Morgan: holy shit. i'm about to post an epic remix.
Morgan: fuck! i can't believe i haven't blogged this song. it's so epic.
Chiam: but you seem to have high hopes other people will like it
Morgan: oh i highly doubt other people will
Chiam: then it's not epic. jesus fuck.
Morgan: oh it is. people will listen and be like holy fuck i am retarded for liking Halvo
Chiam: no one likes halvo's music. they seem to just like halvo. i have never once heard someone say something about his bands music. ever notice that?
Morgan: heh. i notice.
Chiam: so do you have an epic link for this epic song or do i have to wait an epic amount of time?
Morgan: http://intaipei.tumblr.com/post/151452685/boomboxexplosion-something-about-you-mr-oizo
Chiam: so far it's horrible
Morgan: oh just wait. just wait for the epic to set in. can't have it all come in at once.
Chiam: no epic so far. i fucking hate big beat. gawd, is this chicks voice essential? how do you like the sound of this?
Morgan: i love it
Chiam: well im getting to like 50%, where is the epic?
Chiam: oh just wait
Chiam: this isn't epic at all. fuck you got my hopes up. this is just a remix. it's not EPIC
Morgan: EPIC.
Chiam: you don't seem to understand what epic means.
Morgan: EPIC.
Chiam: opposite of epic. this song does not set the crowd on fire. it's a set filler track, and you know it. wtf. just fucking ridic!
Morgan: oh i'd only use the chorus. heh
Chiam: THEN IT'S NOT EPIC!!!!!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! GOD DAMN
Morgan: LOL dude i love messing with you. EPIC.
Chiam: AN EPIC SONG IS A SONG YOU PLAY IN FULL AND FUCKING REWIND IT BECAUSE IT'S SO AWESOME
Morgan: nah. that's not epic.
Chiam: this song fails in so many ways
Morgan: it's totally epic
Chiam: IN YOUR RETARDED WORLD, IT'S EPIC. IN THE REAL WORLD IT'S JUST A STUPID REMIX BY SOME FUCK NO ONE HAS EVER HEARD OF EXCEPT YOU BECAUSE JAMELIA HAS A TOURIST VISA TO MORGANS LAND OF RETARDATION
Morgan: Epic
Chiam: SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU MAKE ME FURIOUS WITH HOW LITTLE YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORLD
Morgan: dude. if i could bring only one song with me to a desert island. hands down. that'd be the song
Chiam: It is no use talking to you. You are deluded in so many ways. The day you realize how pathetic you are, is the day your world crashes all around you and you commit suicide by hanging yourself in your best friends closet, beside the suit he'll wear to your funeral.
Jul 28th
Door: *knock knock knock*
Me: *opens the door* Hello!
Father and son duo: Oh! You are a foreigner.
Me: Yes, indeed I am. I just made some tea, and I'm watching some hardcore porn. Would you like to come in?
Father: Are you an English teacher?
Me: Ummm, ok, today I am.
Father: Did you know that Jesus Christ, our lord and savior, is the greatest teacher ever?
Me: That motherfucker? No, I don’t think so.
Son: *shocked look*
Father: How can you say such a thing?
Me: Well, students listen and learn from their teacher, right?
Father: Yes.
Me: THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE PEOPLE KILLING and so forth in the name of god?
Father: Well...
Me: What the fuck are you selling?
Father: I'm not selling anything.
Me: SHUT THE FUCK UP. You’re selling god.
Father: I'm just spreading the good word.
Me: You fucks are everywhere. Is it not enough you are on the subway screaming your shit everyday? Is it not enough that you’re driving around in vans, scooters, and bicycles with speakers attached blaring religious propaganda? Now you come and bother me at home?
Father: I'm sorry.
Me: You going to apologize for this kind of shit at confession, or are you going to the next building and continue this bothersome bullshit?
Father: *no answer* *walks away*
Son: *evil eye*
Me: BE CAREFUL YOUNG GOODBOOKFUCKER, I THINK I SAW SATAN IN YOUR EYES!!!!
Jul 27th
Stall 1 (Squatter): *poo smeared everywhere* WTF!
Stall 2 (Squatter): *no toilet paper*
Stall 3 (Squatter): *wet floor, wet newspaper, no toilet paper*
Stall 4 (Squatter): *occupied*
Stall 5 (Toilet): *occupied*
Me: *waiting*
Stall 4: *speaking on the phone*
Stall 5: *leafing loudly through a newspaper*
Me: ARE EITHER OF YOU STALLHOGGERS ACTUALLY TAKING A SHIT?
Stall 4: I'm on the phone! Wait!
Stall 5: No, I'm reading the paper!
Me: *Starts pounding both doors with both hands* I think I'm going to shit my pants. I'LL GIVE 10,000 WON TO THE FIRST PERSON WHO OPENS THE DOOR SO I CAN TAKE A SHIT!!
*dangles a 10,000 won note above the doors.*
Stall 5: *Man opens the door and comes out to get the money*
Me: *pushes the motherfucker aside, goes into the stall, locks the door*
Man who was in Stall 5: HEY! What about my money!?!?!
Me: YOU CAN HAVE IT WHEN IM DONE. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.
My Bowels: Feels sooooooo goooooooooood.
Me: *does not flush, leaves the stall*
Man who was in Stall 5: You got that 10,000?
Me: Yeah, it's under that pile of steaming shit I left in there for you. Go get it, asshole.
Jul 21st
Dry cleaners: That's 40,000 won. This jacket was 5,000.
Me: I only have 30,000, can I pay the other 10,000 next time?
Dry cleaners: No.
Me: But you just let the guy before me do that.
Dry cleaners: He's Korean
Me: Ok, I'll be back.
*: *Goes to an ATM and goes back to the dry cleaners*
Me: Here is the cash. Let me ask you, about how much do I spend a week here?
Dry Cleaners: I'd say about 60,000.
Me: How much does that dude you let pay you back later spend?
Dry Cleaners: Oh, he only does a shirt now and then.
Me: Well you just lost 60,000 a week, biatch. Good bye.
Dry Cleaners: Oh! But....
Me: FUCK OFF RACIST STARCHFUCKER! I'M OUT!
Jul 19th
Subway Intercom: This is your stop!
Me: *stands up and waits in front of a set of doors*
Doors: *opening*
Bastard: *stands right in my path (probably expecting me to move around him so that he can get on and get a seat faster)*
Me: *Stands at the door waiting for the impatient bastard to move to the side (as noted by diagrams on the platform) so that I can exit*
Bastard: *stands there blocking me*
Me: *Stands there waiting* Ummmmm?
Bastard: *stands there blocking me*
Me: *Stands there waiting* Hmmm?
Doors: *closing*
Bastard through the door window: *angry as fuck*
Me: *BIG GRIN*
NOTE: At the next station, I got off the train, crossed the platform, and got on a train going back to my destination. When I got off, the man was still standing on the platform.
Me: *Waves to the Bastard and smiles*
Bastard from across the tracks: KA-SEKI YOU! *points at me*
Me from across the tracks: HEY FUCK FACE! LEARN HOW TO USE THE GOD DAMN SUBWAY! I HOPE YOUR IMPATIENT-AS-ALL-HELL ASS WITH NO MANNERS HAS FUN WAITING 30 MINUTES FOR THE NEXT NON-SHORT-STOP* TRAIN!! I WIN BITCH TITS!!! MAKE SURE YOU TELL YOUR COWORKERS ABOUT ME. ROCK'N'ROLL MOTHERFUCKER!!!!
*: Because the subway line is so long, the stop two stations after mine is the "short-stop" station. Most trains stop there and then reverse direction. Trains going past the short stop station are few and far between. My train was not a short-stop train. Thats why the bastard was so pissed. I refuse to snake through an impatient crowd when I want to exit the train.
Jul 19th
Yoboseyoh = Moshi Moshi (Japan) = Hello (only on the telephone).
Man on the subway: Yo-bo-sey-oh....Yo-bo-sey-oh? Nay nay....Yo-bo-sey-oh?....Yo-bo-sey-oh?...Eh? Yo-bo-sey-oh?... *clears throat* YO!-BO!-SEY!-OH!?....YO-BO-SEY-OH!!?....*ten second pause*...... Yoboseyoh?
Me: Just hang up.
Man on the subway: Yo-bo-sey-oh (like five more times)
Me: HOLY MOTHER OF CHRIST, IF YOU SAY YOBOSEYOH ONE MORE MOBILEFUCKING TIME, I AM GOING TO CUT YOUR FUCKING TONGUE OUT. DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME? HANG UP THE PHONE. HANG IT UP RIGHT NOW. I SWEAR TO FUCK THERE SHOULD BE A DEDICATED CAR ON THIS SUBWAY FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU. IT'D BE THE WRETCHEDNESS CAR, AND IT WOULD BE FULL OF WASTE-OF-SPACE-FUCKERS LIKE YOU SCREAMING YOBOSEYOH INTO HANDPHONES, SPITTING ON THE GROUND, COUGHING WITHOUT COVERING THEIR MOUTH, PLAYING NINTENDO DS WITHOUT HEADPHONES ON, AND PREACHING ALL KINDS OF JESUS SHIT ALL OVER EACH OTHER.
Jul 12th
*in an elevator*
*a man and woman around our age get on*
Me: HOLY FUCK, someone is wearing too much perfume.
Sooky: Yeah, wow, it really is overpowering.
Me: People who wear that much perfume are usually trying to hide the fact that they smoke cigarettes.
Sooky: Yeah?
The guy: You know, just because we are Korean doesn't mean we can't understand you.
Me: SERIOUSLY? WOW! That doesn't change the fact that one of you is wearing too much fucking stetson.
The guy: I hate how foreigners think Koreans can't speak English.
Me: I hate how you CAN'T FUCKING SEE that the woman I am with is Korean. Do you realize how idiotic what you just said is?
The guy: So what?
Me: Look, it's date night and I am on my best behaviour, but a) shut the fuck up, and b) SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP before I introduce your pretty cheeks to my extra long and pointy apartment key.
Sooky: *stern look*
Me: Bebae, what? I didn't say motherfucker once!!!
Jul 11th
Coworker1: My shoes are 100% wet.
Coworker2: Take them off and let them dry.
Coworker1: Wahhhh that will take forever!
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*five minutes later*
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Me: WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS TURNED ON THIS MOTHERFUCKING SPACE HEATER?
Coworker1: I did. My shoes are wet.
Me: My ass crack is wet.
Coworker1: ...
Coworker2: Yeah, it's really hot in here.
Me: They're fucking canvas shoes. It's fucking balls hot in here already with the shitty air con we have up in this bitch, did you really think it was considerate to FUCKING TURN ON A FUCKING GIANT SPACE HEATER TO DRY YOUR GOD DAMN TINY SIZE 3 SHOES? DID YOU EVEN THINK HOW WE MIGHT FEEL ABOUT THAT?
Coworker1: Well do you have a better idea?
Me: Yeah, how about putting them in front of a fucking fan, you have a fan at your desk...how about aiming that bitch at your shoes?
Coworker1: But if I don't have the fan blowing on me, I get too hot.
Me: OH YOU'RE HOT? LISTEN PRINCESS FUCKER, I'M TURNING THE SPACE HEATER OFF. IF YOU TURN IT BACK ON I'M GOING TO STAND IN FRONT OF THE SPACE HEATER, JUST OVER YOUR SHOES, JOG IN ONE SPOT - MAYBE ADD A FEW JUMPING JACKS IN THERE FOR VARIETY - AND SWEAT MY SWEET MOTHERFUCKING MEAT EATING SWEAT ALL OVER YOUR $3 PAYLESS SPECIAL EDITIONS. THEY'LL NEVER DRY, SO HELP ME GOD.
Jul 8th
*A Korean-American man bumps into ME on the street*
*He is with his wife and she is carrying their baby and a shit load of stuff in a bag*
Me: Shilay-ham-ne-da
Koram: What the fuck did you just say to me?
Me: I said shilay-ham-ne-da
Koram: What the fu...
His Wife: It mea....
Koram: Stay out of this honey. WHAT. THE. FUCK. did you say to ME?
Me: I said excuse me, which I now regret saying because a) you bumped into me, and b) you have got to be one of the RUDEST MOTHERFUCKERS ON THE PLANET. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE, HELP YOUR WIFE CARRY SOMETHING, AND FOR CHRIST SAKE, AT LEAST LEARN SOME BASIC MOTHERFUCKING KOREAN. I SWEAR TO MOTHERFUCKING GOD I HATE PEOPLE LIKE YOU, AND ITS A GOD DAMN CRYING SHAME MY BLADES ARE IN THE SHOP BEING TUNED....CUZ YOUR MANNERS NEED A MOTHERFUCKING SHAVE!!!
Koram: You best watch your mouth. Do you know what I could do to you?
Me: I know what you can't do. You can't make all these people stop laughing at you.
*He looks around to see a bunch of people working at street food stalls and clothes tables laughing and making fun of him*
Me: Get back on the boat pak-ee-bowl-ay fucker!!! Oh, sorry, I said get back on the boat cockroach fucker!!
Jul 6th
Coworker: Why don't you eat some watermelon?
Me: Thanks, but I don't really like watermelon.
Coworker: Why not?
Me: Ummm, I just don't?
Coworker: Did you ever try it in your home country?
Me: WHAT? THE? FUCK? Didn't you go to school in the United States?
Coworker: Yes, I did.
Me: Did they have MOTHERFUCKING WATERMELON THERE?
Coworker: Yes.
Me: SO YOU DON'T FUCKING THINK THAT A TRUCK CARRYING WATERMELONS CAN CROSS THE LONGEST UNDE-FUCKING-FENDED BORDER IN THE WORLD AND DELIVER THE-NINETY-NINE-POINT-NINE-PER-FUCKING-CENT-WATER-FRUIT TO GOD DAMN CANADIAN MOTHERFUCKERS TO "TRY"?
Coworker: jeeez, you get so mad.
Me: JEEEZ, SUCH FUCKING RIDIC SHIT COMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, IT'S FUCKING INFURIATING. FUCK OFF BEFORE I GET THE EXACTO.
Jul 2nd