Get Your Own Kimchi: January 2011

What a awesomely-bizarre concept! The doggy cafe, of which many, are popping up all over Seoul. I think by now I've read at least four or five signs in major areas advertising these very lovely, entertaining "cafes".

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A Mid-January pick up is definitely needed at this point. Three weeks in and the snow on the ground is a promising sign that things might be okay. January is always better with a little (or even better, lots of it) snow on the ground. this 'cafe' (if you could even use the sacred frappe-mocha-non-fat-sugar-free-latte word to describe it) is a great place to just enjoy the company of man's best friend. This is Hongdae's version of the doggy cafe. a simple three step process!!! one) wait for a table. two) sit down, order something to drink (most of them being priced above 4,000w). three) sit back and relax as pups, dogs and beasts roam the cafe coming over to say hello and be loved. bring your own dog for a dog-sitting service or just to hang out. everyone gets along here and there's plenty of love to go around for the whole bunch! big dogs, little dogs, matching dogs, tye-dyed dogs, hyper dogs, and calm dogs... they're all there... enjoy!

he was a beast. taller than me if i was kneeling!!

curious puppy

this one really wanted to go outside, but it wasn't her turn yet, so she proceeded to place herself on top of the leads till they took her outside, haha

matching scared-y cats

on the table, in your lap, sprawled on the floor, in their kennel, on your chair... anywhere they want to go

it's funny. to break a cork.
you really have only two ways out of your predicament.
get a cork-screw or you have to shove the remaining bit into your bottle. i suppose it's an even sillier predicament to have to complete this task on a moving subway. the eyes... wondering. the bottle convulsing as the car wobbles on the tracks as the train hurtles from one station to the next. well there isn't much wobbling comparatively, but as you could imagine the wobbling whilst you try to punch a cork into its bottle because you don't have a cork-screw... hmmm. ahh. a wintry subway - - - -

you know me. really. it's minus 13 out. finally i've traded in my mini-skirt and hot shorts for a woolly scarf and two pairs of pants... not to mention the three shirts i'm wearing, plus my jacket. it's not that the stations are cold... it's walking around that is. and it's the shear evil-ness of the winter here. at least by now at home i'd have a consistent three inches on the ground. insulation from the chill. something to warm my bones with.

here the wind bites around the sky scrapers and shoots down the sides of buildings to crawl under your skin and scrape at the back of your spine. making your eyeballs hurt and your nose freeze. possibly even in your own damn apartment! under the blankets when you don't wanna wake up in the morning because the floor heating is still to far away from your warm body between the sheets and duvet. and the cold morning tile in your bathroom makes you doubt the validity of showers for a week or two at a time.

and here all i'm doing on the subway now, on a not even Very cold day is catching a bus to suwon, and wait.. what's happening now. my ass is burning? quite literally. the seat in the subway has my cheeks alight and sweaty, this doesn't bode well for the trip out into the cold soon, better to stand in discomfort than cause my pants to freeze to my skin because of a slight bond of moisture.

mmmm,.. ahhh big-gulp.oh 7-11 why don't you have them? big-gulps, no never been interested in those, but the idea of them reminds me of slur-pees. so no, not the big gulp, the slur-pees. they're non-existent. *sigh* worthless space if you ask me, no not slur-pees... 7-11. what's the point.

some silly aspects of my product driven life. i've come to terms with no slur-pees, though they're still wastes of space.. 7-11's. but yeah, no slur-pees, no car, no personal space... wait that's more environment than product. or maybe i was a product of that view now slowly becoming a product of this view.
thrown into the the crunch-n-bunch, shuffling-bustling life... a new environment a new product? could it be. god no. please. it could mean so much more than just an adjustment to shuffle and bustle. i wouldn't allow myself to spend an additional three hours each day checking my clothes and make-up (wait, i'd be wearing make-up... ahh!)
have i accustomed myself to the aujimas shouldering me to get past only to stop in front of me? or the constant coughing into the air i breathe? or the looking in the subway as i squeeze my non-korean ass onto a korean-ass sized seat? pfht. i dun-no. maybe it's the wine this time around?
ahh... gangnam exit. here we go.. bum bum bum

exit three, buses 3000, 8001 both will take me where i want to go. see yaas.
ahhh pushing. so much pushing
off the train, in the station, mini skirt asians with blonde hair flash past on the way to fanciful nights out on the town. gangnam. beauty. primal. savage. carnal.... wait mini skirts... hot shorts, in winter?!
well at least they have nice legs right now. i can't tell if exposing them to prolonged nights of harsh cold would be beneficial to their youthful appearance. maybe i'll think about the article i just read about cold water swimming and how it's supposed to be good every so often, as i walk outside...
nope.nope.nope.nope.nope.nope.nope.nope.nope.nope.
it's warm on here though. maybe they know something about youth and cold that i don't but the bitter wind stresses me. i can feel my wrist stiffen and my body protest. i was raised in four seasons but that doesn't mean i can consider this a season. toll bridge. i'll stay seated on the stairs with a good view of the door window and drink my wine watching snow piles go by. i'll pass the twenty minute ride in pseudo mi-gook korean style. by the door. i like it here. it's my winter break.

enjoy the captures

lazy lean. tired kids. shabby santa

andy's face. a+

happy carolers, prize hats, time to go home

olympic peace gate skate rink! the helmets make people look stupid so i'm not posting any pictures of myself on here skating... i'll thank myself when i'm 30 that they only ever stayed on old blue