Korea (sort of)
I came back from Korea three days ago. Am only slightly more fuzzy-eyed now.
Selected pictures taken there are soon to be posted at http://minamata.deviantart.com.
I've been at the receiving end of some strenuous labelling for the past few weeks, partially because it entails me being steadily forced to socialise. I've received comments from people who object, for some reason, to me taking pictures from the inside of an aeroplane (for purely aesthetic reasons I assure you), or the amount I eat, or the way I eat my fillet-o-fish. 'Weird' is the word they use.
The way I take pictures or eat my fillet-o-fish has nothing to do with you, silly people. Go and jump into a river and maybe lose your wallet, and all the gods be ready to tell you that it serves you right.
On the other hand, it's not really weird to start getting fidgety and irritated when you have to stand around waiting while your partners run squealing into a lingerie shop and spend half an hour inside, still expecting you to be there when they saunter out with their purchases. According to the behaviour of my schoolmates their antics are considered 'normal'. In that case I suppose it's 'weird' too if I consider it boorish (never mind if that word is traditionally reserved for males.) Ah well.
Yet on the other hand, Korea was very nice. They have padi fields and a cool breezy weather that makes you cringe at the very thought of returning to hot, sticky little Singapore.
I also spent far too much shopping in Korea, but in the process I made a few new friends who don't mind the weirdness. Hmm maybe not 'weird'. 'Unconventional' sounds nicer.
Oh, gads, do I miss being in GEP.
Back to mug, mug, mug, mug, mugging. Life is great.
Selected pictures taken there are soon to be posted at http://minamata.deviantart.com.
I've been at the receiving end of some strenuous labelling for the past few weeks, partially because it entails me being steadily forced to socialise. I've received comments from people who object, for some reason, to me taking pictures from the inside of an aeroplane (for purely aesthetic reasons I assure you), or the amount I eat, or the way I eat my fillet-o-fish. 'Weird' is the word they use.
The way I take pictures or eat my fillet-o-fish has nothing to do with you, silly people. Go and jump into a river and maybe lose your wallet, and all the gods be ready to tell you that it serves you right.
On the other hand, it's not really weird to start getting fidgety and irritated when you have to stand around waiting while your partners run squealing into a lingerie shop and spend half an hour inside, still expecting you to be there when they saunter out with their purchases. According to the behaviour of my schoolmates their antics are considered 'normal'. In that case I suppose it's 'weird' too if I consider it boorish (never mind if that word is traditionally reserved for males.) Ah well.
Yet on the other hand, Korea was very nice. They have padi fields and a cool breezy weather that makes you cringe at the very thought of returning to hot, sticky little Singapore.
I also spent far too much shopping in Korea, but in the process I made a few new friends who don't mind the weirdness. Hmm maybe not 'weird'. 'Unconventional' sounds nicer.
Oh, gads, do I miss being in GEP.
Back to mug, mug, mug, mug, mugging. Life is great.
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