feel me, prlends.

Updates!

1. We are staying in Korea, after all (and so the blog lives on). We still haven't signed our contract yet, but maybe we will tomorrow? Stay tuned...
   
2. I no longer have a cell phone. I lost it in Club Harlem (a "booby booby club", acc. to natives -- not quite sure what it means) after giving my number to a Canadian. Serves me right (sorry, i won't do it again; you know who you are). Call Jen's.
   
3. We are officially in business as Korean matchmakers. Every male we've met (ages 18-35) is desperately seeking a Korean gf/wife. It has become our job to find them women. We tell them we don't have any friends to set them up wtith, but they ask us to try anyway.

   
4. Dating culture is HUGE here. Couples abound, in matching outfits, called Couple Tees (from hats, shirts, to shoes). It's the cool (and economical) thing to do - couples get discounts on everything! (the following photos were taken at LotteWorld).
   
   
5. We got fingerprinted. At the police station, a military officer (a 22-year-old in the middle of his mandatory 2-year service) asked for my number and contact information and that I return in 2 years (once he's done serving his country) because he "wanted to touch [me]." I felt uncomfortable, but he insisted.
6. Koreans have extremely low alcohol tolerance, compared to us college grads. Jen and I have amazing stamina. When we call them the next day at 2pm, they're just waking up. College has prepared us well.
   
7. We saw Shia LaBeouf. In Transformers (or Teu-len-seuh-poh-muh, as Koreans call it), that is. We were two of the only people in the theater (everyone had seen it a week earlier). We had assigned seats, popcorn, and dried "butte" squid. It was effin awesome. I love America. and Robots!
   
   
   
8. On the fourth of July, we decided to go all-American and eat Mexican food for dinner. At night, we hit Itaewon (the American enclave near the military base) and saw many transvestites, drunk American soldiers, and fat white chicks in pastel tank tops. We played darts with the boys and won, thoroughly emasculating them even further. It was close but Ellen scored 2 bulls-eyes in a row to secure our victory and another round of free drinks.
   

   
9. We went shopping. The clothes were tiny and indecipherable.
   

The last shirt, which Jen purchased, reads as such:

Feel me, prlends [friends] that you feel my am, proteaol [???] that you love me, puted [??] that you that me, know I do.

Amen.