8 discs of fabulous world pop...

...only 10,000 won!

i went to lotte mart after school, opting to get groceries during the week as i plan on being rather occupied this weekend.  on the subway ride home, a little korean lady got on, pulling a large cart with a boom box.

"SAWEET!" i thought, "it's like im back in paris!  i wonder what she's gonna do..."

in paris, if this event occurred, there would be singing, rapping, maybe an accordion.  i had seen it all in paris.  the subway musicians were never scarce, always working for their dinner.  they were incredibly entertaining and i always secretly reached into my coat pocket to turn off my ipod, knowing that if i appeared to not be paying attention to their performance, i would not be bothered to give them money (sorry, i am cheap when it comes to things like this.  i will pay 60 euros a ticket to see jay-z and kanye, but i will not pay a musician 5 euro cents.  hmm, perhaps i should rethink my values).  

in korea, however, they do not play music.  they sell it.  they sell cheap 8-disc sets of pirated music.  it was the world pop extravaganza, being sold on line number 4.  the woman stayed on for three or four subway stops, changing the song at each stop.  it was all american music.  she wandered through the subway car, speaking in korean.  i imagine that she was telling everyone how her music was just fabulous and that it would change your life completely.

10,000 won.  that's a steal.  you all know what you'll be getting for christmas...

shit, i forgot.  it's illegal to send pirated materials through the mail.  

don't cry.

(please, dont believe a word of sarcasm that pours from these fingers.)

classes today were fine, nothing overly entertaining to report.  i have a two-hour class next to a classroom that contains 3 of my favorite students from last session, one of whom i found rather adorable.  i miss them.  i go into their class everyday at the break, knowing that i will be greeted with smiles and 'cleo-kentra, we miss you!'  and then i go face blank stares for two hours from my level ones.

this is going to be a long fucking month.  i know that everyone has to start somewhere when they begin learning a new language.  except i feel like every newbie is starting with kendra.  i am losing my own english ability.  i speak slowly and clearly all day long.  nothing would turn me on more than for someone to whisper sweet idiomatic expressions in my ear, turn on some jay-z and rap with me, and then talk really, really, really bloody fast.  and then use some really big words.

i am kendra.  i am a teacher.  am i a teacher?  yes, i am.

this is what my world has boiled down to.

i have one class of level 4s who will inevitably be my saving grace.  one student is rather attractive.  i'm starting to enjoy korean men, more so than before. 

but not nearly as much as the british fellas.  they will never go out of style...