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Wednesday, April 15th, 2009
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There's just a month and a half left on my contract with my current job. Having been squatting in Korea since late 2001 and swimming in the most exacting of relationships with the place, I'd like to say I've come full circle and am ready to enter the world I left behind well over 6 years ago once more, but I find myself standing at a crossroads. If I were single, this would be a non-issue and I'd be off to the next exotic destination at long last, but as always, I am tied up in a relationship and just running off isn't the only option out there, and I really have no idea what the next step will be.
I could stay in Korea. The trick here is finding a job I actually enjoy and, more importantly, also offers me a future, a career, as I have apparently reached the upper terminus of my employment path in The Land of the Morning Calm, and where I stand gives me much displeasure. I can try to develop myself further, do that MA in a field I know not yet what I would prefer, build teaching credentials to get some of the better jobs out there, and build a true life at last here, but as anyone who has lived part of their life in another country will attest, the visa barrier issue is a gargantuan wall in terms of utilizing your full potential.
Because of that, I pine for home. The truth is, despite the money squandered on traveling and other fun tales that I'll have to save for the grandkids, I will have enough to reach that golden figure required to settle down with My First Apartment, My Third Used Car, and My Second Dingy Couch, find a crappy entry-level job in my field, and start working my way up. And hell, to be totally honest, the thought of having great sandwiches at home every night with an array of cheese and a plethora of meats at my fingertips is enough to keep this camper happy. The catch is that I only have enough to go back alone, and once I go back, the little lady I'm currently with will be hard-pressed to get her butt over and follow me due to those very same dastardly visa issues that are just gushing to get me out of Kimchiville.
I could move on from The Little Nation That Could and make my way to other choice spots in Asia, but that also presents its own problems. The true gems of Asia in terms of quality of life, Singapore and Hong Kong, come with their own gems of higher requirements for teacher qualifications, which means I'd have to plonk down time and cash while doing the Twilight Zone mystery visa tour here in Korea before I'd stand a chance, and even then, I'm just not British. As for China, Thailand, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, and Indonesia, as fun and exciting as hitting up one of those places would be, I have been assured that I would not be accompanied by my female companion for such journeys, and understandably so. The pay scale would make part-time supermarket employees drop their jaws, so even with the lower cost of living, I might save $50-$100 a month, perhaps?
Thus, I stand here at a crossroads. Making it even more exciting is the tenuous relationship I am in. We could break up tomorrow. We could get married tomorrow. We could float in limbo for years and years like I did with my previous girlfriend here, until the notion of breaking up seems almost perfunctory when all is said and done. I won't let the latter option happen, of course, but the first two do make it difficult to make a decision.
I've reckoned that the most balanced choice is to take one last job here in Korea, escape my desk and the gradually worsening pain in my left side that has spread up to my shoulder from sitting in front of a computer all day, and get my butt up and walking around the classroom to educate some fine young brats one final go here. This is the most likely option, and it is highly likely that a lack of a future in Korea by December will lead me to making that fateful decision at last to put the figurative bottle of soju down and sober up from my one-job pony nightmare.
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Thursday, September 27th, 2007
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so i started ripping my cd collection onto my comp. i gave many a sideways glance at my kof collection, an oft-skipped couple of pages in my cd album and an area i thought i'd never fumble up again, but i decided against the better of my judgement to go ahead and slap the arranged soundtracks on the comp. just had two in a row of saxophone action, and must say that i am feeling pleasant now.
p.s. - i was in a jazz bar in itaewon a few weeks back, and, while largely uneventful, they did bust out a nice jam that would do iori (or the snk fools at least) very proud. was nice to hear the groove outside of the standard environs.
in other news, i managed to solve a dilemma related to side work and knocked out the work for both tonight and tomorrow. i still have friday work and one program next week to edit in this side venture, but i'm just keen that i sorted it out after many hours spent behind various comps trying to manage getting 3 programs to coexist.
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Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
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'Twas a busy and edumacational weekend for me. The highlight of the weekend was me going down to Yongsan (big electronics center in Seoul) with a buddy who had offered to help me put together a shiny new computer in return for letting him crash at my place for a while. This was highly pimp, as I know next to nothing about the hardware itself, and he literally got all the little gadgets and gizmos and whistles that go on the inside and a tower and put the thing together and made it functional before my very eyes. This has several benefits.
1) I know a shitload more about the inside of a computer now.
2) I have a neat system that is apparently way more than I'll ever be able to make spaz out. No more having Winamp shut down while browsing the internet!
3) I can now finally do the stuff I want with my computer, like customize and download lots of cool shit on the hard drive and compress my CD collection.
It totaled out at about $900, and has all of the latest decent hardware, 400 GB of hard drive space, 2 GB of RAM, my own Windows XP OS, and other spiffy stuff that doesn't really mean much to me but sounded good. I also shelled out for some of those speakers that look like their own separate computer. Goodbye 15 GB hard drives and constant reboots!
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Friday, August 24th, 2007
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I may have said this one or two times before in conversation, but I'm not very familiar with Death. No one very close to me has ever died that I know of, though I do have a habit of cycling through friends every couple of years, and no one very close to people who are very close to me have ever died. In fact, I think the worst that I have gotten knowledge of is perhaps a friend's great-aunt dying or something of the sort.
But my supervisor's grandma passed away today. I've been hating this guy for months and annoyed with him for beyond a year now for various reasons, but when I heard the news, I wasn't shocked. I wasn't even surprised. It's already been turned into a big migratory pilgrimage kind of event that will drain away everyone's time (literally, according to Korean customs). And while I don't feel especially attached to him or his sadness, at the same time, I do feel very sorry for him, namely because I still can't fathom anyone who is actually close to me passing away. And what worries me the most is that I will have to face this at some point in the near future, and I will not be ready. I already have issues with accepting reality at face value, and the disappearance of someone for eternity that I know firsthand scares the shit out of me. I'd even venture to say that it's a bigger fear in my life than my own death at this stage...I've never had to face it before, and today's incident has me thinking.
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You've got to be logged in to read entries now. Done gone underground.
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I was up at 8 am on a Saturday morning. Kind of weird, actually. Who the hell wakes up on a Saturday morning at that hour? My grandparents, and...hmm...
I sent home a massive chunk of cash thanks to a loan from a friend. I had paid off my credit card once before, but a piece of jewelry and a trip definitely helped mess up that little utopia. But I've tackled it once more, and while I still owe my friend cash and still have school loans, none of those are clocking in at like 18% interest a month.
The end of living paycheck to paycheck is right around the corner...
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Well, the month's over. I wasn't quite as successful as I was planning to be with things, but I blame a lot of that on work getting pretty pissy the past few weeks. The crazy daily schedule is set to continue until mid-May.
Thankfully, the dude who didn't do the editing test that they hired at work is a fairly decent dude, talkative but not a gimp in the process, sort of concerned about doing a good job, and actually likes to go grab lunch on a regular basis, so I did regain some sanity this week. He even told me about a Quizno's at City Hall. Blows Subway here out of the water.
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Wednesday, April 4th, 2007
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Well, as I expected, I fell off the wagon once or twice. Hell, having some beer now. But it was just one of those days. I guess the biggest two issues are work and the ex.
The work thing is the most pressing. As mentioned before, they're looking for essentially a Korean-American. They posted the job ad a week before my coworker was due to leave. We had five interviews. Four wanted the job. I interview them and give them the editing test and all.
#1 - White chick. Spazzes because it's a Mac, freaks everybody in the office out.
#2 - K/A dude. Retranslates a translated show. Bad.
#3 - K/A dude. Pretty average, but young and energetic.
#4 - K/A dude. Didn't do shit on the test.
They of course want to hire the fourth dude because he's married to the chick who applied to replace the previous coworker. So here I am feeling like a tit on a log, wondering why we bothered with interviews when they wanted #4 to begin with.
Then big boss pops in the break room today and asks me about the interviews. I pretty much say they were pointless. He's all "but you were in charge."
I'm still wondering when I was actually informed of this...
To boot, he wants me to start teaching English classes on mornings in the company. That's cool and all, expect I just started teaching classes in the mornings.
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Bit weirder, but less direct impact right now. The ex has been largely silent since that Sunday. Got a couple of banal emails and a text message last week, which I answered, asking a question of my own, which of course didn't receive a reply.
Monday, I get a goofy text message about flowers blooming in the spring. Replied briefly that night about Yeouido being good for checking out flowers and cherry blossoms and shit. Tuesday, I get a message saying I seem to enjoy my office moving to Yeouido. Don't reply...nothing to say to that, really. Today, I get a message saying I should enjoy breakfast or something. I reply saying I started doing morning classes and she should stay warm and have a nice day.
This afternoon, she actually calls. Now, I actually had to turn my phone back on for work issues, but haven't told anyone (except her, as she asked) because I was enjoying the relative silence, I guess. Typical phone call like we used to have, her asking me some bullshit about morning classes and some question about an English expression. Then she's all "have a nice day, and evening, and I'll call you later. And message me sometimes and tell me how things are going."
I don't want to read any shit into it or anything, but it definitely has that aspect of standing out. I mentioned the super brief version to a coworker and he said she misses me and we should get back together. I'm not really up for that right now...thank fuck she and I have broken up before, making it easier to get over. Would rather not rush back in and play the same game we played a few years back, breaking up and getting together repeatedly over a short period. I don't even want to consider the possibility until she's finished a semester of school, preferably more, as there's no free time in her life regardless of what either of us feel. I don't know, just rambling with the fingers, finding it weird. I guess I like being free at the moment, and what seems like her trying to do this little crawl back has me curious about what's actually going on. For all I know, she's trying to smooth over the divide and be buddies or something.
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In other news, I've been doing a lot more walking. My house (Namsan) to Yeouido is an 80 minute walk. By bus, it's 40 minutes. If you know how far apart they are, you'd know that I found one hell of a shortcut.
Yeouido to Yongsan is an hour solid.
My house to Namdaemun is 20. City Hall is 30. Yeouido to Hongdae is 30. Crossing Yeouido is also 30. All of the Han River bridges are 25. That's a big fucking river.
I'm also debating my plan after my company. Today threw a cog in the works, the big boss seemed like he wanted me to be all important in the company, but these talks come and go, and until I see some results and get a nice offer to re-sign for another year, I'm out all too soon.
What throws things off is that I had started planning a trip to the West Coast in the US come September, with a possible NYC/hometown sneak attack. What throws this off is that unis in Korea start in ummmm September. The vacation can't be pushed forward, and pushing it back is also a bitch. I could sign on with the current job for 2 more months for extra cash, but with the apartment and things inside, I need to know what's up jobwise so I don't fly back to Korea just to empty my apartment or take the first kiddie academy job I find to cover rent. Choices...
1 - Go to uni in Korea, study Korean, work part-time at company and do teaching gigs on the side. Two years of this will see me with the commodity of near fluency in Korean.
2 - Stay with company, request September off as part of re-signing bonus. Most convenient, minus locking in at a job that has had me bummed out for a while.
3 - Find new job. Tricky as hell, and interested in way too many countries. Need to do some massive research.
4 - Take my earnings home and start grad school in something that might actually make me money (as compared to an English degree). I'd go back to being a poor uni student all over again for a while and have to forget about seeing the world and all.
5 - Go with buds I know in Korea to Cambodia to teach for 6 months, raise some hell, then think about all this shit.
Time shall tell.
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Wednesday, March 21st, 2007
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Pretty banal. I did a lot of walking, inserted that into my commute. It surprisingly only takes about 20 minutes longer.
My duties tonight were kitchen shit and checking up on some old bill from 2001 that I have no idea about which is quite high. Work is annoying the hell out of me with its mad consumption of time, though. The weekend should see more outright activity. Planning to just walk all over Seoul the whole weekend, hit up that Korean class at Sookmyung on Saturday, and check some soccer thing on Yeouido on Sunday.
Kind of bored, but with no distractions available, I'm forcing myself to focus on what needs to be done.
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Tuesday, March 20th, 2007
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It's interesting. Here I am sifting through several job sites, mostly disappointed at the lack of resume uploads. I finally found one that allows you to upload a resume, but one little thing I always neglect is that my computer is a cheap Korean piece of shit that refers to the desktop as 바탕화면 rather than "desktop." This particular job site does not like this fact, this little unusual and unAmerican upstart. To boot, I had written something I figured would be highly clever for this paragraph before, but I of course forgot to copy and paste again when changing the encoding.
Anyway, now I am stuck with this issue and must find a way around it. However, during my escapade to beat the man with a switch, I started exploring my old folder of Word documents. What I discovered is exactly what I am talking about. I have lost that intrinsic ability to make the most mundane come to life. Now perhaps none of you will think much of it, but I found a little sample of writing that caught my interest.
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It really has been a long time. I’ve lost my writing edge, because I haven’t written in so long.
A beautiful stroke of thunder just rang out above me.
Where did my old vision go? As I look at my old works, I realize that I’m not seeing anything in the same way that I used to. My old, observant melancholy has faded away. It’s dangerous, but I have to reobtain it. It’s crucial to my ability to write.
The yellow fan whirred endlessly, telling its circular tale as the blades spun around. It was of a simple design, short and stubby, like an old, half-smoked cigar. I tried to cover my ears from the noise, but it was a love-hate relationship that I couldn’t set at ease. If I didn’t use the fan and its ensuing noise, I would instead hear the very apartment creak old bones around me; there was little to muffle the noise in the enduring hours of the night.
I focused on it, standing in a puddle of moonlight. I thought about purpose. I thought about innovation. I thought about the electricity that powered it. My head swam in an ocean of thought as I considered this little dirt-yellow whirring beast. My mind reached out momentarily towards insanity, then apathetically released its grasp, and I fell into a deep, dark sleep.
In the morning, it was off. The blades coldly stood still, like ominous guards protecting their lady Breeze. The button was still depressed, run ragged with nightly play. I groaned, sitting up and scratching my head. I grabbed the remote and yawned, flipping on the TV. Morning news lit up the tiny room with a warm, mechanical glow, and I slipped from between the covers and started my morning.
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Not only does it deal with one facet of what's eating me up inside (not writing), but I spent three paragraphs rambling on about a fan.
The sad thing is that when I go back and look at all the stories I've started (that was a diary entry), I feel even worse.
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The smell of rain was creeping up as my eyes gazed across the oceanic horizon. Dark blue clouds clashed with a bright orange sunrise, painting the day’s picture from the sky. Waves lolled upon the beach, washing over my bare feet. It was bone cold. The gentle breeze stripped any warmth that I had gathered from my car, yet seemed more likely to rip me completely from my seat in the sand and whisk me into that great fiery ball in the sky.
I stretched and yawned, settling back. The blues were running through my veins, playing a slow and fateful tune. I had a long journey ahead of me, and I was already weary from just thinking about it. Taking in the lusty scent of the ocean one last time, I closed my eyes and let the freedom of the sea invade me.
The sky rumbled as I pulled up to the frail red trailer. Several others surrounded it like crumpling little fortresses against the world beyond their realm. There were no front porches here, no doorbells, no yard ornaments. Squirrels did not dart away as my car door creaked open like a rusty old knee. Waves from neighbors never came, as everyone was sealed up in their particular slice of ghetto heaven. The stairs noisily gave way under my feet, and my keys jingled as I fished for them, but the storm brought a peculiar silence to the place, aside from the occasional rumble.
I opened the door, and there she was. Her mechanically grey hair was tied back in a tight knot, and her hands delicately stirred something in a huge pot. Sniffing, I quickly recognized the robust, fatty scent as a roast. She turned to me, putting on a big smile. Spoon still in hand, she directed my attention to the remote as she began talking.
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That's the second rewrite to the intro of an old story I'm still trying to yank out of my head. May be your cup of tea or not, but when I look back at certain images I've written, I really wonder where my vision has gone.
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Keeping a regular journal going was one of the things I actually wanted to do, so I'll update this for those who are wondering how I'm doing. Trust me, it'll be pretty mundane.
I went into work Monday morning feeling pretty good about things. I had this grand scheme to go into work and apologize for being a fairly slack worker and also wanted to drop a few schemes in the pot that I had in mind for improving things. My bosses unfortunately are all busy with crap, so this never happened, and it was actually a bad day at work.
First off, the schedule for this week sucks. Second off, there was some side work my supervisor wanted me to help out with. Third, when I tried to talk to my supervisor about hiring a replacement for my coworker, he said that the big boss pretty much wants a Korean-American. Now, I have nothing against Korean-Americans or anything, but I do know the reason behind this, and was pretty miffed. It's basically an issue of communication and all of the other staff feeling more comfortable with someone who's sort of Korean rather than freaky and white. I pretty much made up my mind that I was out of this job at the end of my contract, since I don't think I'll have a lot of room to bargain for better conditions, particularly if they do manage to find a gyopo within the two weeks they have. I know I could still try to make something happen, but I'd frankly rather move on to something more proper of a job between the office politics, laissez-faire attitude of my bosses, and just plain having little to keep me tied down to Korea.
But I still sat down and plugged through my programs. I even worked on that side project. It's some "FHM Girls Next Door Competition" DVD that needs to be transcribed. The video itself is great; there's not much that can beat watching half naked chicks be ditzes and stick their ass in the camera and whatnot. The downside is the Aussie accents. "So um, like, you know, I yeah, I really like how, you know, it's pretty cool that yeah, the photographer, like, he's a you know, a real cheeky fellow, so yeah." Transcribing that sucks, and they want a fairly exact transcription.
I caught the bus to Namdaemun and then decided to try walking home. Good way to start exercising.
Came home, whipped up dinner, relaxed a bit, then tried to work on that DVD transcription thing. It took me 90 minutes to transcribe six minutes. Gave up at that point.
One interesting note: apparently, last Monday was a big day for breakups. I know one other guy whose chick broke up with him that day, and I also discovered that my supervisor, who has been seeing his chick for a while as well, was dumped as well.
I slept very well last night. Had this fucked up dream about some ride or game where a group of people climb up this narrow shaft, try to find something, but as soon as the leader or whatever runs out of some substance he's breathing in this tube, you have to haul ass down the shaft perfectly to escape a blast of fire.
Alright, off to begin my job hunt. Contract isn't up until July, but this is a perfect opportunity to sit down and get the resume done up and gather a collection of job sites. If you knew just how slow I am at browsing the net, you'd understand why I need such a big head start.
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I know most of the people who read my journal aren't people I communicate with much, but I do chat regularly to a couple of you, and I will be sending a link to the journal to some other people. There seems to be a lot of resistance to the idea even when I explain it, but I'll try to give it a shot. I hope you all understand what I'm getting at.
I met Sohee tonight and we talked things over. Of course it hurt when she opened the car door and smiled, seeming so happy while I was in this kind of fatalistic mindset about everything. I had been building myself up to clearing everything up with this meeting and knowing where both of us stand and what I need to do. And when the time came, it hurt a lot. It was hard to smile back. I had made dinner and thought things would be so comfortable, just like they always are.
But as I began to talk, things changed. The nervous apprehension started to disappear. Sohee's dishonest smiles trying to hide her own hurt became more honest. By the time I had said the hardest of what I wanted to say, we were both at ease.
I had thought for 4 solid days about my words for her, and they of course at first came out stilted and awkward, and I choked up more than a few times. I had realized after the initial breakup and my harsh reaction that I still had feelings for her, even though when I read the letter, I felt that the relationship was completely dead. The sad truth is that I simply can't imagine my life without her. What people who meet us together don't see is how well we complement each other, just how strong of a bond beyond mere terms of love or friendship we share. It's not impossible to imagine my life with another person, but until I find that person *and* am over Sohee, it's not going to happen. I have of course had very strong feelings for other people, and know full well that one single relationship is not the end of things as I know it.
I told her how I feel for her, how I know I can let her go, but would rather not, and I told her that, until I find someone else, the door is always open for her. I also told her that I would not pursue her any further. You may say that I'm clinging on to a lost cause, but I know why it is that she broke up with me, and it's very complex and not a simple issue of not liking me at all, but I won't go into it here because I just know that people will naysay what I feel. To them I say, thank you for the consideration, but I am not blind, so don't worry about that aspect. I have given this a lot of thought.
But there is something that goes deeper than the issue of my relationship with her. And a lot of people are going to confuse my actions to come as a reaction to the breakup. The breakup was simply the catalyst that I needed to spur me into action. When you lose the most important thing in your life (other than you, #1), you start to really care about things like this.
When I was younger, during my teenage years, life was tough. There is nothing about my life then that makes me special or deserve more empathy or concern, but I definitely had to struggle to make ends meet. I busted my ass to get into college and turn my life around, and I did just that. As I got into university and started discovering myself, I finally felt good for the first time in my life. The chains of the past that bound me had been cast aside, and I was free to forge my own life.
This I did. I got myself through college, living a somewhat difficult life, but I never gave up. Before long, I had been to several countries and decided to tour Asia through teaching and see the world, learn about the various cultures, and continue improving myself on an international level. And my first year in Korea was great. I had awesome friends and learned a heap. I even got lucky and met a great woman who I will always appreciate.
But something happened along the way. I found myself doing another year in Korea, and all of my friends save one had moved on to other places. I of course met more great people my second year, but my original plan to see the world had been detoured for a time. After my second year here, I decided that it was time to move on. I applied to TFA (Teach For America) and put my all into the application. I wrote and rewrote the essays. I had friends look over those essays to proofread and catch things I couldn't see. I painted myself out to be the perfect candidate for this job, and I truly was.
I didn't get it. It was my first failure.
Ever since then, something has been missing. I went back to the US anyway, and I did find potential work and probably could have gotten it, but the apathy had already set in. I knew it was there, but I ignored it. I ignored it for a long time.
My life as it stands now:
I drink every night.
I smoke a pack of cigarettes a day.
I don't study anything and have no idea what I want to study in grad school.
I've put on nearly 20 kg in 2 years, all in the gut.
I sit at the computer every night, playing games and chatting mindlessly about mindless things.
Socializing for me equates to boozing.
I never write.
I have created a cash sinkhole.
I had to let an ambitious and outgoing (albelt selfish) woman go.
I've stayed mostly out of contact with a lot of old friends that I really care about.
The pit of apathy had just gotten deeper and deeper over the past two and a half years. But I never did a thing to stop it. I could see myself slowly falling to pieces, yet I did nothing to stop it. Sure, I tried uncountable times to change things, but I just couldn't *go*. Motivation has slowly seeped from my bones and left me a shell of what I once was.
I used to be someone who could achieve anything.
Now I am merely someone who is happy to have a job and is slowly walking down the road towards alcoholism.
But I am still conscious of what is occurring. And while I can't turn back the clock, I can turn myself around. Every day and every night, I feel the will to fight slipping away, but the spirit is still there. It's time I listened to my own advice.
I will be spending the next month rewriting my code, rediscovering who I am, and rebooting the program. Unfortunately, this means that I need to keep myself apart from everyone humanly possible. It is not a gesture of ill will; I simply need to have the absolute minimum distractions. I can't find myself again through other people. I have to find that through myself. I appreciate the people who would like to be there for it, for me, but have some faith. I'll be fine.
I will be setting my phone to direct callers to voice messaging and turning off all chat programs at midnight tonight for one month. I will not call anyone for one month. I will not go to a single bar for one month. I will not smoke a cigarette for one month.
Instead, I will do all the things that have lurked in the back of my mind and have been eating away at me for the past two and a half years. I will become productive. I will find myself again.
People who know me in Korea may argue against this. They may think I'm shutting myself off from my friends. I know it looks that way, and, in a way, I am. It's nothing personal. It's just for one month. I'm sure you'll all get on fine without me. Don't worry about me. Have faith in me. Know that I'll be fine. I'm too empathic, I don't know how to say no to a friend, even when I really want to.
Caveats:
If I actually do get majorly depressed during this period, I will call.
If you absolutely feel the need to talk to me, email me. zyzyfer at systemdashzero dot com. Or drop by my house if you know where I live.
If I run into you somewhere, please don't ask me to drink.
If you think what I'm doing is completely nuts and I'm a retard for this undertaking, ask yourself this. What have you done to improve your life today? If you have an answer, I want to be like you. If you don't, then consider my question.
Don't feel bad. Feel happy that I caught myself before it was too late. I've hit my brick wall, and now it's time to turn around.
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Saturday, March 17th, 2007
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Tuesday, March 13th, 2007
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Sunday, February 25th, 2007
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Sunday, February 11th, 2007
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It's noon and I haven't gone to bed yet. I'd like the world to make sense but it just won't.
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Sunday, February 4th, 2007
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Not much point to this one, except that I updated the journal thingy with a few new pics and one of those mood things. The goth ones are funny.
'Twas a largely unproductive weekend, 'twas. I finally found the tweety bird shops. Nothing quite like the thrill of walking into a shop filled with like 200 birds all trying to be heard.
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Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007
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http://blog.daum.net/kwiren
Click on "Music: My Audition" or something like that. Not amazing or anything, but she's been on TV twice for having her videos of songs up on the net. Remember, Korea's small enough to need to put net crap on TV.
***Warning: Explicit and Racist Language***
http://christianparty.net/niggers.htm
I was looking for something that had the n word in the phrase on Google and came across this little nugget of wisdom. Don't read it if you're sensitive to the n word or extreme racism. Hilarious the shit they let be online...
http://www.eccj.or.jp/ambassador/eng/26/2/2_3.html
Trying to see if "sensory temperature" is a phrase and found me some Engrish!
"Time hangs to women than men to warm a temperature." Word to the wise.
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Thursday, January 11th, 2007
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apathetic.
drunk.