Descriptions of modus vivendi in the city of Seoul being challenged from inside and outside
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
With Their Nets Raised High Up In the Air
What a stunning figure it is. Six elderly people on an everage commit suicides every year here in Korea. What's more stunning news is that many of them resort to horrible means of throwing themselves toward rushing subway trains.
In the midst of plummeting stock prices and forsaking truncated expectations, there is a bright side to the local scene. It's called the "Sungyop Lee Syndrome." Samsung's Ace Sungyop Lee has been tantalized by his would-be 56th homer, the seasonal record-breaker in the Asian zone professional baseball teams.
Sungyop and his troops are mobbed by his eager fans. His nation-wide fans are looking forward to 'netting' the coveted ball, which is rumored to value hundreds of thousands of dollars. His pretty wife, Songjung Lee, is also there to cheer him up. In the recent three games, his balls have reached short of the fence. Whenever the ball Lee hit was arching over the park, expectant spectators got to their feet with their sticks tied to nets raised high up in the air.
In the midst of plummeting stock prices and forsaking truncated expectations, there is a bright side to the local scene. It's called the "Sungyop Lee Syndrome." Samsung's Ace Sungyop Lee has been tantalized by his would-be 56th homer, the seasonal record-breaker in the Asian zone professional baseball teams.
Sungyop and his troops are mobbed by his eager fans. His nation-wide fans are looking forward to 'netting' the coveted ball, which is rumored to value hundreds of thousands of dollars. His pretty wife, Songjung Lee, is also there to cheer him up. In the recent three games, his balls have reached short of the fence. Whenever the ball Lee hit was arching over the park, expectant spectators got to their feet with their sticks tied to nets raised high up in the air.
What a Shame!
A Flintman from Seoul has his say. It'll be pungent from time to time and stinging sometimes, too, but will be warm inside his heart.
Thanks to one familiar online buddy's guide, I went to an American knowledge website. Next time I knew, somebody came forward and tipped me I happened to be 15,000,000th visitor and told me they would be willing to give me some prize money. I mistook it for the actual money and made a fuss of actually dialing the place from Seoul. (Hi, I am speaking from Seoul.) The callee's voice was distinctly audible but the problem was me myself. I was so excited at all the reality of the off-the-cuff trans-Pacific telecommunication. My mouth was stuck; I fumbled for words; I've got the blushed face. In brief, all the procedures which were asked of me to get the benefit of 1,000 plus $ some travel package--going through all the red tape of passport and visa procedures and the fresh account opening and the subsequent acquisition of Visa credit cards--was impossible. My greed has ruined the opportunity. I was able to behave otherwise. I am really sorry for all the fuss. All the fuss ended up sharing routine diplomatic exchanges and parting shots. I feel it imperative I get my tongues and lips tempered. What a shame.
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Thanks to one familiar online buddy's guide, I went to an American knowledge website. Next time I knew, somebody came forward and tipped me I happened to be 15,000,000th visitor and told me they would be willing to give me some prize money. I mistook it for the actual money and made a fuss of actually dialing the place from Seoul. (Hi, I am speaking from Seoul.) The callee's voice was distinctly audible but the problem was me myself. I was so excited at all the reality of the off-the-cuff trans-Pacific telecommunication. My mouth was stuck; I fumbled for words; I've got the blushed face. In brief, all the procedures which were asked of me to get the benefit of 1,000 plus $ some travel package--going through all the red tape of passport and visa procedures and the fresh account opening and the subsequent acquisition of Visa credit cards--was impossible. My greed has ruined the opportunity. I was able to behave otherwise. I am really sorry for all the fuss. All the fuss ended up sharing routine diplomatic exchanges and parting shots. I feel it imperative I get my tongues and lips tempered. What a shame.
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Friday, September 26, 2003
Beware of the Dangers Lurking in Your Way
A Flintman from Seoul has his say. It'll be pungent from time to time and stinging sometimes, too, but will be warm inside his heart.
All the gamut of hospitalities humanly imaginable lurk in your Asian tours. Nimble hands might touch you. Beware of crowded buses or subways, especially when people are milling around. (In Shanghai, Tokyo and Seoul)
You're travelling the countires with their social security doubted. If they, with initial surreptitious and dexterous search for foreign mobile coffer, do not produce any satisfying results, they might force invite you to their dens, in which they might make strong exhortations that you lighten the trouble of heavy tour yourself by entrusting management of your belongings and wallets to the host or, in extreme cases, by shearing arms or legs off their heavy body trunks. (In China and in the Philippines)
Make yourself reassured nonetheless, if you've got the identity of U.S. citizenship, of your personal safety. Making the U.S. tourist a target of prey is not on their humble minds. Because even the local rascals realize to the bone and marrow how fearful the United States could become. The dreadful footage of the angry U.S. has been etched in the brain of the locals. Even in that case, facial pigment counts. You know what is the semantic implication of my reference.
Lastly and most important, beware of the quakes the earth of the archipelago makes from time to time. When all is said and when all the factors of tourism security are taken into consideration, Seoul deserves the designation as one of the most secure tourist attractions. Excepting for a semblance of social unrest caused by anti-American demonstrators, Seoul is the city of humility, always bowing to the U.S.A., grateful in the bottom of their hearts. Even the participants in the candle light vigils in memory of two girl victims of armored vehicle accidents caused in the course of the U.S. military exercise, when the meeting is dispersed, most of them flock to the KFC restaurants or pizza huts, chatting and savoring the delicacies.
All the gamut of hospitalities humanly imaginable lurk in your Asian tours. Nimble hands might touch you. Beware of crowded buses or subways, especially when people are milling around. (In Shanghai, Tokyo and Seoul)
You're travelling the countires with their social security doubted. If they, with initial surreptitious and dexterous search for foreign mobile coffer, do not produce any satisfying results, they might force invite you to their dens, in which they might make strong exhortations that you lighten the trouble of heavy tour yourself by entrusting management of your belongings and wallets to the host or, in extreme cases, by shearing arms or legs off their heavy body trunks. (In China and in the Philippines)
Make yourself reassured nonetheless, if you've got the identity of U.S. citizenship, of your personal safety. Making the U.S. tourist a target of prey is not on their humble minds. Because even the local rascals realize to the bone and marrow how fearful the United States could become. The dreadful footage of the angry U.S. has been etched in the brain of the locals. Even in that case, facial pigment counts. You know what is the semantic implication of my reference.
Lastly and most important, beware of the quakes the earth of the archipelago makes from time to time. When all is said and when all the factors of tourism security are taken into consideration, Seoul deserves the designation as one of the most secure tourist attractions. Excepting for a semblance of social unrest caused by anti-American demonstrators, Seoul is the city of humility, always bowing to the U.S.A., grateful in the bottom of their hearts. Even the participants in the candle light vigils in memory of two girl victims of armored vehicle accidents caused in the course of the U.S. military exercise, when the meeting is dispersed, most of them flock to the KFC restaurants or pizza huts, chatting and savoring the delicacies.
Hateful Words
A Flintman from Seoul has his say. It'll be pungent from time to time and stinging sometimes, too, but will be warm inside his heart.
Lyrics of songs are full of hate words. They spit out hatreds, uttering, "get lost," "I don't want you any more," "I want you to die." Internet message boards of major news media and major portal sites turn out to be dumping grounds of filthy languages. How horrible. Irony is that the messengers of dirty lyrics are getting richer and richer each coming month.
Lyrics of songs are full of hate words. They spit out hatreds, uttering, "get lost," "I don't want you any more," "I want you to die." Internet message boards of major news media and major portal sites turn out to be dumping grounds of filthy languages. How horrible. Irony is that the messengers of dirty lyrics are getting richer and richer each coming month.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Millions of Thanks from the Bottom of My Heart
A Flintman from Seoul has his say. It'll be pungent from time to time and stinging sometimes, too, but will be warm inside his heart.
I'm trying. I'm trying to learn. Thanks a lot. I'll pay my debt someday.
I'm trying. I'm trying to learn. Thanks a lot. I'll pay my debt someday.
Why Not Appear?
A Flintman from Seoul has his say. It'll be pungent from time to time and stinging sometimes, too, but will be warm inside his heart.
How come my latest threads do not appear on my blog surfaces?
How come my latest threads do not appear on my blog surfaces?
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Hatred Must Be a Major Emotion
A Flintman from Seoul has his say. It'll be pungent from time to time and stinging sometimes, too, but will be warm inside his heart.
Hatred must be a major emotion. Hatred is like air, without which human beings cannot exist. Why hate? In this age of 'Love'?
"Tigers will get you," bullies, who happened to live nearer to the school, used to belch curses and epithets toward my hurried back, at a village junction, from which I had to walk one more mile deep through the darkened mountain valley and they giggled all the way.
"He died a good man and we mourn his loss," An American citizen of Korean descent named Don Kim makes a casual access to a South Korean media forum site from time to time and undertakes my funeral then and there, in which he posts the routine pictures of funeral ceremony. "I'll bury you on arrival at the U.S. soil," the other Komerican swears.
Why do they hate me? Because I call them "an opportunist," " a straddler" or "impudent." Because I tell them "not to meddle in my country's internal matters." Because I have recalled to them their true identities. I tell them, "You are not Korean but American." I tell them to do their best as American citizens.
I say to them, "do not call South Korea 'our country'. You're supposed to call America our country, okay?" They are furious all over. They are livid. They protest, "Your country is my country, too. How come we are not supposed to call our motherland our country?"
Hatred must be a major emotion. Hatred is like air, without which human beings cannot exist. Why hate? In this age of 'Love'?
"Tigers will get you," bullies, who happened to live nearer to the school, used to belch curses and epithets toward my hurried back, at a village junction, from which I had to walk one more mile deep through the darkened mountain valley and they giggled all the way.
"He died a good man and we mourn his loss," An American citizen of Korean descent named Don Kim makes a casual access to a South Korean media forum site from time to time and undertakes my funeral then and there, in which he posts the routine pictures of funeral ceremony. "I'll bury you on arrival at the U.S. soil," the other Komerican swears.
Why do they hate me? Because I call them "an opportunist," " a straddler" or "impudent." Because I tell them "not to meddle in my country's internal matters." Because I have recalled to them their true identities. I tell them, "You are not Korean but American." I tell them to do their best as American citizens.
I say to them, "do not call South Korea 'our country'. You're supposed to call America our country, okay?" They are furious all over. They are livid. They protest, "Your country is my country, too. How come we are not supposed to call our motherland our country?"
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Love Is a Horrible Thing!
A Flintman from Seoul has his say. It'll be pungent from time to time; stinging sometimes; but will be warm in heart.
Who said love is 'a many splendored thing'? The word 'love' doesn't evoke warmth and inspiration any more. The word has been degenerated into the dimension of all the evils human nature could generate.
Love is too transient; it does not last. Love gives you pleasure of short union; it gives you the subsequent pain of long separation. Betraying and betrayed, leaving the trace of exhausted emotions behind.
Why don't they learn to be patient? Why don't they remember the days they loved? It's a horrible thing for the parents to imagine 'the unexpected results' on the very day when their sons or daughters have tied knots with each other's companion.
Who said love is 'a many splendored thing'? The word 'love' doesn't evoke warmth and inspiration any more. The word has been degenerated into the dimension of all the evils human nature could generate.
Love is too transient; it does not last. Love gives you pleasure of short union; it gives you the subsequent pain of long separation. Betraying and betrayed, leaving the trace of exhausted emotions behind.
Why don't they learn to be patient? Why don't they remember the days they loved? It's a horrible thing for the parents to imagine 'the unexpected results' on the very day when their sons or daughters have tied knots with each other's companion.
Was It Really Enjoyable?
A Flintman from Seoul has his say. It'll be pungent from time to time; stinging sometimes; but will be warm in heart.
President Roh Moo Hyun of South Korea had been viewing a musical drama, local newspapers reported today, during the critical period of time when Typhoon Maemi (Cicadas) landed on the peninsula and began running amok, wreaking a havok on the nation. Mr. President, was it so enjoyable? Did you really savor every moment of it?
President Roh Moo Hyun of South Korea had been viewing a musical drama, local newspapers reported today, during the critical period of time when Typhoon Maemi (Cicadas) landed on the peninsula and began running amok, wreaking a havok on the nation. Mr. President, was it so enjoyable? Did you really savor every moment of it?
Why Oppa?
A Flintman from Seoul has his say. It'll be pungent from time to time; stinging sometimes; but will be warm in heart.
Why 'oppa'? (pronounced oh-ppa) Why do the young ladies of South Korea, notwithstanding they're going steady, or at betrothal, or even after tying the knot, insist on calling their partners 'oppa' (older brother)? Isn't this any social malady?
Why 'oppa'? (pronounced oh-ppa) Why do the young ladies of South Korea, notwithstanding they're going steady, or at betrothal, or even after tying the knot, insist on calling their partners 'oppa' (older brother)? Isn't this any social malady?
I Am Learning Type
A Flintman from Seoul has his say. It'll be pungent from time to time; stinging sometimes; but will be warm in heart.
I am learning everyday, which gives me great pleasure.
I am learning everyday, which gives me great pleasure.
The Road Not Taken
I've lost my old blog house as of today. I dunno why. I cried and cried for the lost one, but in vain. It has been a very modest one, but it has been my languages, which I am sure will liberate me from the dark days of ignorance sooner or later. I throw a sidelong glance, on and off, at the beautiful posts of my colleague bloggers. Compared to my homely cabin, they look like a huge sophisticated modernized building, which lets me down to the hilt. I am indebted to all the hospitality of the blogspot server operator for what I am now. I have been grateful for all this.
Respectfully Yours
I've lost my old blog house as of today. I dunno why. I cried and cried for the lost one, but in vain. It has been a very modest one, but it has been my languages, which I am sure will liberate me from the dark days of ignorance sooner or later. I throw a sidelong glance, on and off, at the beautiful posts of my colleague bloggers. Compared to my homely cabin, they look like a huge sophisticated modernized building, which lets me down to the hilt. I am indebted to all the hospitality of the blogspot server operator for what I am now. I have been grateful for all this.
Respectfully Yours
