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    reblogged from jessicainkorea

    Korean not-so-useful, but amusing, phrase of the day.

    jessicainkorea:

    The game “rock scissors paper” in Korean is called:

    가위 바위 보(kawi, bawi, bo)

    Pronounced something like CALLY BALLY BO! said really fast.

    가위 바위 보

    is used to settle pretty much any dispute you can think of in the classroom: who will go first? who will get food first? who will get to ask the teacher a question?

    It’s pretty great.

    Not useful? This is the most important cultural commodity, second only to the all important kimchi!

    As Jessica said, yelled very fast. In the case of ties or tournament like elimination, secondary rounds only require a quick and decisive “BO” to get play (for example: GAWI BAWI BO! BO! BO! BO!)


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    reblogged from ewokgia

    ewokgia:

    Teaser for A.D. animated zombie movie

    !!!


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    The problem with being open about my identity

    is that my friends in the expat community, the girls with which I get romantically or sexually involved, and even my parents and relatives can easily read into my personal thoughts and opinions (some being about the readers themselves).

    It really sucks because there is that conflict between anonymity (as in, getting to share your deepest thoughts, opinions, and desires without the slightest inhibition of someone you know reading about it) and ownership (as in, this is what runs through my head and I secretly wish the people I was directing it towards would see it and know it was me anyway).

    A lot of people have their normal blogs and another anonymous blog, but after a couple months of doing that myself, I got lazy. It was too hard trying to divide my life into the “can share as Eric” and “have to share as bloggerdude.” It was fun (boy did I put some filthy and vivid posts on there), but it was also bothersome.

    There are times where I ranted on people, and I’ve even been called out by someone who found out I was talking about them (Seriously though, Illogia?), but I can never really say all that I REALLY want to say.

    I guess that’s a good thing though. Places like 4Chan, and even Tumblr, shows you how depraved and idiotic people can actually be. Although I can’t share everything I’m thinking, just because of some of the people reading my blog (hi dad!), maybe that’s a good thing. Sometimes sick, ridiculous albeit humorous idea should be shared in person, among friends, instead of to the entire world.

    ON THAT NOTE

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    So I met a girl this past weekend

    And she’s cute and smart just the way I like em.

    Not like this is a drawback but she doesn’t drink and is also a vegetarian.

    My first dates ALWAYS consist of going to bars, and even though she doesn’t mind that I drink, I feel bad ya know? Don’t really know what to do. I guess I’m going to have to look for one of those black tar heroine dens I’ve been hearing so much about. I hear they have couple specials.

    Also, I love meat. And I love cooking meat. So that is sad too. By our third or fourth get together normal Eric Dating Protocol (EDP) calls for me to invite her over and then I cook her food. This food will 100% contain meat, it is standard procedure in Eric Dating Protocol. But I have to change this up now. No tofu though, do you know that shit raises estrogen levels? You heard me fellas, soybean is a great big womanizer (Isn’t that what the actual term should mean?). So you know, if anybody knows a great vegetable dish, please let me in on that, for I am out of my element.


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    reblogged from lauraallover
    lauraallover: You know when you grow up speaking a certain language or celebrating a certain holiday, and you think that everyone in the world lives the same way you do?  Until you go to grade school (or college, even) and find out you were wrong? For me, it was the Gondola sandwich.  These are a staple to any Bloomington-Normal child’s diet, but are mysteriously absent from anywhere outside of central Illinois.  There is something very specific about an Avanti’s or La Gondola sandwich that is much different from any average sub sandwich, and I am pretty sure you can’t find it anywhere but here.  That’s not to say they are spectacular by any means, and most people who haven’t been eating them their whole lives probably think they are kind of gross or bland. Anyway, the Gondola will always hold a special place in my heart.  Much more so than Blo-No’s other claims to fame, such as Beer Nuts, State Farm, and David Davis.  (Who is that? Exactly.) My brother went to Illinois Weselyan, and let me tell you, we had our fair share of these when I came to visit. Delicious, especially when slathered in mustard and mayo.

    lauraallover:

    You know when you grow up speaking a certain language or celebrating a certain holiday, and you think that everyone in the world lives the same way you do?  Until you go to grade school (or college, even) and find out you were wrong?

    For me, it was the Gondola sandwich.  These are a staple to any Bloomington-Normal child’s diet, but are mysteriously absent from anywhere outside of central Illinois.  There is something very specific about an Avanti’s or La Gondola sandwich that is much different from any average sub sandwich, and I am pretty sure you can’t find it anywhere but here.  That’s not to say they are spectacular by any means, and most people who haven’t been eating them their whole lives probably think they are kind of gross or bland.

    Anyway, the Gondola will always hold a special place in my heart.  Much more so than Blo-No’s other claims to fame, such as Beer Nuts, State Farm, and David Davis.  (Who is that? Exactly.)

    My brother went to Illinois Weselyan, and let me tell you, we had our fair share of these when I came to visit. Delicious, especially when slathered in mustard and mayo.

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    monsterman: (via mycthulhupage) This is a picture from the “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” series by Alvin Schwartz.  The stories were normally old or dumb, but the drawings, all by illustrator Stephen Gammell were incredibly creepy and unsettling.

    monsterman:

    (via mycthulhupage)

    This is a picture from the “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” series by Alvin Schwartz.  The stories were normally old or dumb, but the drawings, all by illustrator Stephen Gammell were incredibly creepy and unsettling.


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    reblogged from kellyinkorea

    Korean men discover makeup

    kellyinkorea:

    A woman watches her boyfriend getting a makeover

    It is a growing trend in Korea for regular men (i.e., not just actors and performers) to wear makeup in the form of concealer, foundation, powder, and eyeliner. As seen in The Korea Herald:

    Though it might yet come as a surprise to some people, more and more men are using makeup. They enjoy not only basic skin care like skin lotion and lip balm but full makeup from creamy foundation bases to smoky eyeliners.

    Following the trend, makeup salons for men are gaining popularity.

    In fact, the makeup salon featured in this article originally opened with the purpose of serving men and only added makeovers for women later. Naturally (this is Korea), they now offer couples’ makeovers.

    Women make up about 60 to 70 percent of Loft:D’s customers but there are some who bring—or drag—their boyfriends with them. They receive a unique service named the “Couple Makeup Event.”

    The service includes makeup service for the couple, drinks, snacks and two hours in a private photo studio. A professional photographer takes pictures of the couple once the makeover is finished and the couple can take home a small album

    […]

    “He used to look like this back in high school. It would be weird if he says he wants to wear makeup like this everyday, but looking at him now, I’m thinking some more skin treatment on him would be nice,” said one satisfied girlfriend, 24-year-old Kim Jwa-young.

    Other bits from the article:

    “I spent many years in Japan where it is natural for guys to shape their eyebrows, so putting on some makeup is not weird for me at all. I think men putting on makeup will soon be settled as a culture in Korea, just like how men getting perms did.”

    *****

    For men who are not yet familiar with makeup, the shop prepared a menu which customers can select from, as if choosing a drink at a cafe. The menu, which will continuously be updated, currently has three types of makeup for men - “Basic,” “Soft Smoky” and “Real Smoky.”

    “Basic” simply covers up the blemishes, while “Soft Smoky” adds some accent to the eyes with brown underlines. To get an idea of “Real Smoky,” well, think of Big Bang member T.O.P.’s eyes.

    While I am all about T.O.P. and his cohorts wearing makeup, I am not okay with the rest of this. I know that I probably should be, but I’m not, perhaps because I cannot get behind a girlfriend goading or cajoling her boyfriend into doing this, or perhaps because on more than one occasion I’ve seen one of my male co-workers sweat his makeup off in pale watery rivulets that ran into his shirt collar.  Or maybe I simply like my man clean-faced. Does that make me a crazy hypocrite?

    I will completely judge any dude who wears make up. Pop-stars included. The Undertaker is the only person who is allowed to wear eye liner.

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    rubendomfer: maullidos:jessiejives: (via thebeautifulyouth)

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    maullidos:jessiejives:

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    Just got a tattoo. Here’s some pictures of it, still raw and bloody from the two and some hours it took to get it done. Shit was painful. I would have cried, but that would require reverberations of my rib cage, which would have just increased the pain.

    It’s a traditional woodblock print of a dokkaebi (도깨비), a common type of monster in Korean folktales. “These creatures loved mischief and playing mean tricks on bad people and they rewarded good people with wealth and blessings” (wikipedia). 또개비s are really cool because unlike the traditional “evil boogeyman” that typify the monsters of western folklore, the Korean 또개비 was more of an anthropomorphized manifestation of nature or karma, which I think is very interesting. Plus the woodblock print is beautiful. This specific design was just one of many different and equally beautiful prints. If you keep your peepers open, these types of designs are all over Korea.

    REC

    Post Edit: I got it done at 75th tattoo. It’s a tattoo parlor in 홍대, second floor of the building right next to club FF. Check it out! Affordable and clean, also they have a huge husky (no not the bear), that just hangs around.


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    I don’t think I’ve ever used the right “shift” button in my entire life


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    reblogged from therealericchoi
    lauraallover: therealericchoi: Freezer full of meat = Happy Eric You know you’re a blogger when you start taking pictures of the contents of your fridge.  (Been there.) C’mon. It was a big deal at the time. Look how much meat is in there. And it’s two different kinds!

    lauraallover:

    therealericchoi:

    Freezer full of meat = Happy Eric

    You know you’re a blogger when you start taking pictures of the contents of your fridge.  (Been there.)

    C’mon. It was a big deal at the time. Look how much meat is in there. And it’s two different kinds!


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    Freezer full of meat = Happy Eric

    Freezer full of meat = Happy Eric


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    Guns and Homohill

    OK kids. Let me recap a fun filled weekend while I waste away the last hour of school.

    Friday -

    Chawlie, Yo, and I decided to go to the shooting range in the indoor section of Lotte World (none of us brought our cameras, hoping one of the others might). This is the first time I shot a real gun, and let me tell you, I was giggling like a little girl after every single shot. A little on the expensive side, but I wouldn’t mind doing it once or twice a month. There was a whole slew of handguns to choose from and I asked for the loudest one, just for fun. The man smiled the “know exactly what you’re looking for friend” kind of grins and pointed me to a .45 desert eagle looking gun. Although we only got ten rounds, and it probably only lasted about a minute and a half (that’s what she said?), it was definitely worth my 30,000 W. After doing that, we needed to kill more time so we decided to hit the arcade, which was also very enjoyable.

    After Lotte World, around nine, we went to the Hyehwa station area, which is just north of central Seoul. This is where all of us EPIK Foreign English Teachers first met for the first time and where we had our orientation for the first eleven days of Korea. It was nice getting back to our old stomping grounds. We drank at a WaBar that we frequented during our orientation and laughed and joked about things that had stayed the same and things that had changed. It was a good time. Also, I only ended up spending maybe 25,000 all night, so even though the shooting range was a little on the steep side, my post-shooting frugality helped even things out.

    Saturday -

    I have a wonderfully awesome, wonderfully gay pal named Paul. He has been to Homohill in Itaewon a few times, and this time he invited a few buddies (including me) to come as well. The only bad part is that we began partying extra hard even before we left Paul’s place, so I only have a spotted memory of the events of the night. It started with a horrible game of Fuck the Dealer where most of us were playing with either soju or vodka. After I finished the bottle of vodka I had brought to Paul’s, we all packed into taxis and headed over to Itaewon. We started off at Gecko’s and then some other place and then some other place after that. Before we left, I told Paul I was going to dance my ass off and make all the lesbians question their sexual orientation and make gay dudes wish they were not gay and were women, but I think when we got to Itaewon, I was so drunk that the only dancing I could muster was my signature blacked-out zombie two-step. The only place I remember is a little lounge called SoHo at Homohill. But again, I drank a little too much for my own good so there are large blocks of film that are missing. The last reel of film I have is it being around 5 in the morning and me walking around Itaewon like a soulless shell of man for some goddamn delicious Itaewon street kebabs. Finally got one while my other friends hit the cheeseburger stand nearby. Then, we got in a taxi and hit the high road.

    I do remember talking to a cute girl outside of Soho who happened to be from right around my hometown! I’m from Naperville, voted the best place to raise your kids in 2001. And she’s from Glen Ellyn: Home of the greatest community college ever created, College of Dupage. I remember that she was good looking, and I remember that her friend was giving me the stink eye, but nothing much more than that. I’m just glad I gave her my phone number and I made her text me before she left so that I could actually remember meeting her.

    Also. I inter-ed someone’s course. But I can’t go into detail. (Whispering) I think she might read this blog. So. Shhhhhhhh.

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    liljazz01: delicatelybruised: dreamboatcourtney: paganpoetry: mariasoyyo: (via ilikesunshineandchicago) Holy butts. That made me tear up a little.

    liljazz01:

    delicatelybruised:

    dreamboatcourtney:

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    mariasoyyo:

    (via ilikesunshineandchicago)

    Holy butts. That made me tear up a little.

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    My advanced kids are watching “Tropic Thunder” for their last day of winter camp.

    Why?

    (shrug)

    Why not?