so i think i've found my new favorite game to play here in korea. i think i'll call it the "answer your handuh-pone" game. it's simple to play: when your cell rings and you don't recognize the number, answer it. nine times out of ten it'll be the wrong number. if that's the case, the caller is most likely korean and can't speak a lick of english. when the caller responds with "yeoboseyo?" say "hello" again. count how many times this goes back and forth, and try to beat your previous record- you'll be shocked with the results! bonus points if you hear a "ney?" at one time or another.
in other news, i have a few more pictures to put up. last night we got together for pizza, beer, and movies. the movie part didn't happen because there was a lot of talking going on, and we ended up taking our business to the noraebang behind my apartment, which i suspect might also be a brothel of some sort because when alisun went to buy some more time, one of the girls thought she was trying to buy her. it was downstairs and kind of shady and one of the rooms had pictures of naked girls. strange. oh but one thing that's funny about us is the fact that we can't do anything normally. oh no, we have to go all out and get dressed up. tom put on one of my cloth belts, looking a bit like the karate kid, and then put his bike hemet on over that (remember kids, we were within walking distance of this noraebang.) alisun put a skirt on and looked like a school girl with her knee socks and blazer. aaron was sporting a bandana, gangsta style, and melissa had one of my weird crocheted hats. and i ended up feeling like a 2 year old girl who always has to get her way so her parents let her wear whatever she wants, because i think i was wearing every article of clothing i owned. hard to see in the pictures, but i was wearing my chihuahua socks, which peeked out of my sequined shoes, jeans with a white peasant skirt over that, a long-sleeved shirt with my new sweater shirt over that, and my purple velvet blazer over that. and a black hat to boot. seriously koreans must think foreigners are the weirdest people ever.
as i'm sitting here typing, i'm enjoying some wonderful western-style food. my parents brought some maple syrup with them, and i finally got all of the pancake making ingredients. whipped them up this morning and they're like HEAVEN. seriously, not to toot my own horn, but i'm gonna anyway, i don't think i've ever made better pancakes. the added banana was a nice touch, also. it's a nice treat seeing how i was really looking forward to getting som pancakes last week when we had the breakfast buffet at the marriott, but i was seriously disappointed with the pancakes... tasted too much like pancake mix, and not even a good mix at that. oddly enough i ended up having a korean/japanese breakfast of rice, raw salmon, and bulgogi. funny how things like that work. i also picked up some nestle quick and added that to my coffee this morning so i also have a nice chocolate-y coffee going on.
it's funny how the western thing is going though. i am eating a lot of normal foods, as well as korean meals, but the "normal" foods i'm eating are pretty limited. i do enjoy a good subway sandwich once in a while, make pasta here and there. most of the time it's me and triangle kimbap. i actually went to the outback right next door to me the other night... only took me over three months to get there... but it was nice because i was actually having a craving for a pina colada the other day and lo and behold they had that on the menu. i had to order "two pina coladas... one for each hand. let's set sail with captain morgan oh we'll never leave dry land" sorry i always do that. anyway, i did have to order two because the first one was so good i downed it within like 1 minute- i don't think the waiter even left the table because he was sticking around for food orders and so i got to order another before he left. anyway, i also ordered some cheese fries, which i couldn't really do. i'm not that big on fried foods anyway, but now that it's pretty much completely out of my diet, it's only a matter of seconds after eating it that i feel like i'll throw up if i eat any more. same thing happened with the pizza last night, it was actually good pizza, but everytime i picked up a piece to eat it i'd get that same "i might throw this up later" feeling. nice, huh?
ok well here are some pictures from last night.
darth tom ordering an hour at the desk
alisun and melissa rockin' out, don't remember the song though
aaron's born in the usa (or canada)
smells like teen spirit