Tijuana for the weekend.

Did I mention Tijuana?

A cousin runs an auto repair place down there. Says he makes more money than he could in LA. "And you don't have to worry about facist California emission standards."

My four brothers (yeah, now you know why miss goody two shoes here swears like a sailor) go down there to drink it up with him. I think Charlie, one of my brothers, has a thing for my cousin's Mexican office girl. God help her.

So I'll be there till Wednesday. I'll check out the office girl chick and hang around at cousin's house. It'll be my base of operations for shopping. Only my brothers go clubbing in Tijuana.   ¶ 6:26 AM

  HEY SUNNY,

Created new email address for messenger while away.

marieham@hotmail.com

Sign me up and lets try.

  ¶ 1:33 AM

  With a couple of weeks to go before I'm in Seoul for a year, I've sold my old record collection to some wannabe rapper who wants to scratch them to shreds. We met at the mall to make the exchange. I didn't want him and his buddies coming to the house.

With cash in hand I'm off to buy myself an iPod.
  ¶ 10:19 PM

  Oh yeah.

The other reason I started this blog is to tell friends back in the States (which consists of LA and its environs, including quaint little coastal towns like SF) about my exploits in Seoul. That's right. As of March I'll be in Seoul studying more Korean. I do speak Korean, buddy. Just haven't been taught how to say nice things instead of wanting to body slam my cousin oppa when he makes me bow to him. Respect, respect. Key to Life.

My mother jokes about me finding a husband. IN KOREA? Great eomma. Twenty five years of speaking spanish and jive to profit from the grocery so your daughter can put on an apron and bribe teachers in Gangnam so her daughter can marry good, too.

NOT!

If there's some well mannered language students at Yunse, though, maybe some civilized clubbing would be nice. Kiss on the cheek for a night on the town. I read my comments.


  ¶ 5:23 AM

  My friends call me The Bisu. Sometimes they call me the Bisu Girl. Bisu means "dagger" in Korean. There are other words for dagger, but the type a woman keeps with her traditional Korean dress to slice off the hot red chilli peppers of drooling American soldiers in Korea is called a bisu.

I take no crap from no one. My mother says I'll be an old maid at 35 if I don't become a good girl who just smiles and nods when spoken to. I don't know how she knows she's the only one I smile and nod to, but when it comes from her it isn't crap so I take it. Besides, most white men make me sick (don't get all offended, if you're white and you meet me, the feelin going to be mutual), but being driven around by pimpled kyohpo boys in Hondas on the LA 405 isn't how I get off either. You'd think they'd be satisfied just jerkin' theyz joysticks at home, but no, they got to go burn rubber on Olympic, too.

I wear a skirt, but lift if for no fool. In LA, I carry a bisu and then some. I feel like bitching in the wind, so now I've got myself a blog. Don't like it? Go out and play. What kind of loser spends his time reading some girl's blog?  ¶ 2:25 AM