Living in Wonju South Korea, These Many Long Years

Living in Wonju South Korea, These Many Long Years: Version 2.0!

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Slice of Life!

Last Saturday we went out and got a hedgehog. The pet that was truly desired was a cat, but the last one we had suddenly disappeared when June decided she'd had enough of the thing jumping on her at random times. There was talk of a goldfish or a hamster: goldfish? sure let's get a pet that just floats around and dies. Hamster? Equally dull and boring.

A hedgehog was met with great interest. Lives longer, sleeps all day, boring as fuck to play with, but spiky enough to deserve caution, and it eats bugs. Also, you have to let the thing bite you to draw a small amount of blood for it to bond. Suppose it's best to just wait and see how great it is, although I've found letting it run around at night certainly makes it happier, and it digs people as it keeps coming to hang out it my room. No word yet on whether it prefers whiskey, beer, or rice wine.

I've let the hedgehog distract me from the day. It's been a while since I've felt much, having exchanged peaks and lows for balance, and with the youngest getting molested today by one of the part time teachers at the school, I suppose being able to control the urge to immediately go and eviscerate the fucker is not necessarily a bad thing. I was much angrier earlier, but the liquor and wanting to believe that following legal channels won't disappoint have temporarily sedated me. Besides, wouldn't serve to have dad in jail, since lacking a dad who isn't a complete retard when you're a mixed blood low life in this shithole is a recipe for young women dancing on the pole in this most finest of peninsulas. Her background prolly inspired him to act in the way he did, since hey, no one will dare to challenge the pure adjusshit!

Tomorrow I'm taking her up to Chunchon where she'll meet with a special team chosen to record evidence in these kinds of situations. I've already accumulated a fair amount of evidence myself: the perp is a part timer given the position due to his connection with the principal and kickbacks, all since he runs a playschool, and coming in once a week to teach phys ed is a great way to get customers. I know where his main business is, where his wife works, and where he lives. I've been busy sorting out his connections. The chances of getting jail time for the fucker are slim, since he will undoubtedly offer cash, and to not take it would be considered bad form. To pursue the case in court will be expensive, and will only result in him getting a slap on the wrist. The best option is to balk at his offer of cash for as long as possible when it comes, and let the adjumma network ruin his life as it gets out.

I won't go into the details of what he did, save that after the youngest had said no to his suggestions, she screamed her lungs out when he persisted. She's 9 and he's in his early 40s.  I'd taught her years ago to scream then punch at the nads, and am glad something stuck.She's still pretty fucked up, and no doubt will be for some time.

That's broken waeg talking. Congrats expats! You've succeeded in dragging another below your level! It's pretty goddamn lame down here let me tell ya. I get why you can't abide having any of your ilk shine. I used to get so much more worked up, but dealing with ijits all the time has stupefied.

Let's see how it plays out. Who knows, maybe I'll find the mustard to get all old testament on the fucker. I'm sure it'll be easy as soon as someone plays the 'please understand' card on me.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Evening Tunes!

Tonight I'm working late to finish up a project.  The building pretty much is empty, so I've run you tube through the huge speakers and TV  in the conference room.  I'm getting all old skool, metal and grunge in my choices. . . listening to the first one has inspired me to rewatch Natural Born Killers when I get home

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Me and My Big Mouth

Sometimes people say all kinds of crap without thinking about it too much.

This blog is a case in point. I just speak my mind, when I should just sit quietly.

Today around the water cooler at coffee break a couple of the younger ladies were going on about flower boys, or 꽃미남.  When I heard what they were talking about, I snorted. I knew as soon as I had done it that I should have had my filter on high that day, since sure enough Ms. Lee immediately pounced on me:

Why Mr. Waeg, you don't like Korean flower boys? 

No, Ms. Lee, I do not.  They are vacuous empty boy toys.  But hey, I suppose if you're into that kind of thing, I'm not one to judge.

Oh, Mr. Waeg, you are so mean!  These guys are so cute and gentle!  And so well dressed! The rest of the world could learn much from these kind of men!  They are so kind and nice!

When she said this, I felt my eyelid twitch, and before I could stop myself I said:

Well Ms. Lee, I assure you the world does know about this kind of man.  Have you heard of Justin Bieber?  Why do you think he is so popular?  Because he has gaggles of young, mostly teenage, girls going insane over him.  And I understand: his blend of youthful androgyny and child like features is non threatening to younger women since he appears for all intents and purposes more feminine.  He appeals in the same way a puppy or kitten does: newborns are supposed to cute after all, so we feel a nurturing impulse, to protect and raise. I get all that.  And the 꽃미남 are no different: vacuous, plastic, with zero personality but hey, yes they do dress better and have better manners than Bieber I'll give you that. In this respect, they aren't much different then a dandy though, save that a dandy at least had more interest in self cultivation.  It wasn't simply about aesthetics, but being able to properly appreciate the beauty in all things.  I find it hard to imagine a flower boy cultivating much beyond a thorough understanding of hair products.  They are far too artificial.

I knew I had gone too far halfway through my rant when Ms. Lee's jaw dropped and remained in that position for much of the rest of the coffee break.  She was just trying to be nice, and instead of responding in kind I became asshole incarnate.  I'm sure one day she'll get over her obsession with flower boys, yet in the meantime she'll probably mistakenly think the reason I dislike them is that I could never be one, when really I simply dislike excessive artifice and vacuity.

Now, I do believe that stupidity is a universal constant, and I'm hoping she won't hold a grudge against me and that her panties aren't in a knot about it. Still, I'm sure it'll be some time before Ms. Lee attempts to engage me in conversation. From experience, these types of conversation never end well, and it's best to just smile. When will I ever learn?

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Useful Idiots!

Thanks Kanye, for showing the rest of us what is means to stay true no matter what, since fuck the man, man!

But since that article was obviously written by a melanin deficient person, it is of course suspect!

Still, having listened to the Beck album when I'd almost forgotten who Beck was, thanks Kanye!  You've reminded me what artistry is really about.

I love how so many of the angry colored people continue to think of us white people as being too obtuse to ever really comprehend. Whatever makes you feel better when you're looking at yourself in the mirror every morning.


Monday, January 12, 2015


The last couple weeks have been full on for the waeg.  He's had a new project to work on that while not as exacting as some in the past, has certainly kept him focused and away from the many things he could be doing, like looking at stoopid cat videos and facebook fails on the internet.

He was having a particularly rough moment when he overheard the following: maaaannn, what is this shit??! You mean I can't make photocopies and collate that data for the boss whose ass I'm trying to kiss while I'm supposed to be doing real face time in the customer support unit?? And what's with gettin' shit on for showing up late?? I was sooo hung over, come on!  Can't a guy get a break around here??  And they actually expect me to write up a report for what I did???!  Seriously??!? WTF!!!

Waeg wants to laugh, but waeg has never felt so. . .entitled.  Waeg knows he's been given some lucky breaks, true. . . but waeg has also learned to step up and represent proper when needed, and to shut the fuck up about those lucky breaks when it came time to account. . . he just wants the same response to be available to those who come after him. 

Waeg thinks about sayin' somethin, but he knows the response he'll get: who is that old stoopid fuckin waeg to speak to ME?  He made his choice, he should learn his place, that shill for the man. . .

Waeg moves on, and slides.

Friday, January 9, 2015


My Goals for 2015:

Well, so much as a waeg can as a waeg does.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

REAL! Private Eye Cream for Face!

My Greatest Achievement! It took years to make this crazy shit happen, but finally a major brand name took on my plastic English! Praise Jeebus!

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

So many kinds of wrong. . .Christmas!

Time to get in the spirit, folks!

Hope you have a great Christmas!

So many kinds of wrong

Friday, December 19, 2014


Today around the watercooler I overheard the following conversation between two interns:

I just don't want to end up like my mom!  It's so lame! She had so much going for her, but then to come back and have to get married like that. . . I mean I love my dad, but it's such bullshit! I'd never want to end up like that!

True, but come on. . . most guys will just turn around and say it's the same for them: they have to live up to stupid ideals as well.  It doesn't help at all to think of them as the enemy, that's sooo old school.  Like that guy in planning and development: he knows the score.  He doesn't feed me the same 'oh when are you getting married' schtick that I hear from so many of the old dudes.  

Yeah, but it is pretty easy to suss out the ijits from the chaff!

They both laugh.

I head back to my office for coffee, and wonder how many times I'll have to deal with interns being ijits in their own right, all while resisting the urge to bash my head against the wall until something starts to come out.  But then I do have a coworker or three who think it appropriate to lecture me and all on how calling a woman 'hot' is, like, totally inappropriate.  God forbid that a woman wants to accentuate her physical attractiveness!  If you dare to call attention to it, you are so WRONG! This coming from supposed Ivy League grads that usually get brought in to doll up the company rosters. . . .

Makes me think a good cull may not be such a bad thing.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014


Today around the water cooler a waeg coworker said: you should listen to this band. 

It reminded me that I should look at less porn at work, as I'd spent several hours reading about the demise of Detroit.  Still, all I could think: Nick Cave hanging out with Joy Division laughing at The Walkmen with Public Image Limited watching in the background.