The Wandering Deity's World

Dear Diary,

Today, I am so happy. Today I  have a girlfriend. Her name is ****. She is beautiful. Her legs are very beautiful. Her lips are very soft. She says I love you and I say to her I love you too. She says we meet in girls toilet on lunchtime. I met her in girls toilet at 12 o'clock noon. She gave me a letter. She says I kiss her so I kiss her. Today I am so very happy. Today is the most important day of my life. 

That is the unedited version of T's diary, one of the smart-asses from my Elite Class, a future playboy, if I may say. He used to write about his favorite childish stuff. Come to think of it, all his entries prior to this one, were about computer, soccer and baseball games. And he would write it in a puzzle like manner, it sometimes takes me hours to edit his work. However, today, he was exceptionally careful with his composition. He even begged me to give him more time to finish his work.

As soon as I finished reading his memoir, I summoned him to press for the juicy details. Oh you know me, the nosey teacher from  hell. I am just a sucker for details! Bring it on baby! Spill out the details! Come on! Come on!

Our conversation went like this.  

Me: (Trying to be serious) Explain to me what is this all about.

T: (Whispering) Teacher please don't tell them. This is a secret. Nobody knows.

Me: (Whispering) Okay, but you are too young to have a girlfriend.

T: (Whispering) Teacher, I'm twelve.

Me: No, that is your Korean age. You're actually only eleven. That means you're still a baby.

T: (Furious) Nooooooooooo!!! I am not a baby anymore. I am twelve!

Me: (Whispering) Okay fine. Can I tell your sister?

T: (Very furious now) No teacher! You do that I push you out of the window!!!

Me: (Whispering) Okay. Fine. I won't. Calm down. Did you really kiss her?

T: (Smiling up to his ears) Yes!!!

Me: (Whispering) You can't kiss her. You're still a baby.

T: (Exasperated) Teacher, may I sit down now?

*End of conversation*

Hmp!

I'll let you know when T writes about his first date.

Three years ago, at exactly 6:35 pm, the plane from Manila landed in Incheon Airport. With a bag of hope tucked in my waist, I began my adventure in Korea with great apprehension and enthusiasm.

It goes without saying that my life here in Korea is indeed colorful. My destiny's changed. Like it or not, a lot of things happened beyond my wildest imagination, most of which, I blogged here.

Sadly though, it's been three years since I last saw my family. I can't wait to see them again. Oh well, I am not in the mood to be senti tonight. I am just tired.

Besides, I am kinda annoyed that I got e-mail notifications  re password change from Blog Explosion, Multiply.com and Blogspirit. Who the heck is trying to hack my account? Whoever that sad little person is? Duh? I feel sorry for you already. You have no life. Really. Why don't you watch some movies?

On a lighter note, blog friend rhey tagged me.  I have done this before but was too lazy to dig in my archives, so here goes again.

The rules and mechanics of this chain:

Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog! Let's begin…

7 Random facts about me:

Wait. Why don't I ask the BF first to do that for me. Let's see how well he knows me.

*** Go read his comment. ***

I am tagging Ally, G, Attator, Raven, EA, Petite, and B Monkey. 

A friend I met in yahoo 360 decided to close her site. She wrote in her last entry that she got tired of all the people picking on what she writes. It was so absurd because I find her entries totally amusing and entertaining, if not educational at times.

"...For whatever reason, some people find joy in observing a person's pain, then spreading malicious stories about that person to fellow internet users. Perhaps it satisfies their morbid curiosity and maybe those people have no real life of their own away from the internet..."

Her sentiments? I can totally relate to that.

Some time ago, I moved my blog to another site, to be closer to him. Apparently, there are people in that platform who got nothing else to do with their lives but poke fun on unsuspecting bloggers like me, repost what I wrote in their own blogsite, similar in some ways, pick on it and bitch about it. I totally ignored it. It came to a point where even my comments in his blog were made fun of. It was really pathetic. Eventually, he got tired of it all and decided to stop writing in that site. I followed suit. No sense keeping that blog anymore when there are other blogsites I am more welcomed. Sad that those people who made our lives difficult are the ones we thought would support us.

Here in blogspirit, where I write more, I also know some people who read my entries to poke fun on me. And these are the people I thought were my friends. But I don't mind. I never did worry about small things like spell check or grammar lapses. Who cares! I let them say whatever they want and post whatever "opinion" they deemed appropriate. I always delete them anyway. Haha! Nu-uh! I am not going to let you have your 5-minute fame at the expense of my blog! No way!

I guess it's high time to tell those readers who think that I write stupid, sorry but your opinion doesn't bother me at all. If you think that belittling me through my blog will make me feel inferior about myself... you are so damn wrong. I never did... don't... and... never will... ever care... if you don't read my blog. Like I write for your benefit. Hello. Think again. Who the freaking f***k you think you are?

I write because I want to document some of the things I experience here in Korea. In some ways, writing for me is purely an outlet, to ease the boredom. I write for no one else but me. I started blogging because I want to find ways of entertaining myself. I have no time to impress others. I write what I want to write when I feel like writing. Period. There may be instances that my entries are for specific friends -- the main reason of which is to share something with them, they, being true friends, whose friendship, touched me on more ways they could ever imagine. Other than that, I write for my own amusement.

Get a life scumbags and stay away from blogs you don't like to read! Shush!

Someday... I will grow old. Wrinkles and all. Vain no more.

Boy bands will come and go, but these guys will stay around -- eternally youthful and beautiful, withstanding the passing of time, monumental and resistive in collision with the modern era; for they, have created an institution of their own.

I woke up this morning thinking of all the music that plays around the house when I was growing up. These are but some of father's favorites.

No I am not really lonely. Please don't get that impression based on  the heading. I just couldn't think of a proper title for tonite's entry.

I told the BF that I am going to bed early and cut short our nightly talks, but...

I am not feeling well. And I don't like it. I am still trying to recover from iron deficiency which caused me to menstruate for more than 20 days; gave me constant irritation, pallor and other undesirable things that made me a total monster some weeks ago. I am trying to get my blood and sanity back and now this.

My tooth hurts so bad, it gives me pain beyond description. I didn't sleep good last night. And tonite, I tried to lie down but the searing pain is driving me nuts. However, I have to bear the torture because according to the dentist I consulted earlier, I  have to prep 300 bucks. I don't want gold filling. No sir. I just want my tooth fixed. Period. But 300 bucks? Was he really serious? The last time I had my tooth done, it cost me only 8 bucks, mainly because O let me use her insurance card. But now she's 3 hours and a half by airplane from me. Oh well.

Anyway, I was browsing through youtube to find some neat stuff when I came across this video of Godhead, thus the inspiration for the title. Godhead gives Eleanor Rigby some kind of uppity-techno-danceable version; it'll make one think if the Beatles (with the exception of Sir Paul) would dig Godhead's rendition, if ever they see it.

I think this video is cool though. And the lead guy of Godhead? I think he is ultra hot. Scary looking but yummy nonetheless.

I am going to bed. I am starting to have creepy stuff in my head.

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

~ The Beatles "Eleanor Rigby"

I walked towards the elevator and saw a Korean dude wearing a pink tie. Wow, Mr. Pink! Uber metrosexual. Nothing wrong with it. I thought he carried it with elan. Not many guys can pull that look.

We rode the elevator together. Disgusted, I noticed that the elevator went up to the 5th floor. He must be going up. But what the heck is he doing on the 3rd floor? None of my business. Annoyed that I can't check my outfit in the elevator mirror, I decided to concentrate on the bulletin about "Garbage Disposal Rules". It's new. Freshly posted. The one that the aparment building manager posted several months ago is gone. Hmm... They are serious eh? These Koreans are bloody anal about garbage disposal.

Anyone caught dumping trash without the prescribed garbage bag will be fined 200,000 won ($200).  Second offense will be 500,000 won ($500). Dump trash on the designated dumping sites and follow this rule strictly. Bla. Bla. Bla.

Yeah. I kinda follow that. I went over the bulletin again and rolled my eyes. I caught Mr. Pink staring at me. (Koreans love to stare, mind you). I pretended that I am annoyed with all these garbage thing-y rules. I am not really bothered. Ha! I am the RULE! Oh, yes. I AM THE RULE!

Finally, the elevator descended and it was time to face the world. Good-bye Mr. Pink. Hope your tie hooks you up with lots of hotties! Hehehehe.

I did what I had to do the whole day and came home exhausted. I forgot Mr. Pink, I remember the trash. I have to get rid of them. They are kinda annoying in the senses.

I went down to dump my trash. I was walking towards the store to buy something to eat when I heard:

*Prrt! Prrt! Prrt!*

Agassi! Agassi! (Miss! Miss!)

Holy sheet! Were those the garbage police? I am not going to fine 200 bucks. No, I am not going to be deported back to  the Philippines because I didn't buy any garbage bag! Sheeeeettttt!!! I was too flustered to even think about the headline tomorrow:  

"Pretty Filipina Caught in Violation of Garbage Rules"

If I were in the Philippines, the tabloid headline would read: "Nakulong Dahil sa Basura!" (Jailed For Trash!)

Ewwwwww! That sounds so gay already.

I turned around and flashed my toothy grin to the guy who whistled. There were three of them actually. They came out of the dark. I didn't see them before. No. They must be hiding under those cars parked infront of the dump site. Ugh!

They asked in Korean (naturally, they thought am Korean) where my trash is. I pointed the grocery bag full of stuff I won't even think about enumerating  here. They also asked  why I didn't use the appropriate garbage bag. I suddenly can't understand Korean. I simply smiled and asked them in English what they were talking about. I know they are talking about the rules.

Yes I hear you fine but I can't understand Korean now. I have this ability of shutting down myself from the outer world. Seeeeeeeeee? I am an alien. Nope. Sorry. Cheoneun Hangeul mal mulayo. Moteyo! ((I don't know Korean. Can't!)

They also asked where I am from, where I live, etcetera, etcetera. Frustrated that they could not make me understand them, they decided to escort me to the store and told the store manager to give me garbage bags. They even helped me transfer the stuff unto the bag. How sweet of them. I bought the rest of the things I needed to buy and noticed them still tailing me.

They tried to explain the "Garbage Disposal Rules" again in English. Enough! I just smiled and bowed back and forth, short of saying, I know, I know... 

Then out of nowhere, Mr. Pink appeared. He asked the 3 guys what was going on. They told him that they caught me and that I am a foreigner and I am not probably aware of the rules. I left them blabbering in Korean.

As I was going inside the apartment building, I heard Mr. Pink told the 3 stooges in high pitch: "She can understand Korean! I saw her read the rules in the elevator this morning! I know she can understand them!"

Mr. Pink is head of the garbage stalkers? He's too corporate to be watching garbage violators. Duhhhhhh!!!

Oh well. Game over. I bought the bags. I dumped the trash properly. Good bye Mr. Pink! See you when I see you! I still hope your pink tie hooks you up with lots of hotties! Go get 'em!

Whew! That was close.