of the reasons as to why this horrendous violation of human intelligence is taking place. Here are some answers I've received, along with a rebuttal for each.

Q: wHy dO yOu tYpE LiKe tHis?
A: Because it's fun and cute!! And everyone's doing it!!
--Granted, it may be fun, in your brain-dead world. However, I doubt that anyone who has to decipher this load of computerized hieroglyphics thinks you "cute." Maybe "cute" means making the other person bash his head into the keyboard repeatedly. And the fact that you mention you do it because "everyone's doing it" adds to the fact that you're a slave to pop culture.

Q: Whiee doo yooh misspell eburythang?
A: It makes it easier and faster to type!! And everyone's doing it!!
--It makes it easier to type? Since when is mai easier to type than my? And I suppose yooooh & meeeh is faster to type than you & me. Oh, and it would take a whole 1/10th of a second more to add the vowels in words, huh? girl = grl, Korean = krn, and crazy = crzy. Stupid excuse. And here we are again with the "everyone's doing it" reason. Stop it.

Q: Why must you have the same generic IDs?
A: Because they're cute!! ..And.. everyone's doing it!!
--Let me give some examples of some common words used to describe this unique group of people.

grl, krn, balla, kp, xX--Xx, angl, angel, 1004 [chun sah =angel in Korean], prncess, baby, bby, cutie, QT, xD, xP, homeboi, homegrl, and replacing "i" with "1."

If AOL Instant Messenger didn't limit the length of screen names, a typical Korean guy's screen name would probably go something like this:

xXlilxKPxbAllAbO1xcRzYxhOmEbO1xGaNgStaK1dxKrNxb1sHXx

All you're doing is tagging yourself as yet another mindless robot to conformity. "Everyone's doing it.." There were more questions and equally intelligent answers, but for the sake of the readers that have been reduced to seizures and convulsions, I'll stop here. And for the love of humanity, PLEASE LEARN TO TYPE!!!

Written by jihwan at 02:29 AM. Filed under Rants.

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After summer school today, I was talking with a few of my friends on the subject of flavors. Have you noticed that artificially flavored strawberry doesn't taste like actual strawberry? If it tasted like real strawberries, it would have more of a sour taste, wouldn't it?

That goes for a lot of other fruit flavors, too. Artificial grape doesn't taste like grape. Watermelon isn't watermelon. Cherry isn't cherry. However, when we taste something that we recognize, we automatically think, That's watermelon, or This tastes like grape. We've been brainwashed into recognizing the wrong flavors for certain fruits. I've come up with two possibilities as to what went wrong.

It's not possible to recreate the actual flavors of the fruits in the laboratory. Which wouldn't be a bad thing, really. Just kinda disappointing, considering we homo sapiens have managed to clone sheep and whatnot. I mean, we've been to space, we've developed robots the size of dust particles, and we have the capability of mechanical laser surgery. And we can't make synthetic grape? Stupid scientists.

It's all a conspiracy. While this theory is a bit less probable, I'm leaning toward this one. Maybe the government has restricted the genuine flavors because concentrated amounts of certain fruits would give the general population the intelligence to recognize that America's going down the crapper. They'd like to keep us submissive and bovine, wouldn't they? Cursed government.

I'm actually eating a strawberry flavored Creme Saver right now. But I'm suspicious of it. I halfway have the mindset to spit it out.

But I'm glad they can at least make artificial flavors taste good.

Written by jihwan at 01:25 PM.

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If I had a choice to be any type of insect, I think I would choose to be a fly. Sure, they're gross and all, but have you seen those things fly? Wow. Flies can FLY. Up, down, left, right, forward, backward, zip, zip, zip. They can turn incredibly well in midair, and can acrobatically take on anything that flies. Flies OWN the air. Compared to a fly, the most advanced jet is a fat, lumbering cow. The most graceful bird is a 400 pound ballerina in a Russian theater. F-16 Tomcats? Peregrine falcons? Get out. Bow to my awesome fly-ness.

Plus, they're really hard to catch. Try swatting a fly with your hand. Difficult. Very difficult. But I think the main reason I think I want to be a fly is the sneakiness factor. I could virtually peep in on anyone I wanted to. Hmm.. those little eyes may be a drawback though. A thousand mirror images of everything you see? I think I'd get dizzy. Oh well. Strap a tiny little camera onto my little fly abdomen and I can be the world's greatest spy.

SPYFLY. I like it.

Written by jihwan at 10:30 PM.

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A couple days ago, a friend of mine was contemplating on a birthday gift for her friend. I kindly and selflessly volunteered to jump out of a cake in a thong, singing "Happy Birthday" in a sexy voice with a seductive look on my face. That made me realize that I would make such a great present. Think about it. I am:

Easy to maintain - All I require is a bit of attention each day, and lots of love. Which won't be hard, because I'm so lovable.

User-friendly - No longer must you struggle to make your wishes known. A simple request, and I'm there, ready for your pleasure-needs.

Compatible with females of all ages - Yes. Forgot to mention that part. I am meant for the use of females only. For all you guys out there, sorry. This product does not do the homosexual thing. [for more information on "Homo-Order-A-Friend," simply click here.]

Cute and adorable - Everyone will love the bubbly, spunky personality of Jihwan, and can have endless fun discovering just how much joy he brings to everyone. [males not included]

Affordable - For a relatively low price, one can enjoy all the benefits of having me as a gift. With one easy payment of all the money you have [your soul may do], Jihwan can be in YOUR home, brightening up your household!!

Call 1-800-WANT-HIM and order your Jihwan today!!

Written by jihwan at 12:03 AM.

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Well, my sister and I are off to Korea. If I can find a connection to the central communication entity of the world [known as the internet to some], and have enough time to collect my thoughts, I'll try to update. If not, I guess you'll have to live with the consolation that I'll be back in about 10 days. Don't miss me too much, you hear?

Written by jihwan at 09:26 PM.

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All right, the first thing about Northwest Airlines is that they are extremely unreliable. About 10 minutes before the scheduled takeoff, the captain sheepishly tells us that there is a problem with the gauge system. So we taxi back to the gate, and after a 2-hour wait, the results came in. The system that informs the pilot of malfunctions was malfunctioning. What. The. Hell.

After the 11-hour flight to Tokyo [no sleep whatsoever], we didn't even get to see the sights because we were gonna miss our connecting flight to Seoul. ROAR. I finally saw my grandparents for the first time in 12 years!! WOOO!!

It's 8:30 in the mornin here. The weather's rainy, but hot. I'm sweating bullets as I'm typing this. I saw two of my cousins [13 and 10], and I'm expecting to see a few more of them tonight.

One more thing. I have to give props to the Korean car companies. They are the first to make the ugliest average cars on the road. Even under bad conditions, you can usually come up against a car that makes you go "wow." Not here. They're all really weird-looking, bright golden hunks of twisted metal. It looks like they tried to go for the "futuristic" look, but somehow missed something during the process. Missing something, as in, a DESIGN?!

All in all, I'm having a good time. I hope you people back in the U.S. are holding on ok without me. More updates that no one cares about: Later.

Written by jihwan at 04:39 PM.

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It's 9 in the morning. I'm at yet another cousin's house, recovering from a long night. We'd taken the subway clear across Korea, gotten to my cousin's neighborhood about 10, and sneaked into a Noraebang until 11, and sang our hearts out. We then ran home, sweaty and grimy, mosquito-ridden, made up some story about missing multiple trains due to an energy crisis of some sort, and hit the sack. It was great.

One thing I noticed about Korea is the kids' independence. Back in the U.S., kids need their parents to take them everywhere and accompany them where ever they go. Here, 5-year-olds walk themselves to school, go out to the playground to play, and go to the local barber shop to get a haircut. It's different, but I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing. I walk outside at midnight and see 9 or 10-year olds on the street playing arcade games and the whole shebang. It teaches the kids to be more mature, that's for sure.

Holy bejeezus it's humid here. Back home, it'd be 110 degrees and it's be ok. Here, it's about 85, and I sweat just as much standing still as I would playing basketball.

Went to the Namdaemun market yesterday. It's friggin crowded, yet strangely fun and exciting. You got people yelling out sales pitches to sell their fried pigs' feet, and there are girls dressed in white and orange space suits handing out pens with an Ahn nyung ha sae yo" and a little bow. You've got the incredible humidity of Korea doubled with the huge, surging mass of hot, sweaty bodies pressing against you with a fierceness to cause claustrophobia, and it's all part of the casual lifestyle. Where in the U.S. can you experience that kind of gathering?

Well, I'm off to go see a showing at the theater and maybe go to the beach for some basketball. We'll see how good these Gooks are.

Written by jihwan at 05:22 PM.

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My sister and I are getting shipped from place to place everywhere. Every night, we spend it at a different relative's place. We are like the ugly mutt that no one wants. Except everyone DOES want us. So I'm being stupid again. ANYWAY. Went to LotteWorld, the Disneyland of Gooksgaloreland. A large part of it was indoors, and although small, it was a fun place.

Note: about 80% of the people there were couples. Holding hands, linking arms, sharing sausages that don't quite look like sausages [sorry for the image], wearing matching shirts and shorts, they surrounded me. They taunted me. They inwardly laughed at my current "single-ness."

Looking at them almost makes me want to repeal my "No Girlfriend" law. Almost. It seemed like it would've been really nice to watch the lights parade with a girl to snuggle up with on the bench and stuff.

I'm getting unreasonably sappy again. I'm off to the movies with a few of my cousins at 10 at night to take my mind off this girlfriend thing. Of course, there will always be couples at the theaters. Woe is me.

Written by jihwan at 05:19 AM.

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I didn't realize I had so many cousins in Korea. Sure, I heard about them, and talked to them on the phone a few times, but now that I'm running around hanging out with each of them, I think we could create a baseball league or something. Not that the Gooks here play sports.

Let me start from the top and work my way down the hierarchy of life we call "age."

명선 - 22 [he's about to go to the army in a few days]
명철 - 20 [he's studying at a Theological Seminary]
여훈 - 19 [he got accepted into one of the top universities in Gookland, and doesn't feel like going to high school anymore]
신욱 - 17 [he's about to go to Pennysylvania as an exchange student, so he's a high school dropout until he flies over]
여경 - 15 [apparently, he's very popular with the schoolgirls here]
명재 - 13 [he's skinny]
현아 - 12 [she's the one that my friend wants to marry]
신영 - 11 [she's weird]
현재 - 10 [he's round]
주순 - 9 [he's buff]
여건 - 8 [he's talkative and pees a lot]
장순 - 7 [he has a big head]
여정 - 6 [she's gonna be real pretty when she gets older]
여은 - 4 [she's gonna be prettier]

Those are only my first cousins. The older ones are cool, but the little ones run around biting my ankles and headbutting my crotch. One thing I know: the adults need to make use of the Y chromosome sperm. My family has a surplus of males, those barbaric brutes. We need some more of a feminine feel to the family gatherings. If our family get-togethers were a movie, it would have to be Lord of the Rings or something. Millions of males and about 2 females. Sounds about right.

Departing from nonsensical jabbering: I love the no curfew thing they have here. Two of my cousins, my sister, and I went out around 9:30 pm, went to the arcade and a few stores, watched a movie, spent a good few hours at a pc bang, got something to eat, and came home. It was 5 in the morning. I also love how everything is so much cheaper here. So far, I've gotten 10 cds and a few shirts, and we're going shopping today for some more goodies.

Signing out,

Mr. Born-in-Korea-but-moved-to-America-at-a-young-age-but-is-visiting-so-is-he-a-FOB-or-not-needs-to-find-his-identity-dude

Written by jihwan at 06:41 PM.

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Tomorrow, I'm flying back to the states. There are just so many things to take into consideration before I leave, though. The formalities of departures, traditional etiquette, and all that good stuff must be remembered.

I got a new pair of glasses. If I say so myself, I look very sexy and intelligent in them. I also got a Gook-style haircut by this dude that could've been a homo. A pretty girl washed my hair. *smile*

I bought a BB gun. I'm thinking of smuggling it into the U.S. Except that airport security isn't shoddy enough to let a "gun-looking" thing through. It'd better not be. I thought about disassembling it and putting it into different luggages, but I realized that since real guns could be taken apart also, security would pick the parts off easily. It's all because of the cursed terrorists!!! RAWR!!

Maybe at the very second that my bags pass through the scanner, an earthquake will hit, and airport security will be distracted enough for me to take my luggage and quickly and inconspicuously walk past. Unless they don't have earthquakes in Korea. Hmm.. A fire, perhaps? Flood? Harisu walking by?

I don't think this will work.

Written by jihwan at 07:09 PM.

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Korea pictures are up.

Written by jihwan at 09:43 PM.

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