Alright, this appears to be the last opportunity to get one in before the year ends.
It’s been an interesting jaunt back in Melbourne this time. I’m starting to feel like I’m becoming a stateless person. I’m certainly not korean, but it gets easier to see things at a korean would. Also, it’s strange to say but I seem to be getting less used to being around people from other countries while actually living in another country—korea is so monocultured.
Here’s what I noticed: noses—long straight noses like the tailplanes on aircraft. Especially on women.
Breasts. I know it’s supposedly summer here (bit cold if you ask me) but it’s cleavage, cleavage cleavage everywhere. People who live here all the time probably don’t realise how prominent it is. It seems to be very important. In fact I would go so far as to say that the entire local economy would come to a grinding halt it cleavage disappeared. Of course it was all quite a pleasant novelty to me but then just a couple of days ago I was starting to get over it.
Really patchy service in shops. Sometimes I’d be in a place buying something and for no apparent reason would be given an attitude as if I was filth. And then sometimes people would be quite nice and I’d be caught off guard, thinking that they were perhaps taking the piss somehow.
Expensive and crappy public transport. I know Melbourne is sprawled and has a smaller population than Seoul but that’s still no excuse for how poor the standard of PT is here. “Southern Cross” station needs to be nuked from orbit so it can be reattempted. Anything going into or coming out of there is made late due to their poor organisation. Also it’s one massive diesel fume trap – a complete health hazard if you’re caught standing on a platform for more than 20 seconds—and you will.
Good Things: Supermarket. I always look forward to going to the supermarket.
Air quality – nice to be able to breath air in the city without choking.
Room on the footpath – good to be able to charge around at whatever pace I want without people getting in my way.
Caught up with buddy and ex-g/f Jayne D’Arcy yesterday. She has a blog now. It’s called, “design me, Jayne D’Arcy, which for some reason reminds me of the phrase, ‘help me, Amadeaus’. Anyway, as I was sayin to her, Jayne D’ Arcy is a bit late to the whole blogparty, but whatever.
I’m off to Tokyo tonight. Seeya.