The Wandering Deity's World

This is the joke that generated various reactions from people of all walks of life. Need I say why?

I don't like Paris personally (and I bet she doesn't give a dang shit about that, like who the hell are you MJ?) but when I saw this, I was like, ugh, that's kinda unethical. I mean, she's going to prison and all, what's the big deal of making fun of her in national television, with over a million people watching? That's kinda harsh. Nobody deserves that.

It's the same way with ORDINARY people, who, to GENERATE a little amusement to entertain his/her peers, poke tasteless jokes at someone else's expense, thinking it's CUTE. It's not. IT'S F*#@%ING NOT AMUSING! What if it's done to you, what would you feel?

Losers. Why are there so many of them in this world?

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!

I am having problems collecting from my former lady boss. She kicked me out from her school a month ago on the account of charging a ridiculously high salary as an ESL teacher, which is totally inappropriate because as far as I am concerned, I am not earning that much from that school.

Anyway, to show how unstable her minute brain is, she decided to retain me for the Wednesday classes. I, being a push-over, stayed. But the travel time is killing me, I decided to just let it go. I brought a friend the other day to replace me. Boss was so totally upset, to the point of threatening to sue me. What the heck? She hasn't even paid me and yet she was what? Oh, you just gotta love her.

After so much drama and a bundle of lies as to why I can't work in her school anymore (I can not decidedly tell her the truth about the other school), she hired my friend and promised that she will give my pay at the end of my classes. Came closing time, the boss disappeared. I asked the Korean teacher to call her and ask about my pay. Boss said she will have it deposited in my bank account the following morning.

Morning came, no deposit. Afternoon came, no deposit. Evening came, I was getting frustated. I needed the money to pay the room rent! I sought the help of my co-teacher and told her to call the lady boss. Witch boss said she will pay me next week, when I make my turn over to the new teacher. Bloody! Didn't I tell her clearly that I won't be coming in anymore the next Wednesday? I thought I spoke loud and clear in Korean when I told her that.

I gave up! If she's going to pay me, she would have done so a long time ago. I am not going to beg for my salary! I told my friend not to go there anymore this Wednesday. An eye for a blackeye, a tooth for a toothpick!

I told O about the whole story... and that is what she wrote back. Her soul is being barbecued in hell. I wonder if the devils would even like her flesh! I bet the demons are so screaming: "GROSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

You are the cleverest vilest person I have ever known in my life. How does it work?

Simple.

Call his girlfriend a retard, twist her words and make her sound like a moron, insult her comments, send her poisonous anonymous messages and earn the wrath of her boyfriend. Let things cool off for a while. Now, the creme de la creme: tell the kids to call his kids and invite them over for a BBQ.

As hair is to Samson, children are to Chaos. Perfect. Who can't say no to that? If his girlfriend freaks out, then she really is a total retard for not being fair. Come on girl, sod off. It's all for the kids, remember?

Why do I get the feeling that I KNEW this coming all along? I never get mad...

For five straight days this week, I had a row with my bosses. It started last Monday when they called while I was on my way to school and demanded why I was getting late. I told them that I was supposed to start teaching at this particular hour, as they changed the schedule the previous week. Didn't they remember? Oh no, they didn't! Of course they did not. Anyway, the boss screamed and yelled on the phone, and I knew right there and then that my entire week will be ruined.

True to my prediction, the week did turn out pretty awful. Everyday this week, my schedule changed; everyday, my Korean co-teacher would tell me that the boss demands I teach longer, more. What the heck! That erratic schedule is ruining my life! Had my boyfriend been somewhere near and decide that we should have a romantic dinner together, what could you possibly imagine happen if I have to cancel the date every so often? Jeez! And the provisions in the contract, which by the way, was written in pure Hangeul, changes every now and then. I am not Alice, am I? I don't remotely look like Alice. I know I am. And my bosses certainly don't resemble a single shade of the King and Queen of Hearts.

Sigh.

And so today, being the last day of the week, I felt the burden of the week that was on my shoulders when I woke up. It's one of those days that you wish passed by without you waking up or doing anything remotely sane. I can not bring myself to go to school anymore, I told myself. I know something dreadful is going to take place again and I am not so in the mood to argue with the bosses anymore. It's like hiking the Soraksan or joining the war in Iraq or something. Just the thought of it is enough to make me sick. I prayed that everything will be alright before I left the house.

As it is though, my own set of nymphs must have turned deaf on me, for as soon as I arrived in the academy, J, my co-teacher told me that the bosses want me to work for 4 days only starting next week, meaning, I will be off one day. If I so not wanted more money, I could have jumped up and down but no, that's not it. It's not going to be like that. We already had this discussion the other day, I told J and I am already getting pissed with the way my bosses' brains are working. Really. None of this is making any sense at all.

Last Wednesday, during the meeting, I clearly told the bosses that I am okay with the reduction of working days, but decreasing my salary dramatically as well is a big no no. Hello! I tried to explain in my best Korean that I am agreeable to their terms; they could even reduce my pay but  they will have to slice down my working hours as well. Right?  I just don't understand why my bosses suddenly CAN NOT understand my Korean. Jeez, I rehearsed that line over and over again infront of the mirror, even consulted my dear professor in Korean class as to the accuracy of the jargons used. And yet they CAN NOT understand me?

Honestly, everytime my bosses pretend not to understand my Korean, I was tempted to YELL: "Why you people put up an English school and yet you can't speak a single word is such an enigma to me, I so would like to shove my shoes down your throats!!!" But of course, I never said any of those. As always, the line just whooshed in my head and it's going to stay that way for as long as I can. Also, my bosses aren't that bad. The other day, when I pretended to have a bad case of migraine, the lady boss went to the pharmacy to buy me meds. Days ago, when I told them that I want to go home as I was having a stomach fever, the Ajossi bought me some meds and snacks. Awww! Aren't they sweet?

Shesh.

Going back to my laid-back Friday dilemma, after hearing what J told me, I wanted to break down and just run home. But I can't do that, can I? I can not however, see myself spending the rest of the day teaching the smart-alecks with a heavy heart, a bruised ego and a defeated wallet. And so I called my beloved friend O, and asked her to help me out. We conspired to tell a little white lie. She would call the office as someone from the US embassy and tell my boss that I have an interview scheduled at 5pm regarding my fiance visa. She'd say that my phone is turned off and that she can't reached me.

Because my boss was such a sucker, he bought the story and was even worried that I might not make it on time. Seeing him checking out the bus lines and shorter routes for me, actually broke my heart. The story that O and I came up with has a ring of truth in it anyway. I am really scheduled for an interview for my fiance visa, but the thing is, that would be like months from now, as some of the forms that BF will submit are still with me.

I walked out of the school feeling giddy, foolish and sorry at the same time. I didn't know where to go. I so like waited for a lightning to struck me. I never wanted to abandon my class but I needed a break. I keep telling myself that this is just a one-off; that I will never do this again. Worse is, I didn't know where I was going to spend the rest of the day. I called O and thanked her for her unwavering support and all.  I decided to call the boyfriend also, who, by the ways, was past snoring that time. I was so jittery I needed to hear his voice to comfort me. This is one of the reasons why I love him so much; he makes me feel that everything is alright. Awwww!

Now, why do I get this feeling that this Monday I won't have a job anymore. Uh-uh.

I was a bit annoyed when I was told that a part of an entry I wrote sometime ago was found somewhere else, in another person's blog. I was asked who wrote it originally: I, your humble servant, deity, or the other author. Of course, I had to tell the person that I always make sure I acnowledge the sources of my excerpts here or in my other blogsites, be it from the e-mail or from books. I definitely write an ACKNOWLEDGEMENT phrase before or after the article. If there's none, then everyone should be informed that it came straight from the windmill of my head and not from somewhere else's.

Isn't it a little pathetic that some people would do that? I mean hello, doesn't anyone know that Plagiarism, defined below:

plagiarism

n 1: a piece of writing that has been copied from someone else and is presented as being your own work 2: the act of plagiarizing; taking someone's words or ideas as if they were your own [syn: plagiarization, plagiarisation, piracy]

is a major crime? Granting it's not punishable by lethal injection, but hey, it's an infringement of somebody else's intellectual property. What could be more embarassing than taking credit of somebody's work as your own. Pathetic.

I have yet to find the MIMIC's blog. That person will hear from me for sure. And boy, I will make him/her regret it.

"Whoever corrects a mocker invites insult; whoever rebukes a wicked man incurs abuse." - Proverbs 9:6-8

Story to follow tomorrow...