Blogging from Korea

I am in Incheon. It's about 6.15 am in the morning. I have two minutes left on my 500-won 10-minute accesss. Flight was okay. Watched 3.75 movies! That's a record for me. I didn't feel like sleeping. Had a nasty ham n cheese samwich. The server was nasty, too. Um, I don't understand anything on this browser. I am crazy. Why even blog? Ugh. Gotta remember to wipe my tracks. Don't want some Korean kid hacking into my blog... Aight, peace out.

Oh gosh, horror of horrors. Ran out of time and had to get more coins from the currency exchange desk. Logged back in and this thing was still up. Thank goodness I got the right machine. Imagine how scary that would have been if the next user logs on and my blog pops up. Ugh! Anyways, I have about 30 minutes worth of coins now.

And an hour and half before my flight to Manila. And then a five-hour or so wait at the airport and then an hour-long flight to Bacolod. I guess it gets bearable over time. They should really put massage chairs in this airport, though.

I saw Knocked Up, The Perfect Man (this one was an Italian movie), Once (about a Czech immigrant and a songwriter she meets on the street) and about 3/4 of A Mighty Heart. I think I might watch the rest of A Mighty Heart if they have it on the Korea-Manila flight.

Check back later. Oh wait, this is cool: ㅗ디ㅣㅐ 재깅. 해ㅐ유ㅛㄷ 재깅

Across the sea

Hopefully, in 48 hours I will be just that. Um, I don't know. Things have been looking up. I got accepted to the one business school I applied to. This is a good excellent thing, because I was stupid enough not to have a safety. This time tomorrow I will probably be sitting around at JFK or on the plane. Off to the land of massages on the beach, Cafe Bob's and cellphone pickpockets.

Sarski and I are thinking of opening a bar called the Lab, and we're serving drinks in Erlenmeyer flasks and beakers. And shots in test tubes. Maybe we could autoclave drinks? Anyways, the bartenders will wear white lab coats and goggles. This is even better than my idea to create a comic strip called The Adventures of Winnie the Puta. That Bodge was going to draw if she didn't go and become the coolest doctor ever.

Also, tomorrow I'm cutting my hair off. Made a last-minute appointment at the salon. I don't think I'm going to be able to stand island weather with hair down my back. I think I made ten inches, anyway. Also, I might get a Lomo.

Two weeks ago, my college roommate Cyb came for a visit and we went to see STOMP. It is AWESOME. I'm still reeling from it. Met a couple of her friends from CADS. We had dinner somewhere on St. Marks. After the show, we hung around like groupies until the actors came out. Took a couple of pictures. And then we saw one of the actors on the subway. I was standing right next to him, so I tapped him on the shoulder and was all, 'Hey man, great show.' Ha! So lame. He was very gracious; all of them were. We took a picture right there. And then on the way out of the train, some guy groped me. Put his hand out just like that. Apparently some people get a kick out of that. Fucking pervert.

Last week-end at the shore was great. It was really cold and the waves were crazy and we went for a walk on the boardwalk. There were restaurants right on the beach. We looked at the menus and they didn't seem that expensive, so we're going someday. And then we oggled the mansions in Deal. It's crazy how rich some people are. Most of the houses were huge, some ghetto fabulous, and most were empty. We had Mexican twice, once at a surfer-themed restaurant and the other at a hole-in-the-wall place. I love it.

Hmm. I want to be in the Philippines, and yet I want to be here.