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I stepped out the door this morning at 6am and it was -18 degrees C (feels like -21). Living here has been a very concrete lesson in geography. Seoul and Melbourne are the same distance from the equator but whereas Melbourne is at the south edge of a continent that stretches north, where the delicious, heated winds come down from, Seoul is connected to a continent that extends north, where the icy insane winds roll in from. Siberia, I tell you. Siberia.

, — YS @ 9:18 am, January 3, 2013

and there you go

another year all wrapped up. I know I haven’t been ‘blogging’ much of late but it doesn’t mean that I’m dead. Far from it. Well, maybe not that far from it. I have been wasting large amounts of time in the last few weeks. Getting in my last stint of sloth for who knows how long. On boxing day I opened the curtains around midday and looked out and saw the office workers moving from their offices to the eateries, as they do every office-working day, and as I stood here on the couch in my pyjamas I thought, Is that what I’m in for next year? Could I ever do that?

It’s t-minus one month until I leave korea. It’s going to be a relatively busy month. And it’s horribly cold outside. Moving is never fun but moving 8 years of hoarded trash across continents seems like a helluva lotta trouble. It’s times like this that I wished I lived in a shipping container so I could just keep playing Skyrim until the morning of Feb 1 when I’d hear forklift forks sliding into the slots and lifting the whole box off into a gigantic Tupolev or something, parachuting me out somewhere over Vic, Australia 12 hours later.

Reflected light

, , , — YS @ 7:14 pm, December 31, 2012

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How’s this for a lunch?  The Indian food here has been totally sweet, and by sweet I mean excellent, and not necessarily sweet. Although one side-dish I had yesterday of, I think pumpkin was sweet. It was sweet~!

What I’ve liked is the staff being totally unphased by tourist of the year walking in with no idea of what the normal way of ordering is. Have I mentioned that basically no-one I’ve talked to in service positions (including checkout-chicks) have had any trouble being understood in English?
Anyway, the Indian people have been totally cool, and obviously word hasn’t got out to the malay-indian community about how terribly racist australians are, because they’ve been totally nice.
Featured in the foot above was some mammoth calamari rings, and one killer-sized prawn. I don’t know what the accepted way is for tackling a prawn like that, but no-one stared when I mostered it with bare hands. Actually, the prawn was a bit mushy. Probably it was supposed to be like that, but the rest was ace. For 18.5 ringgits = 6k KRW = 6 bucks aus. = 5 and a half US.

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I was going to launch in a couple of days ago and say I wasn’t going to watch the winter olympics on principle. Principle being that it’s just a bunch of yuppie-vacation pastimes dressed up as ‘sports’. Having a go at curling is like shooting fish in a barrel though. And I have been watching it because there’s only about two tv channels in the room I’m staying in and one of them is espn honk-kong. winter olds is still rubbish though. The real sports are ones that can be done by people living in any part of the world, and that have a minimal amount of money needed for equipment, like marathon running.
Luge. What’s that all about? How is that related to anything in the real world? You know what the real story is, don’t ay? Worldwide luge is financially backed by the military industrial complex in order to advance the technologies needed to shoot men into outer-space. Human missiles to combat the impending Plutonian invasion.
And I find it amusing that it’s the world’s strongest economic and military powers who are the only ones competing in the couples figure-skating. Russia, Japan, China, USA, and Germany. IN fact, Russia poached one of Japan’s skaters.

Following are some size-minimal fotos (w/catchy captions) to assuage the abuse of bandwidths.

rumours
Don’t believe the rumours

maos

Mickey Maos

long-grain

Persian food

prayer

Could hear the call to prayer common from here

, , , , — YS @ 10:06 pm, February 17, 2010

26 seconds of ‘smoky buns’

After a lancastershiric colleague mentioned a new burger restaurant here in the chong-jew opening up, I checked it out. It’s called smoky buns and despite the bad spellin they do make a nice burger. And the chips are good too. Best thing I can say is that it’s better than crazy burger.

(12/Mar/10 Update:) I no longer recommend smoky buns. I was there last weekend, and their staff were rude and racist. So they can go fuck themselves and I hope they go out of business. (End Update)

This gives you the idea of what the general noise level in a korean modern restaurant is. That is, it’s loud. Reminds me a bit of one of the first times I visited sydney by myself, and I was in Newtown standing at this hole-in-the-wall kebab place in Newtown and the guy says, ‘yeah mate whataya want?’ with this menacing tone that I was unaccustomed to receiving from the service classes. Also, the music was loud. Shop music is often loud here.

I’ve been in this town for 8 months and I finally got over to the industrial side of town today. Pretty neat. I like factories and quiet streets, weird chemical smells, rust and functional architecture.

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, , , , , , — YS @ 9:15 pm, December 13, 2009

Sunny Breaks: it’s the TUO YAW of this mess.


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