Friday, July 09, 2004
K-Rage
K-Rage is a term I heard today to describe the feeling that you get when you encounter the NUMEROUS things that are strange here in Korea and just the overall inability to get things done. It's a good term, and I was K-Ragin today. It was pretty bad. I tried to buy a subway ticket but they wouldn't give me one and then some older guy pushed me out of the way to get in line. I was about ready to twist his big 'ole head right off.
Then I wanted to have "sam-gyap-sal" for lunch, but Yun Jung laughed at me and told me that people don't eat that for lunch in Korea.
Well ... fuck them, then.
When I get back to New York, I'm going to eat WHATEVER I want. WHENEVER I want it. I'm going to walk into a restaurant at 8:15am and order a fried chicken patty sandwich with peanut butter and meringue between two slices of pepperoni pizza ... and they'll f**king give it to me. Goddamn it, if I want a freeze pop wrapped in fruit roll-ups with habanero sauce on it, I should be able to get it somewhere.
So, anyway, that's K-Rage.
Then I wanted to have "sam-gyap-sal" for lunch, but Yun Jung laughed at me and told me that people don't eat that for lunch in Korea.
Well ... fuck them, then.
When I get back to New York, I'm going to eat WHATEVER I want. WHENEVER I want it. I'm going to walk into a restaurant at 8:15am and order a fried chicken patty sandwich with peanut butter and meringue between two slices of pepperoni pizza ... and they'll f**king give it to me. Goddamn it, if I want a freeze pop wrapped in fruit roll-ups with habanero sauce on it, I should be able to get it somewhere.
So, anyway, that's K-Rage.
