When nearly all else is failing you, there is alway solace somewhere...SOMEWHERE...in the soaps.



...and if not in the soaps, then somewhere else on the internet.

アメブロが有ります。 韓国で感情が脆く成ります。該当感情が乱気流空気で漂っています。寒い空気と暖空気が混合します「乱気流」と言います。この暖空気を消費から福になります場合と比べますが、寒空気を反対力（例え：該当福の一時的なことや時や人に疑いますから）と比べます。今、この反対力は勝れています。　若しくは、鬱病にことがあり得ると思います。

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Ma vie est comme un grand jeu d'Opération. L'objectif est éviter des métals qu'entourent les partes anatomiques du corps. Il y un peu des exceptions: les partes anatomiques sont mes sentiments...jusqu'à ma santé mentale; il n'y a une réflexe "explosive" quand on m'agit; les raisons pour ma irascibilité sont inconnues à mes amis et mes copains.

Il y avait aujourd'hui un BUZZ. Je ne pense pas que peux être l'ami que je dois être--qu'une personne doit être. Comme Dexter ne peut pas sentir la peine des autres, c'est aussi que le bonheur des autres est impalpable pour moi jusqu'à ce que je sente ce bonheur...encore du moins.

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Je suis autant intolérant qu'un coréen.

This past week went quite well. In spite of the fact that I had been convincing myself that not only can I very much do without an iPod Touch but also that I need to be rather parsimonious with my accumulating "wealth" (using this term very liberally), Steve Jobs 1-uped me vicariously through my friend, Brian, who convinced persuaded me to get an iPod Touch.

The iPod Touch is great, as Brian and another co-worker had told me. I hadn't felt the need or a particularly strong desire to buy one. Actually, I would have preferred to have invested in an iPhone, but I think that Korea's iPhones (provided that Magnanimous Apple, Inc. has bestowed the iPhone on the humble Apple resellers here in Korea--which they haven't, and likely won't for the short-term future) are will be(?) regional unless an unlocked SIM card should come with it.

Temporarily Arrested Development of this Blog Entry: Let's indulge in lol-ery for a moment here as we take a look at the overseas future of the iPhone:



This is a huge slap across the face to the vast lot of Korean Apple-philes, especially since Japan gets to boast of being proud sellers of the iPhone. I actually like to see it as a queuing and, subsequently, a serial slapping of each of the said Apple-philes. There's no particular reason for this preferred .gif produced in my head at all. Mali and Venezuela will be getting iPhones...but Korea will apparently be standing along the sidelines, watching others marvel at and play with their new toys. Well, Korea, you already have some nifty little phones, anyway. They just won't have the Apple logo branded on them...unless you were to take the gratuitous Apple sticker that came with your other Apple product and stick it on your phone.

Or something.

Fortunately, the iPod Touch is here in Korea. A purchase of the iPod Touch includes a gratuitous engraving, which is more similar to a printing than an engraving. Neither Brian nor I has our contact information engraved on the back of our iPods. I wanted something that was 'cutesy' but not too mundanely cutesy. Therefore, this is the result of my impromptu design:



Since it might not be readable by some (or most), it says ♥艶Stevie艶♥. In other words, it's something mundanely cutesy >< ...for a woman or gay man in China or (maybe) Japan. I fail.

I just wish that I were able to receive a WiFi signal on the iPod Touch from my apartment room.

The iPod was bought in Apgujeong, a rather fancy area that may be compared to Harajuku in Tokyo. It is also here where Brian and I saw this little Bundle of Cutecute^^:



and



Yes. Do want. It would most likely cost me my cerebellum and a few hundred won--give or take--since dogs in Asia are daydream-shatteringly expensive.

Aside from a depressing Saturday event whose pictures on my camera solely evidence my having attended, and my Damnable Road to Becoming a Fatty, I'm rather content right now. Yet I must wonder when it is that I am to be pillaged of said contentment. Let us see how long I am capable of controlling my mercurial tendencies.

When did I start this post? Tuesday night. What is the day today? Thursday. It is obvious that I have my priorities straight.

感情が糸で垂れています。

韓国がとっても嫌らしいんだ！！

牙螫發菌痼大謀！！！！１１１！！１！１　　これの意味をつかれば、凄いだ。

啊啊啊啊啊啊啊آ洏گرررررررررر!!



أكره شخصونا حمارونا كورية

他の思念、友達が本当に有る？　若しくは、真に友達が有る？

Earlier, I told my friend that I sometimes miss being unemployed. I hate the house in which I had grown up, but I actually miss some aspects of living back there. I don't miss the lack of an income, but I very much miss being able to do anything that I'd like. Sure, I'm studying other languages on my own, but my 3-10 schedule has its advantages and disadvantages. This is something about which I know I'm going to think when wintertime comes...when I must leave from my humble abode of an apartment and go to work.

前に、私が私の友人にと言った、不職の日が時々で寂しいだ。育てられたいた家が嫌いけど、幾つかの様相が寂しいだ。所得がじないのが寂しくけど、なんでもするにことが出来るのがとっても寂しい。　うん、自分で他の言語を勉強している。だけど、授業の時間割は３時〜１０時のは、有利と不利がある。冬季が来いって、低いのアパートから出るが早いか、これは何かを考える。

（日本語文法が　＞＜　だわ。）　　T＿T。

Methinks I'm going to Iran in the wintertime. With much gratitude toward the AITO Tour Agency in Iran, my plans to travel in Iran were squashed. Two factors hinder my realizing this seeming feat: an itinerary and the lack of the academy's knowledge of its own schedule for three months from now. Vexingly, American citizens who are to travel to Iran are required to produce itineraries containing the minutiae of their stays. Furthermore, an American citizen must be accompanied by a government-authorized tour guide during the entirety of his or her stay. Nevertheless, I'd still like to go. I'm sure that I'll have quite the bitching time preparing an itinerary, given that (a) I must choose a limited number of places within Iran to which I'd like--and would have time--to go in three or four days, and (b) the itinerary with which I come up will very likely diverge from that which the travel agencies have pre-planned, which would slim my stud of a wallet (thanks to the 10-won and 100-won coins)...and quite alarmingly so, if I were to persist that my itinerary be followed. I also forgot to mention the fact that all of this must be done before applying for the tourist visa.

مرسی, America, مرسی.

Speaking of Iran and all, I've been rather languid when it comes to my pursuit of furthering my knowledge of the Persian/Farsi language. Actually, due to my attempt at implementing the Korean Method of SuperCompression .ZIP filing and Save As-ing Cramming-Into-My-Already-0.1-Microbyte-of-VSTM-and-STM (minus the spectacular results that Koreans seem to get from tapping into that oh-so-transient V/STM, whose content will be expunged anyway), I've been rather cauterized by the other languages I've decided to pursue.

Speaking of being Lost in Translation, I seem to be rather perplexed by the last portion of the سُورَة الفَاتِحَة:

صِرَاطَ الَّذِينَ أَنْعَمْتَ عَلَيْهِمْ غَيْرِ الْمَغْضُوبِ عَلَيْهِمْ وَلاَ الضَّالِّينَ

I know that to which it translates (thanks to the English translation in the book), but I just am unsure as to which word is which (e.g. which word is "incurred"? ...which word is "wrath"? &c.) and the syntactic organization of this part. That does not go to say that I am casting any doubt upon the Quran (because I am not), but that is something I must understand prior to proceeding.

Dearest me. It's almost time to shower with the 2 pL of body wash that I have left and make way to my oh-so-awesomerrific job.

An amazing DJ Festival, several pairs of glasses, a few nonplussing contortions and overtly sexual "moves" in the heterosexually dominated clubs, a gratuitous entry into King Club because of some apparent "African Night" (the club sported a sign at the entrance that said "Welcome Africans"), a first-time gay pride parade--which most thankfully wasn't repulsively overwhelming, a completion of the catching-up process in regards to the show House, M.D., a Mud Festival and the coastal fun-ness that accompanied it, several investments in Kyobo--which have yielded a rather small return, goodbyes to several of those with whom I had worked, a rekindling of my appreciation for 漢字 (Chinese characters), a rather aleatory Korean acquaintance, a somewhat disillusioning night whose memory is saturated with blows and a dumbing asphyxiation, a painstaking yet failed attempt at a trip to Iran, a(nother?) perturbing night of prefabrications, banishments, and a sanguinary brawl that involve North Asia's seemingly favorite bêtes noires: the Nigerians, a subsequent eclipse of the fun in clubbing/barring within and without Itaewon, a third camera--though a dSLR, a testing of my inchoate, niggardly gambling, a peeping cutecute of a turtle ^^, several books, long awaited pairs of jeans and long-sleeved shirts, a quest for what soon will not be be most current version of Mac OS X, an appreciation for COEX, several purchases from Korean cosmetic stores such as Etude House and Missha, several movies, several procrastinations in committing myself to the Korean language--which would just be a loveless relationship anyway, a restructuring at work, a discovery of one of the best supermarkets in Korea--and its being so near the workplace, a rooftop wine party of three, an unplanned, one-time aversion therapy against 소주, an alcohol-filled, great times-laden Chuseok--which included a realization of the fact that I would like a new apartment, a second "testing" of my still inchoate, niggardly gambling that seems to be uncompromisable by the amount of gratuitous alcohol that is imbibed, and a temporary unleashing of my prodigality; and five pounds net after several quests to McDonald's

later,

Here I am. I have made some good friends here--and I am not being profligate with the word "friend" when I say that. I thank the Amazing Lord Above that I have them in my life and that the utter disillusionment with Korea has not been as agonizing as it would be if I were not to have them.