[via Daulism]
I can’t believe it’s been more than a year since Daul passed away. But her strange and uncanny way of relating to people still lives on, you know? You read some Daulism and then you think Fuckyeah, girl read my mind again.
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Most (actually, all) of the Korean dinners I’ve had in this lifetime have been tame and civilized sit-down affairs. This totally changed last night, because T. Bazinga, my brother from another mother, came cruising back in town and brought his homies along for the ride! A-to-the-tezy, V-to-the-izzay!
On the less dramatizin’ side of things, I got to see G again, and the guy’s done so well with an amazing girlfriend (Hello T!) and also D, who at last granted me a 2/3 sincere smile (a vast improvement from the 1/3 smile I got in Tokyo). A year on, and these people I met at Kangaroo Hostel are pretty much still the same bunch of dudes knocking back pints of Sapporo on the bridge and hostel rooftop, all while attempting to shimmy to Nobody, Nobody but’choo!
Oh, but I hear the hot tune’s Taeyang’s Wedding Dress now, as Q and T.Bazinga quite unfortunately attempted to demonstrate for me on the car ride home.
THROUGH TO THE NEXT 16!!!!!!!
대한민국!
ARGENTINA v/s S. KOREA
But let’s not talk about how it went.
Sigh.
The nice thing about being home for just a month is that your friends let you get first dibs on your choice of gastronomic poison. And naturally there aren’t any prizes for guessing what I choose. Each. And. Every. Single. Time.
I wasn’t all that impressed by Hansang, because of more reasons than I can count on one hand. But they did do a mean version of 자장면 (black bean noodles) which KC and I both liked. It was rinse and repeat on Monday night when I met C and L for dinner at Your Woul, which was more than a couple of notches above Hansang. The 두부전골 (tofu and beef casserole) was just what we needed to fill our beckoning bellies. And since Your Woul had all these K-Pop posters up on the wall, a much-needed brief education on the wonders of Korean idol groups was presented to L. Whether she wanted to hear it or not.
🙂
When we were upped from this
to THIS
I REALISED WHAT THE PHRASE ‘WORLDS APART’ REALLY MEANS.
No more strained calf muscles from going tippy-toe; no more annoying lightsticks shoved in my face; no more sightless disappointments!
And my favourite dork of all time.
I collect cars.
I do it every day.
Because it’s FUN!
슈주 짱!!
My blood. We’re missing the sister.
And no surprises there. I dragged them for Korean once I was back. And for once, the complaints of my fussy little brother fell on deaf ears 🙂
Taemin v/s Jung Joon Ha
Mad cute 94’er dance machine / Mad (just mad) 71’er village idiot-style comedian
!!!!!!!!
It’s all going to be an inevitable downhill eventually.
Some anti-aging products are due in my shopping basket!!!
D-7
I REALLY SHOULD BE PANICKING, SINCE IT’S JUST ONE WEEK TO SUBMISSION DAY. BUT RESPITE DOES COME IN THE FORM OF FANGIRL SPASMS. AND WHEN WE’RE TALKING ABOUT KHJ, FOR ME THAT JUST MEANS RESPITE BY THE HEAPING SPOONLADLEFUL.
IS LOVE.
Today I didn’t go to the library at all. First time in what? Two weeks? I eat so much better when I’m not stuck in front of the computer or buried nose-deep in a book I don’t understand.
I started the day off at 2pm with two wholewheat crispbreads topped with Japanese gomare dressing. It’s the world’s best salad dressing, I’m convinced. I would bathe all my food in this if I could; the roasted sesame aroma is just amazing and I have M to thank for introducing me to this a year ago.
In the early evening we gathered at Bedales‘ for A‘s birthday. There were two huge boards of antipasti and loads of good wine, but I think the sniffles really got to me and I wasn’t in the mood for any cheese or alcohol. I had a nibble of two slices of roasted sundried tomatoes and two slivers of courgette. Then of course, the pièce de résistance of any day: Korean food. I met a very tired N for a good meal of bibimbap and pa’jeon.
And now I’m back in my warm and toasty little room, with organic hazelnut stroopwaffles for dessert. My belly is happy, and possibly quite ready for yet another day at the library tomorrow.
keep sane, calamity jane. 