This morning I woke to the wet sound of snow as it gently slid out of the grey sky and met the edge of my window before trickling down the gutter and onto the street. It is the first real day of Spring, and the preceding week of thaw found itself rudely interrupted by the jealousy of Winter.
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lazy days with no commitment and no worries, and no care where everything is like a movie, and all you have to do is show up and be beautiful
i wish life was always like that
but its not
coming home and throwing yourself on the floor. being wakened by the weight of another that has suffered the same fate. napping in the morning, napping in the afternoon, even napping at night
climing in windows, and climbing on roofs, tumbling down the stairs in an old mattress and painting in the basement on old carpet
not being 100kms away from people that really know you, and that want to put up with your ridiculous nature
wandering down the road for chocolate, or indian, or even getting in fanny and chasing down mexican
why do we all have to grow up?
maybe we don’t
I am glad that I have finally found someone as ridiculous as me.
She came to my house last night to learn the piano accordion.
After setting back our meeting about 4 times, she finally arrived at 8.
She was late because she bought me a sandwich from our favorite, authentic French patisserie in Shinsa-dong. The only thing was, she had coffee with a friend at one of Korea’s most popular European-fusion bakery franchises, Paris Baguette, and left it on a table.
So, naturally, she bought me a burrito to make up for it.
I never asked for food in the first place, but her hobby is to feed me things, so of course, I’m not complaining.
And as for the piano accordion, she’ll be fine. For a girl with perfect pitch, and who actually enjoys doing cold readings of music, there is really not going to be any problems. Except that she is a small girl, and accordions are practically bestial in their monstrosity. But she enjoys it because it breathes like a real animal, and it gives her a sense of power.
All of a sudden this entry has gotten rather animalistic.
I’m going to the gym…
Today, I wanted a place. I wanted to go somewhere. After spending 2 hours in the gym, surrounded by attractive people and walking part of the way home, I had an overwhelming desire to be somewhere that I had no chance of finding. I knew the feelings of familiarity, safeness, calmness and relaxation of where I wanted to be. I knew that this wasn’t to be found in my apartment.
I miss having a balcony to go to. My laundry doesn’t count. Not necessarily a balcony to call my own, but one where I can feel the things I want to feel. Maybe there are people. Maybe just an old, battered and stained mattress. Couch. Hammock. Pot plant.
I, however turned to Cadbury’s.
LATER:
It’s over Cadbury, it’s over… This is a sad, sad day.
Attractive Couple, originally uploaded by jeremyinkorea.
This time, it’s for real.
We had our full costume photoshoot on Wednesday for the promotional and support material. We don’t scrub up too bad, if I do say so myself.
It is a wild thought to think that all the costumes are being made, professionally, from scratch, and that we will each have three identical sets of costumes. In all their satin/lycra goodness. None of this ‘fang down to the local Lifeline, see what you can pick up, and maybe we will buy you material so you can sew what you can’t buy, beg, steal or borrow – oh, and can you make the costumes for five other men?’. BUDGET!!!!
Leah, originally uploaded by jeremyinkorea.
This is Leah practicing her ‘Evil Cirque Pixie Imp of the Apocalypse’ look. Very convincing…
MiKyoung, originally uploaded by jeremyinkorea.
Sexy Clown – What more can I say?
THE END
MEAT!!!, originally uploaded by jeremyinkorea.
Last Sunday night, a good friend of mine, one Mr. Clay, enjoyed a 15-hour stopover in Korea on his way to a European Contiki tour. After a week of Korea, I was pretty ready to see a face that I know and love.
Our initial plan was to check his luggage into the Incheon Hyatt (Korean Air was paying for his hotel stay), and make our way to Seoul, via the Airport Limousine. On seeing the hotel however, we decided to hit the Airport Village and stay the night in luxury.
W walked the main stretch and found a fairly popular Korean BBQ resturant. I accidentally ordered three meals (using my very best Korean manners), but we ate them all, let’s be honest. Clay was very excited by the sheer volume of meat supplied to us by the extremely friendly waitstaff. Things got slightly out of hand when I decided to show Mr. Clay the ‘proper’ way to roll a ‘Korean BBQ Lettuce Burrito’ (I’m sure there is a simple Hanguk name for the dish). I ended up with meat all down my t-shirt. I though this was a rather discreet moment, but thirty seconds later, a waitress appears with a wet cloth, and promptly shoved her hand down my shirt and started scrubbing the red-bean sauce from my shirt.
Of course I endured it, with Clay giggling the entire time.
We finished our night in the extremely flash hotel room by alternatively creating humerous voice-overs for the Korean drama on channel 12 (think dodgy, dodgy Neighbours), and watching Halifax on the Australia Channel.
The bus ride to rehearsal in the morning was wretched though.
