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[princess]

[Pyongshin Sangja]

I drive a little van around my neighbourhood spraying huge clouds of DDT out the back. I think it's catching on.

[mullethunter]

i watched "dirty dancing: havana nights". twice.

[Demonicat]

Instead of stinking up my house by throwing Kimchi in the trash, I throw it out the window. I justify it to myself by saying that some homeless stray will eat it out of the alley, but I can't imagine man nor beast eating it.

[Tiberious aka Sparkles]

My second year in Korea, I took in a free cat advertised on the Internet. This feral monstrosity, though it was but a wee young thing, would claw and bite me non-stop, and more than a few times shred my newspaper before I had had a chance to read it.

Compounding my feline problems was the fact that kitty litter was nowhere to be purchased, and even after the wife (then girlfriend) and I covertly procured some sand from a nearby construction site, the little terror wouldn't regularly use the box, preferring instead to piss behind the TV stand and any other corner it deemed fit.

At night I would close the bedroom door, for I learned early on not to allow the wretched beast to lie abed with me, for the sake of my own sanity; it would claw and jump and bite at my face and legs ceaselessly into the early hours of the morning. But when I shut out the little devil, it mewled and caterwauled so that the neighbors cursed me, and I spent many sleepless nights.

At the end of my tether, I resolved to turn the enfant terrible out; I first tried to give it away in the same manner in which I had obtained it, but with no success. Finally I opened the door and nudged the cat out as I was on my way to work one afternoon. Yet it stayed; it was there seven hours later when I returned. I had second thoughts and wondered if it wasn't a good idea to give the poor thing a second chance, or at least wait a little longer until I could find someone to take it in. But the wife (then girlfriend), ever the Lady to my MacBeth, insisted that what I had done was for the best. The cat would soon enough venture out and either take up with the neighborhood strays, or, hopefully, a kindhearted man or woman would come across the cute little creature and find it in their heart to adopt the little Damien.

Three days passed, then four. The cat was still outside my door (hey! I'm a poet and I didn't even realize it). It looked emaciated and weathered, but still I wouldn't take it back in.

I like to believe I have compassion and a kind heart, but I guess that's untrue, a bunch of BS, because I let the cat stay outside my door for a full week, and when I awoke one morning, it was no longer there.

I like to think that the cat found someone, anyone, whether feline or human, to accept it into their fold. Sadly, I doubt this is true. One scorchingly hot summer afternoon three weeks later, while my mother was visiting from Canada, and shortly after I had proposed to my wife, we returned from lunch to find a tiny cat's corpse, fetid and desiccated, at the foot of the alley that ran up to our apartment.

Sparkles*_*

[eamo]

Tibby,

On stormy nights, when the window shutters start a-banging and the flash of lightning prevents sound sleep, do you hear a faint miaow.......

It's the Heathcliffe of the cat world.

[Tiberious aka Sparkles]

[Tiberious aka Sparkles]

Whoops! Double post.

Sparkles*_*

[eamo]

Darn you!

Subversive!!

You know I'm talking about Wuthering Heights and not giddly-diddly Heathcliffe the Cat!!

Was Donnie Walhberg in The Sixth Sense??

[plattwaz]

I'm loving this post...and feeling like much less of a horrible person reading that you all do so many of the same things as me. I too once stuck out my tongue at a gawking pedestrian, and also (and this is the first I have EVER admitted it) opened my mouth full of food to a staring ajumma. I close the elevator door on people, I tell people I don't speak English.....I even disobey all of the recycling laws on purpose.

And come to find out that I'm not going to hell for it! Or, at least, I'll see you all down there!!!

[jajdude]

I'm lazy. I work and prepare as little as I can get away with. I feign ignorance as much as I can. I think of my job as just something to do to deal with boredom. I like to start classes late and finish early. And I blame everyone else for my troubles.

That's not a bad 'confession' is it?

[steroidmaximus]

I drive through red lights and constantly speed. I also play loud obnoxious music with the windows down.

[sparkx]

I almost got canned within the first 2 weeks of my present job because I refuse to bow. I've been in Korea for almost 3 years and I have never once given someone a full bow (the little head nod thing yes, but never a bend-from-your-waist, respectful bow). I think it looks ridiculous when whitees do it.

The G.M and Director sat me down and gave me the whole "you need to respect Korean customs and try your best to fit in, eat korean food, blah blah blah." To which I responded, "If you wanted to hire a Korean you shouldn't have hired me. If you want to fire me, go ahead. Just don't expect me to become something i'm not."

I've been here almost 2 years and upper management loves me...I eat Korean food when i feel like it (which is actually almost everyday because I actually enjoy it), set my own work schedule and still have never bowed to anybody. Whoever steps in to this position after I leave will be in hog heaven.

[PaperTiger]

I watched "Anaconda" five times because I was too baked to remember the first four times.

I paid the bus fare with a Japanese 500 yen coin because they wouldn't change it at the airport along with my other Japanese currency.

When you weren't looking, I puked out your car window and then hit the doobie and passed it to you. You might want to stop at the carwash tomorrow.

[JongnoGuru]