i make her say

oh oh oh oh. oh oh oh ohhh oh. oh man these are hot. like a llama is hot. or like how cousin it is hot.

alexanderwang

prefall '10

and the party don't start til i walk in

and then it don't stop til 8 am. this place is going to kill me. i've yet to figure out how though. it's a tie up between work, parents, and alcohol.

debauchery

well will you look at that. here i was, thinking i couldn't possibly have a photo appropriate for the topic i want to address, when this baby comes up. i'll get to the point. i've been here for a good two months now and i still don't have friends that i am comfortable enough to demand a good night of debauchery from (of?). anyway. i miss going out with my friends, i miss being able to meet new people, and then reminisce about all the bad decisions that were made over a sobering meal of zippy's. ...i can't say i miss the surprise phone calls or texts from said "new friends", but hey. storys a story, right? but instead i sit at home, update my facebook and watch whatever english television is playing.

sometimes if i feel daring,

i go to the gym.

sigh.

teaching engrish

i know a fourteen year old kid who can write an essay on the differences between socialism and democracy. students that can tell me the names of greek gods, give me the rules/standards of prepositional phrases, and recite the first 10 multiples of pi. they're geniuses with the deceiving faces of prepubescent kids. these kids know so much and with their affluent family backgrounds and brains, it's almost guaranteed that they'll be roaming the ivy league school grounds within the next ten years. they'll be rolling in the dough (or still paying off college loans, although doubtfully, cuz samsung-CEO-daddy probably has that all figured out) by the time they're thirty. so how come i still feel sorry for them?

the standards that parents here have for their kids is unreal. korea had to pass a law that kids cannot be at academies (hagwons, tutoring programs) after 10pm, but there are still some parents that hire tutors to come to their homes and teach their kids until the wee hours of morning. uhm, hello? shouldn't your kids be sleeping? i end work at 10pm and the streets are littered with kids from ages 10-17, rushing home so they can study more, or finish whatever homework they've been given. no wonder they think american kids are so dumb! why do twelve year olds need to use words like, "fastidious, languish, connoisseur, slovenly"? they should be playing basketball, teasing the opposite sex, eating... sleeping!

but i mean... that's not going to stop me from giving them vocabulary tests, writing assignments, and ssat practice tests. i mean, it's not them paying me, it's their parents. and as long as that's the case, give the crazies what they want, right? right. then again, i'm the one who is in korea. teaching kids engrish. maybe if i was as smart as these kids, i would have gone to stanford. and i'd be working it real life at like... merrill lynch or on wall street or something...

ok you're right. i'd rather be teaching engrish.

but i'm jus' sayin.

i'm creepy but...

i gotta say this takes the cake. when i was little, i used to sleep with my barbies. until one day my sisters asked me, "aren't you scared to sleep with your dolls? like... they might come alive in the middle of the night..." OH. well, can't say i was before, but uhm. YEA, that KINDA seems like a thought a little kid could feed and nurture until they weep their pants. man. look at the smile on her face. how do her body proportions even allow her to hold a knife? much less attack a fellow barbie with one? her head is so big compared to her little feet, wouldn't she just topple over? also, they're all barbies... isn't this kind of like suicide? in a creepy, clonetastic way? unless the other doll was ken. or kelly. or stacy.... but, judging from the face in the microwave, i'm pretty sure thats barbie, yo.

she's gotta be some kinda butcher though, i mean look at those kalbi cuts!

spicy brains

high fashion resident evil. alice? you know you want this. and the zombie fights would just add to the rugged. HOT. is all i gotta say.

picture.from.knightcat.

git it

you know you're straight up thuglife gangsta when you can wear floral prints like this.

photo.by.thesatorialist