77 days later

it has been 77 days since my last blog entry, the crafting of which I’ve no doubt is 2 blame for the subsequent end of my then blissful, reposeful existence, & the reason why i haven’t been able 2 create a single blog entry since. well my 77-day, self-induced blogging jinx is over, & i’m back. that’s not 2 say the reasons it – my blog – has been kept quiet for the past 11 weeks won’t also be the same reasons that keep it quiet for another 11 weeks; they very well could, but here’s hoping they don’t (‘they’ can roughly be encompassed as time sapping, work related duties, so numerous in quantity that there is no way i could ever again claim, as i foolishly did 77 days ago, 2 be an ‘expensive luxury’). anyway, regardless of how many days have passed since my last entry the irrefutable fact is that i’m still here. yep, i’m still living, working &, most importantly, playing with seoul. except these days something’s are a little different. while i’ve gone from having seemingly nothing 2 do 2 having everything 2 do, the temperatures have increased such that i’ve gone from turning the heating off 2 turning the air-conditioning on (the mosquitoes aren’t here yet but they are on the way). i’ve also gone from being illegal 2 be very much legal (thanks 2 a recent 2-day hop, skip & a jump over 2 japan 2 resolve visa issues), & i’ve gone from sharing my apartment with bill 2 sharing it with nobody. what else? well, in what seems 2 be the revolving door that is ck, 4 people have left, 5 have come on board & 2 have gotten married, i’ve come closer to get unmarried (i prefer that word 2 ‘divorced’), an ex-korean president decided 2 kill himself, the 1^st camp of the summer started, i spent 24 hours in a van being transported 400km for 8 hours of drinking, susan boyle - you know her, right? - became an international superstar (even in korea), swine flu has done the rounds, i’ve got through 2 books (1 of them the best book i've ever read), & i’ve sampled luxury, korean style.

of course some things haven’t changed. bran & mel (& a few other oft-thirsty socialites) are still here (although not troopa) meaning i’m still guilty of having 2 good a time, i still haven’t joined a gym (although i have played squash just long enough 2 remind me how much i love it, & how much i miss playing sports), everyone in the ck office, even a few nameless newbie’s, still unashamedly fuss over me, my laptop hard drives still continue 2 fail (2 in the last 2 months alone, taking as many months worth of pictures & work with them), economies around the world are still in a shambles (that said the south korean one seems 2 be bucking the trend), korean girls on the street are still smoking hot (& getting hotter as the days do the same), & the north koreans are still pissing everyone in the region off (but realistically not scaring anyone).

so there you have it. the last 77 days of in a preverbal nutshell. 77 days from now is august 24^th, the day I take my latest flight home. here’s hoping i get 2 say hello before that, or @ least get 2 explain why i’ve been ignoring my blog.