tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245811992009-02-21T18:36:08.027+09:00japa hapa in seoulMelindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1166078913352562432006-12-14T15:42:00.000+09:002006-12-14T15:48:33.363+09:00Blog this!<strong><span style="color:#993399;">Friends, Romans, and poker fags: Lend me your ears. J/k!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">I have been sooooo busy. Work is tough and I have been trying to finish my book of short stories. I promise to let you guys read them when I finish. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">I saw a really bad car crash in front of my building last Sunday. This car skidded and as I turned around I saw the black car spinning completely around, well I saw the last 180 of it and smashed head on with a car that had slowed to a stop in the opposite lane. They hit exactly head on and then the spinning black car collided with a car travelling slowly in the opposite lane as well. No clear reason for the accident, but then again, Korean people have never needed an excuse to crash into each other. I suppose it would be not quite PC to say Korean people cant drive, so I willonly say that people in Korea cant drive. Can I get away with that?! Love you all and send me an eticket to the Las Vegas convention. I'll buy a Vanna dress or something.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-116607891335256243?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1164246300820191082006-11-23T10:36:00.000+09:002006-11-23T10:45:00.836+09:00Mel needs to relax<strong> I've been soooo uptight lately, and feeling really catty. I wrote this post and then deleted it about this hidious looking woman who has this snooty blog where she thinks she is better than anyone. You should see this post she ran attacking this director who made a film about English teachers in Korea. She disagreed with him that English teachers were experiencing the real Korea. Oh! Like she experiences the real Korea. Anywho, I deleted the post because I felt that it was a little bit too much. I mean, I still hate the creature, but I'll let it go. </strong><br /><strong> One of the korean workers got fired on Monday. He is late for work more times than he is on-time and he has been repeatedly asked not to smoke in the hallways, there is no ventilation there. So, Mr. Nakamura fired him first thing Monday morning. He wanted to argue his way back into his job, but Mr. Nak wouldnt have any of it. Mr. Nak called security as soon as the Korean guy raised his voice and that cute young guard came up and took him away. We packed his shit up in boxes and Mr.Nak asked that a delivery service take the stuff to the poor bastard's apartment. I thought that was so cool. Mr. Nak is so stoic. Anyway, what have my poker faggots been up to? Hehe!</strong><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-116424630082019108?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1162607911433863782006-11-04T11:16:00.000+09:002006-11-04T11:38:31.453+09:00Korean Stalker<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">So, this Korean guy follows me off the subway yesterday. And he is following me down the street and pretending to send messages on his phone, but I am sure he was taking pictures of my ass. I walk the long(and crowded) way to work and he is still about 10 meters back. This guy follows me into the lobby of my building. So as I am walking to the elevator, I hear the security guard ask my stalker what he wants. Our firm own the building and as it is a financial institution the security is a little tighter than normal. The security guys at our building are not the usual old man watching security cameras(sleeping). They are young, tough-looking trained security personnel. I turn back and walk over to where they are. The stalker says nothing really, only stutters and seems embarrassed. So I tell the security guard that he was following me and talking picture of my ass with camera. The security guy looked angry and said something like...Phone....Pictures...Police. I guessed what he said. Stalker gives him the camera and this pervert has the phone LOADED with pictures of women. Maybe we should have called the police because he might start doing crazier stuff to women later. But the security guy just deleted the pictures of me and sent him away after I got his business card, just in case. Creep.</span> </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-116260791143386378?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1162374682609795292006-11-01T18:35:00.000+09:002006-11-01T18:51:22.623+09:00Busy little girl<strong><span style="color:#993399;">I am sorry I haven't posted much, and most of all sorry to my poker faggot friends, as I affectionately call them! I was in Tokyo for 5 days earlier last month. My great uncle passed away. Even though I didn't like him much(at all) I went to the funeral. He used to call me by this Japanese word that was basically the half-white nigger. In front of me. My mother would smile behind clinched teeth and bow. I needed a vacation and I wanted to celebrate his death. I hope the Japanese nowadays are not like </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">MAKAGUCHI KENJI. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Min-ha made a new boyfriend and was</span> </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">excited to have a drink with he and me together. We didn't do anything overtly lesbian, but the vibe was there and the body language and facial expressions were not to be missed. Min-ha wants to surprise him some day soon.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I have been reading the weblog of this stupid boring bitch named Jodi. He blog is boring and self-important but her dickhead friends might sayit is enlightened and erudite. Erudike, more like it. <a href="http://asiapages.wordpress.com/">http://asiapages.wordpress.com/</a> check it out. Oh, and don't forget to see the trashy "formal" dress she wore and the streetwalker make-up she has on. She took this ugly bald-headed Chinese soldier, who is in the US navy. I hope he is not looking at any classified material. LOL! So, she says she is not dating him but her "fuck me I'm dressed sluty"appearance says otherwise. I am sure that that dress and that make-up blended in well at a military "cotillion" (Oh fuck! LOL!!!), but it wouldn't go over well where I am from.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-116237468260979529?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1160625190002609242006-10-12T12:33:00.000+09:002006-10-12T12:53:10.016+09:00J came by last night drunk<strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">It was late, too; Probably close to midnight. I was so tired from working and then going to the gym after work that I had just collapsed in bed without having eaten dinner. I didnt hear the doorbell, but I sure as hell heard the pounding on the door. As a matter of fact, several of my neighboors heard too. I know this beacause I could see one man's door ajar and I could see the little red light on the videophone that means someone is using the videophone to look into the hallway. I was so embarrassed, but even more so, I was furious. I let him in but flipped the doorstop to leave the door open a jar. He was appologetic, albeit in an arrogant way. He looks so cute when he is drunk and trying to persuade me to let him spend the night. He never makes eye contact and looks like a small child trying to convince his parents to give him another cookie or stay up late and watch cartoons. Cute but in a pathetic sort of way that makes you smile and want to vomit at the same time. I felt a tinge of sorrow for him, or was it empathy. But this soon turned to irritation; Like the way a nip in the air is pleasant until the chill comes. I asked him to leave. I did so with a smile on my face. My mistake. He took this to mean I still liked him or something. He put one arm on my shoulder and moved his face closer to mine to talk. But he didnt talk softer, but at the same volume. Irritating drunk. He put his hand on my waist and squeezed in a sexual way. I grabbed his hand by the wrist and rotated it towards his thumb. It is an aikido move that my oldest brother, Gareth, had taught me the day before he got shipped to the first Iraqi war. I tried it on Gareth many times and even though he was 6'2" and muscular, I soon learned that I could take him down every time. Well, J is no Gareth. Never was and never will be. I twisted his wrist and he winced in pain. I guess since I was angered I twisted to hard or too quick, but he fell to the ground, which shouldnt happen. He was wining and I was getting angry at this point. I told him to get up or I would break his wrist. He started yelling very loudly and I let him go. He got up and wasnt yelling, but talking loudly and getting abusive. I pushed him twice and his back hit the open down the second time. I stepped forward and pushed the door open all the way and the doorstop held it that way. At this point, there were several doors open and several neighboors watching. I told J loudly and in Korean(for the neighboors to hear, J cant speak Korean) that I will call the police if he doesnt leave. The college kid form across the hallway looks like a nice guy and he is kind of big. i think he just got out of the military as his hair is still short. He stared at J with a look of concern on his face. I am sure that he was ready to help, but J left, I told him never to come back again. "Fine," he said. He left. I went back to bed, but was upset and couldn't sleep. He is not welcome back here. Ever. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-116062519000260924?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1160139067415703902006-10-06T21:43:00.000+09:002006-10-06T21:51:07.433+09:00Strip Poker<strong>Since I got rid of Whatshisname, I have been lonely. I had Min-ha over for dinner and we drank beer last night. I told her about the poker gang that read my blog. She says she knows how to play poker and wants to show me. She says we have to play strip poker. So we both put on my winter clothes and started to play. She knows how to play so much better than I do so I was in spring clothes and she was still in Arctic wear. By the time I got down to my bikini, she was still in early spring. Everntually, I was buck naked and she basically jumped on me. She put such a deep scratch in my stomach from the big ass zipper on my down jacket.It was like a deep welt and I was pissed. She kissed it gently for me and I let her. I didnt learn all that much about poker last night but i did learn one thing. Two of a kind sometimes beats a full house.</strong> If you know what I mean.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-116013906741570390?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1159954743377120642006-10-04T18:31:00.000+09:002006-10-04T18:39:03.390+09:00J posted the last six posts!J stole my password for my blog and changed it. Then he posted the last 5 without my permission. I let him post on September 5th and then after that he changed the password and was posting crazy shit on my blog. WTF? He has been drinking alcoholicly and was verbally abusive to me. I broke up with him and actually had to go to his school to get him to tell me the new password for my blog. I am sorry for all that stuff he wrote. It's back to the old Mel from her on, I promise! Oh, my fans! And the poker gang. I miss you. Kisses to all, especially Ikky. I love you and prefer you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115995474337712064?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1159445621380623012006-09-28T21:09:00.000+09:002006-09-28T21:13:41.413+09:00all wounds point one way.<strong>Space Nakji-</strong><br /><strong>That is the name that was given. It was said that she was with Min-ha, that she knew that J would be hurt, that she had something to gain from the endeavor. She tried to get me to meet her in Hogdae before. I didnt. I se now that this is part of the plot. The blood trial has let from the place it was . My cousinds have taken care of the former business. Space nakji will be made to pay. We are traking her. She will come under my knife personally. Vengence is mine. Any info will be paid for. Let me know. </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115944562138062301?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1158578519111280522006-09-18T20:12:00.001+09:002006-09-18T20:21:59.113+09:00my apartment was thrashed1It seems that J stole some money from a night club he was working for as a bodyguard. Min-ha was actually working at the room salon. That is how J met her. I think that Min-ha stole the money and hooked up with J in an attempt to hide the theft. Anyway, it worked and J took the abuse and the damage.<br />I will meet with Min-ha tonight. She doesnt know that I know anything. My cousins are flying in from Tokyo tonight. They are low level Yakusa, but will help family anytime.<br />There will be trouble and Min-ha will give up the money or regret being born. She will be under my knife if she lies. I am sworn to revenge J at all costs. We will see.<br />I am off to the airport. My cousins await.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115857851911128052?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1158578422591010832006-09-18T20:12:00.000+09:002006-09-18T20:20:22.606+09:00my apartment was thrashed1It seems that J stole some money from a night club he was working for as a bodyguard. Min-ha was actually working at the room salon. That is how J met her. I think that Min-ha stole the money and hooked up with J in an attempt to hide the theft. Anyway, it worked and J took the abuse and the damage.<br /> I will meet with Min-ha tonight. She doesnt know that I know anything. My cousins are flying in from Tokyo tonight. They are low level Yakusa, but will help family anytime.<br />There will be trouble and Min-ha will give up the money or regret being born. She will be under my knife if she lies. I am sworn to revenge J at all costs. We will see.<br />I am off to the airport. My cousins await.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115857842259101083?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1158336631528811112006-09-16T01:08:00.000+09:002006-09-16T01:10:31.540+09:00updateJ got out of surgery two days ago. They releaved the pressure in his brain and he will probably make it. The trouble is that I went to his apartment and someone had bfroken in and trashed it. The police are coming there now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115833663152881111?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1157887959752496572006-09-10T20:26:00.000+09:002006-09-10T20:32:39.770+09:00J is in the hospital<strong>I can't believe this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </strong><br /><strong>I really can't.</strong><br /><strong>J got taken to the Yonsei severance hospital last night at 2 am. He had a cracked skull and had been run over by a car. The thing is, he looked like he had been in a fight first. He went into emergency surgery and is not expected to survive. He had to be flown by helicopter to the hospital. I dont know what to do. There is no one to call. J's parents have passed on and he has no family. I dont know what to do.</strong><br /><strong>I'm sorry. That's all I can write.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115788795975249657?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1157398548056922452006-09-05T04:32:00.000+09:002006-09-05T04:35:48.120+09:00poker fags die.<strong>Hey, How you doing?</strong><br /><strong>I am Mel's boyfriend.</strong><br /><strong>All poker faggots must die.</strong><br /><strong>Fly to vegas,</strong><br /><strong>lose your parents' money,</strong><br /><strong>sell your assholes on the street,</strong><br /><strong>take a pimp's shank to the stomach.</strong><br /><strong>Die.</strong><br /><strong>Have a super day!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>p.s.-Come to Korea. We meet, we fight, you bleed.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115739854805692245?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1156218741445792142006-08-22T12:40:00.000+09:002006-08-22T12:52:21.456+09:00Back to business as usual<strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Well, I've been just back to going to work, heading to the gym, and hanging out with J. The folks at work are as needy as ever and need to chill out every once in a while. I swear, if the Koreans at work dont calm down I'm going to start dosing the water cooler with valium. The Korean men just walk around work all visably stressed out. Sometimes they come up to me all stressed, but I just tell them to talk to Mr. Makaguchi. The last thing I need is some wound up ajosshi taking his stress fest out on me. I just tell them to talk to Mr. Makaguchi and then ignore them. That really pisses them off, but what's a girl to do. Mr. Mak understands that I dont want to deal with them and he has told me to send any rude Koreans straight to him for de-worming. Well he didn't quite put it that way, but you catch the meaning, right? Oh! If one more Korean at the office looks down my shirt I will start kicking ass and taking names. The Japanese guys dont do that. Sometimes I think I never want to talk to another Korean man ever.No. I am sure of it. Min-ha is meeting me for dinner and drinks tonight. I dont think J will be coming. He just got back from a trip back to California and wants to sleep. He has been so cute lately, buying me small gifts and sweet talking me. I think he is really head-over-heals in love with me. Maybe I am too. I am not sure though.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115621874144579214?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1155514161973754692006-08-14T09:04:00.000+09:002006-08-14T09:09:21.986+09:00Flight of Melinda<span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Iakaris,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>You fly too high with your professions of love for me, yet fly too low with the untermension of poker bottom-feeders who leave superfluous comments on the blog of a girl they have never met. If you love if true, then email to me directly. Oh_my_melinda. Otherwise, you do me dishonor to publicly mock me with your entries of the heart.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115551416197375469?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1155086843604843512006-08-09T10:16:00.000+09:002006-08-09T10:27:23.620+09:00Back now!<strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hi everyone!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">I just got back from Tokyo last night. I had a blast! Except, the people at my job were kinda worried about me. i made up some lame story about having visa problems because I was just having too much fun with my cousins. I am at work now and I was getting some looks, like why didnt she come earlier? Or was her story bullshit? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Anyway, we went out almost every night. Riko, my closest cousin, works at a hostess club. She has to go to work dressed up as a middle school girl. Her parents dont know, they just think she likes to hang out a lot with her boyfriend. She said she would get $30 if she got me to go for an interview, $50 if I put on the middle school girl uniform at said interview, and $100 if I worked there. It was kinda creepy. the japanese managers looked like yakusa, and Riko said they werent, but were controlled by them. I looked so cute in the uniform. I took pictures. No, you cant see them! So I worked in the club with Riko for 2 weeks. At first i thought I would get raped or something, but it was really fun. Sometimes the Japanese older men put their hands on you but it is only around the waist or on the legs. Really nothing sexual at all. And I got to practice my Japanese, and got paid and drank for free. Riko goes with a Japanese businessman who is about 50 years old. She gets him to give her about $5000 every month and she basically does what ever he wants. I am not into that, but she said he treats her well and is rather nice. It is good to be back home in Seoul though. J patiently waited for me. He really likes the middle school uniform I brought back. He wouldnt let me take it off, at least not all the way. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115508684360484351?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1153362301960319972006-07-20T11:07:00.000+09:002006-07-20T11:26:47.040+09:00I'm back!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1225/2550/1600/Ash_b4_semi.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1225/2550/320/Ash_b4_semi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">This is a picture I took at work yesterday with my webcam.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">I have been doing some translating for a Japanese company downtown. The need emails written in perfect English sent to their American partners in New York. Since none of the Koreans or Japanese at the office have any English skills really, the is what I do. Someone in the office will send an email to me, I make the English better and all business-like^^, and then send it to New York. When new York sends the email back, someone will give it to me and I will be asked to Translate it into Japanese and make it simple English for the Koreans to understand. Yes, it does sound difficult. And the number of emails is HUGE! OMG, I sometimes do 30 or 40 a day. So, this has been going on for almost a month now. Last week I was sick, sort of, and took the day off. They went apeshit! They called and begged me to come in. I didn't. The next day I sort of dropped the hint very tactfully and in Japanese, that I wanted to make my position more permanent. The day after that they offered me a job. They wanted to know how much money I wanted. I told them I would consider how much and tell them the next day. I actually had no idea how much to ask for. It is a lot of work to do. But I kinda sort of enjoy it. I asked J. J said I should ask them for 3 million won a month. I told them the next day and they agreed and began going into my schedule and what they accepted of me. I barely heard them as I was so shocked that they agreed to that much money. I will fly to Tokyo tomorrow as I need to get a new tourist visa and also I will visit my grandparents. They live there. Tokyo is a great place and my cousins who live there, the ones who are close to my age, always take me out and we have such a blast! Everything is so good these days. J and I have come to an agreement on Min-ha. If we have her, we have to have her together. Like a team, J said. That's all. I have to get ready to go to Tokyo. Bye!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115336230196031997?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1152757168774340042006-07-13T11:15:00.000+09:002006-07-13T11:19:28.786+09:00suprise.<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I returned from meeting some friends last night and J was in bed with Min-ha. They were having sex. They werent even embarrassed by it. They just asked me to come and join but I said no and they just continued fucking. J didnt understand why I was angry. He is after all my boyfriend, but since we had already had a threesome with Min-ha he couldnt understand why i was angry. I just watched them fuck. Thats it. It was an awkward scene and I went over to spend the night at my Korean family's house. I couldnt tell them what happened other than that we argued. Now, I dont know if i overreacted or what. Was it really cheating on me? This is a wierd situation. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115275716877434004?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1152145820759416812006-07-06T09:11:00.000+09:002006-07-06T09:49:51.933+09:00What a weekend.<strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">Last Saturday night was totally awesome. My boyfriend and I went dancing at the club where we first met. We had some drinks with J's friend earlier and went to Hongdae. There was this really beautiful Korean girl who was dancing with 2 other girls. That is common in Korea. We smiled at each other a couple of times. It was more like flirting. Her body was so hot. She had long black hair and a straight perm. Her body was thin, but athletic. She was wearing a short black sleeveless dress and it was tight across her body. Her breasts were very small, but looked perfect on her toned frame. I think she waited until J went to the bathroom, because as he did, she invited me to dance. I did. We dance and then a little closer and a little closer. I leaned in a brushed my cheeck across hers. She did the same later but I think she kissed my ear. It was the same as what I had done, but more. I put my arm on her waist. It was hard. I squeezed and she was seriously toned. Really hard. She seemed to like that and touched me the same way. I wanted her so bad. I had forgot about J. I don't know how long I had been with this girl. I looked over and J had a beer at the bar. He was smiling at me. I hoped he wouldn't be angry. I walked over to him with the girl and intoduced her to him. She was a university student at Yonsei. It is a really good school from what I heard. J knows that I am bi, but I didn't know what he was thinking now. I suggested that we go back to the bar where his friends were. It was closed. We ended up going back to our apartment with beer. At the apartment, I confessed to Min-ha that I was bi. She said that she was too. J just sat with his back to the wall and let the conversation go without him. What was he going to say? I moved in and kissed her gently. She did the same. It got more intense. I whispered into Min-ha's ear, "my boyfriend." And we both made our way over to J. Long story short, she didn't leave until late Sunday night. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115214582075941681?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1150687775684578372006-06-19T12:02:00.000+09:002006-06-19T12:29:35.706+09:00Moved out, moved in<strong><span style="color:#666600;">Did not go to the institute like I said I was going to with my BF. We decided it was better to call in sick until they got sick and fired me. Meanwhile, Saturday BF and I moved all of my stuff into his apartment. He has a three room place and we kind of live together like we are married. He is super clean, but not to the point of being weird about it. I love him so much. He is so cute. So Monday I called in sick. Tuesday I called in sick. Wednesday I called in sick. Thursday I called in sick. Then Thursday afternoon I get this call from the director. He wants to know where I am. I told him I was at home. He said he and the head teacher are knocking on the door to my apartment now and I am not answering. OMG! I quickly changed the story to being at my BF apartment and guess what they did. They went inside my apartment!!! Can they do that!!!??? Then they started asking me where my things were and they sounded angry, so I hung up. Friday they called back and said I was being fired. I asked about the release letter and they said they wouldn't give me one. I cried and hung up. My BF called the director back and talked to him for 15 minutes. BF talked and director yelled. When the director yelled me BF would hold the phone away from his ear and make funny faces. Did I mention how cute he is?! Somehow he got the director to agree to give me a release letter. I asked him how he did it and he said that you have to shame them into giving it. He said the reputation of the school should be more important than a letter. He was very convincing. Thanks Babe!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-115068777568457837?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1149638890069556152006-06-07T08:56:00.000+09:002006-06-07T09:08:10.083+09:00Long time no blog<strong><span style="color:#000066;">It has been a long time since I blogged and there are several reasons for this. First, I don't have a PC at my home so I have to go to the PC room. Eww. Too many smokers. Every one is a smoker. I almost get asthma or something just being there. Reason number two is that I am quitting my job on Friday. Well, actually after they put my salary into my bank account. What will I do? Well you might be suprised but I am moving into my boyfriend's apartment. Crazy right? But Melinda! You haven't even been working there but only a little bit more than two months. And Melinda! You have been dating him even less than that! Well, whatever! I love J and he loves me. And it was kinda his idea to move in together. I mean, we had been almost living at his place as it is. His place is a lot bigger than mine and the boy keeps a clean place, I'll have to give him that. He told me that I can stay at his place and find privates or get a new contract if the school will let me. He says he will take the day off on Monday and go with me to the institute to quit. I don't know if they will be super-angry or what. Koreans kind of have bad tempers. I don't know the logic of this decision but I can't work there anymore. Everytime they ask me to please understand them I want to scream. No more bullshit.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-114963889006955615?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1147746391465374602006-05-16T11:15:00.000+09:002006-05-16T11:26:31.490+09:00the inevitable downward spiral<strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">The job has gone from bad to worse and i am really upset. I have a serious disliking for the manager and we had words on Friday. He said I was trying to be part of the team because I have been insisting that they fix up the crappy appliances at my place. The washing machine is useless and J(my boyfriend) has been doing my wash. He smiles and says he doesnt mind, but I don't know that I believe him. Yesterday he came by my place with an empty duffle bag and stuck all my dirty clothes inside and took them back to his place.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"> "service."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Still I wonder how long he will be sweet to me. Sometimes guys can be such jerks, but he is almost too good to be true, so maybe he is. The manager of my hogwon said I was unreasonable and acting "child-like" because I insisted that he get me a new washing machine and a new wardrobe. It's falling apart. I told him that if he wanted me to understand him as he always says that he must try to see things from my view too. He just started talking about something totally different and I walked out of his office. He came after me and talked very loud in front of staff and some students. I was humiliated. I had to go back into his office. What an ass! J says that I don't have to take his shit, but that I need to be carefull, too. He thinks the best plan would be to mess up at work and get fired. Like come late and be rude to the students so they complain. He says that if I quit, that the manager will not release me from my contract and that I won't be able to work untill next year. So, I hope some of you reaing this will advice me as to weather J's plan is a good one or not. I am scared. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-114774639146537460?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1147061795018397842006-05-08T13:11:00.000+09:002006-05-08T13:16:35.020+09:00I posted my last post on my boyfriend's blog by mistake!<strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Read my last post and just imagine how my boyfriend felt when I accidentally posted it on his blog. Ok, so we were drinking at his place and a little bit drunk. And I just logged into his blog by mistake and put in the entry. We just realized it this morning. He had this look on his face and his mouth moved but no words came out. Then he kind of chucled, smiled and said "But my mom reads my blog." Haha! We laughed and laughed. Sorry Baby!!! </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-114706179501839784?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1147061455004459712006-05-08T13:10:00.000+09:002006-05-08T13:10:55.016+09:00I will not be quitting.My boyfriend(Yes! He is my boyfriend now!^^) convinced me not to quit.Actually, he said go ahead and quit, but I would have to move into his apartment and be his maid/slave. He is so wierd sometimes. I wasn't sure if he was serious or not because sometimes I am not sure whether he is joking or not. I think you call it a dry sence of humor. We have been going out, or staying in, together every night for the past week. I think he really likes me. He is like, mid-30's though. But if everything stays good between us, that's all that matters right?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-114706145500445971?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24581199.post-1146720029147058562006-05-04T14:13:00.000+09:002006-05-04T14:20:29.156+09:00I am seriously considering quitting on the tenth.<strong><span style="color:#006600;">Well they won't fix my washing machine and won't buy me a new one. The stove top is rusty. The apartment is nice, but the stuff the school provided is shit. I should just quit on the tenth after I get paid. Plus they are so mean to me at work. "Please understand me" the director says and then won't fix my apartment. "You have to understand my situation" and then takes more money out of my paycheck. All they do is take and all I do is give. I'd rather go back to Winnetka.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">The guy I met last weekend called. We went out for dinner and drinks. He made me eat dried squid. It was kinda good. It tasted like beef jerkey, or something. I think he wants to get close to me, but he didnt even touch me, so I don't know. I like him and we have fun together. It's nice being with someone who thinks the same way I do and genuinely laughs at my stupid jokes.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24581199-114672002914705856?l=japahapainseoul.blogspot.com'/></div>Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412191858679750468noreply@blogger.com3