tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25836850514273548662011-11-27T16:24:07.729-08:00G-barhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00385286656846843596noreply@blogger.comBlogger631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583685051427354866.post-74251877014964795502009-03-11T07:37:00.000-07:002009-03-11T08:43:36.997-07:00

As soon as I was finishing my blog update about my unexpectedly awesome interview, I sat down for an internet research. After all, they wanted me to come back for a second interview next thing in the morning, and I had to get busy with marketing information, especially information related to the company itself.So, I clicked into the companys' website. It was a pretty site, very simple, very

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Oh Crap, I need a tie?!I was sitting in the waiting room, filled with couches and people sittting on them. I guess they were waiting for the same interview as I was... Frankly, thre was no way for me to know, due to the infamous "waiting for an interview" code of laws, which specifically says that one should make and uphold the situation as uncomfortable as it could possibly get for the other

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It seems I've underestimated what the police clerk was telling me the other day: "you should get there early in the morning, since it's usually a bit crowded." I had plenty of time reminiscing those words, as I was, as I AM more correctly, standing in line, literally that is, for the past 3 hours in front of the police registration office for foreigners - or Aliens, as they call us here.humpph!

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I'll spare you the monumental struggle I've been having lately with my own self to reach this moment where I'm actually trying to write something, like in the ol'e days. So let's move on.Ah, the great kingdom of Britain! And its lovely grayish city of London! The capital! the centre of it all!First thing I did upon arrival, besides putting on a sweater, kissing Raquel passionately and driving on

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although I'm pretty sure I have left my silly mark on other peoples cameras as well, This is probably most of my statue figure pictures from around the world. Plus, 3 imposters... :)Enjoy!or not!Can anybody count my shirts? :) Eilat-Israel Dead Sea-Israel Ray-lay beach-ThailandSomewhere in middle EnglandImpostor of a brother... EnglandBarcelona Beer-SpainBarcelona hospital-SpainToam imposter!

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A day and a half on the night (and a day and another night) train and I was on Hong kongian soil. The ride was a long one, with me being the main curiosity of the car... I guess that's part of the things that have weaken my joviality during my last weeks in China... for the past two months, I've been laughed at, finger pointed at, stared at, gawked at, giggled at, touched by, and I don't know

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It's been more than a week now that I've been waking up at 10 am sharp. Not by my alarm clock... the alarm clock is set to 7 am, so every day I wake up by the alarm clock, shut it off, go to sleep, and wake up at 10 am sharp.After waking up, a bit of excercise, a bit of water, brush my teeth, and go watch TV.After watching the olympics for a while, I go to the same small restaurant, order the

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It was 5 days ago I presume. The gang of four - Ana, Lidi, Tim and I, went to see the shrine of 8 suicidal immortals, or something like that. It was boring, not to mention closed at that hour, and the market next to it was pitifully minuscule. Luckily, we had a plan B, which was to go see a movie. The lovely hostess has granted us 2 free tickets for any movie we wanted to see, so we went and saw

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Due to silly error by my part, or maybe by some peculiar fate, 90% of my pictures taken from the last couple of days, including the terracotta warriors museum, were deleted. still Though, through hard work and patience, I have recovered a few of them through various softwares for data recovery. Unfortunately, many of the good pictures I've intended on showing here today wander somewhere above us

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I've been thinking of a lot of them opening lines as an explanation for my seemingly overdue absence. I know most of you were shivering in your beds from the blog rehab I have made you go through, but I really doubt that any real harm was done. For my explanation, let's just say that I'm not a real writer. A REAL writer will write day or night, through the cold winter and the hot summer... Sure,

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When you fail to achieve something at a certain point in your life, it feels like crap. It's just like that. You need to feel like crap, so that you can maybe remember it later on in your life, when your'e already dwelling deeply in on other matters and other businesses, and have a laugh about it. Unfortunately, I'm at the Crap feeling situation right now.I've tried my best, and it wasn't enough.

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"It would be so easy to find a job in here!.. All you have to do is speak English and the companies will kidnap you!.. It was be a walk in the park for you!YEAH RIGHT...not only it's nearly impossible, I've been also walking not only through all the parks, but all over Damn Shanghai, from one office space to another, directly going to those English schools just to get an interview!Ok. I'll start

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This happens again! This time, a picture of the young Padawan of our traveling hero. This is a blue screen waiting for pictures to arrive. G-bar - keep them coming!

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Hey all. Just some Random Pics... ENJOY!!!!!!!! Guilin, with the PagodasIce Skating Ice Skating in Shanghai, fency shmency placeShaving once in a While...No spitting in the Metro, ShanghaiRaquel is trying to eat with the chopsticks Naked and (NOT) sexy ontop of the Moon hill, Yangshuo Trying to sleep on the train to ShanghaiRiver view of Shanghai... Gorgeous, ain't it? Same same Me and Shmoo

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I've had the chance now of sitting down and discussing my recent revelations with the computer in the lobby. The reason why I'm in the lobby is because I'm locked out of my own room. The reason why I'm locked out of my room is because Raquel has the key, and she is IN the room, sleeping. The reason why I'm not banging on the door to wake her up, is because I had already tried that, but if she

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Ah, the city of Yangshuo! The short bus ride from Guilin to Yangshuo was speedy, though it was a bit scary with all the beeping of the bus driver. By the way, it appears the Chinese way of driving is by the help of their horns. They use it. A LOT. they can be alone with not a single vehicle near them, and they'll beep the yellow out of your ears.Anyway, Yangshuo! yes. We came off the bus with the

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Reaching Guilin after oh so many hours of train ride was a blessing in itself. The man waiting with my name written on a cardboard was even more delightful. He was the one to guide us to our hostel. It was a 15 minutes of brisk walking as we were chasing after the guide with all our baggage. Still, we could see a bit of what the city has to offer, and we were relieved to find a big shiny city

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Our way from Hainan island to Guilin was relatively uneventful. When I'm saying uneventful, i mean that not a lot can happen while inside a train for 24 hours. It was... an interesting experience, no doubt about it.When we got to the train station in Sanya on the island, we both decided we would prefer to save our money and try the cheapest seats available on the train. On a Chinese night train

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I was sitting alone inside the 3rd Terminal of Ben-Gurions airport, with a lot of time on my hands. It was Friday night, with Half of the stores closed. Luckily for me, the Wii console was operating, so the waiting itself wasn't that awful.As I was boarding the plane, I met 2 more Israelis, a young guy and a girl, who were flying to hong kong as well, so at least I had someone to talk to on the

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It's been a full month already. Acutally, it felt like a whole lot more. The problem was that it wasn't the "whole lot more" I've been expecting, or expected, to do. Ever since the first few days, when I did my little surprising of the family at the circumcision party, it all went downhill. I can actually summarize my entire monthly endavour in one word - Slouching. It was horrible... the days

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"I should never leave myself logged-in on my brother's computer" - this is what he would say when he sees this post, written without his knowledge by his brother. "How nice of you to be my brother, and not some ill-fated stranger..."Our great hero is at some R&R from his long and tiresome R&R in east Asia. He has been resting, playing some game consoles (Wii and PS2, for the time being, as the

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My Dear Raquel, I was sitting at the restaurants table, surrounded by family. Only a while ago I succeeded in surprising them as I walked in on my newest member of the family's circumcision party. It was indeed a happy moment, seeing my parents, my brothers, my sister and my grandmother after all this time... if its One thing that I learned during my trip, is that I miss them, and seeing their

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Due to relatively absurd Internet prices over at the islands, I was forced to go back to basics, and actually write my whole entire damn experience on these wretched abominations called paper. Most likely, as I now actually confirm it, as I would look at what I wrote once again in order to rewrite it on the computer, I would not understand my own handwriting. But sacrifices have to be made, and

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The whole "please don't shoot I have a camera" thing... doesn't really work! WoW. I mean, Really... WOW.... 3 days have gone by, and I'm amazed I've passed through them, alive, without a pneumonia or at least a cold. I was soaking wet for 3 straight days. I was having total fun for 3 straight days. It was unbelievable.The bus came to a sudden halt, which woke me up. I was gratefully feeling a bit

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Before I was comfortable enough to stop being a pompous ass with the whole weed thing, I got a chance one night to video a group session of what you can call a typical conversation among people when smoking weed. The video quality is beyond crappy, but the sound is priceless. You can hear me from time to time, and understand the difference between their trail of thought and my own annoying

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"Oh Gilian!" Johanna spluttered, "You are the, nicest, sweetest person In the whole wide world... and I really wanna thank you! you are just so nice!". I nodded and murmured once again my thanks for her praises, which were pretty much on a daily basis after me and Jesus (i'll explain later) helped her to her guest house after smoking too much Opium."You know", she added, "I'm veeeery sexy... you

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"Dewwwd! Trying to col u but can't reach, wat time u arriving? Cuz we're goin on a roadtrip tonight!"I got that sms message from Jasper as I opened my phone in Bangkok, after a tiring 16 hours on the road all the way from Pai to chiang mai and back to Bangkok. I was sleepy, groggy and smelly, but also excited. Road trip? cool. I don't remember ever being to one.So I stored my luggage back at the

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some of the Israeli GroupI was looking out the window at the scenery passing by, and I couldn't help but comparing it to the nature I found in Okinawa. Something was different. I could envision once again the tamed Okinawan wilderness, as if the trees themselves turned Japanese, next to the protruding Thai jungle, trying to take over whatever form of crude civilization resides there. Moreover,

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After some 3 long months of Israeli free environment, I had made first contact once again when I decided to go on a 3 days organized Jeep tour in the north of Thailand, and boy what a contact it was! Now you must understand, I promised myself that I would be joining the Israeli horde with an open mind and a welcoming smile, and though I did succeed in acquiring some new trip partners, the

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"AA Youo HAAY?!" she yelled. "WHAAAT?!" I couldn't hear her through all the noise and prancing males around me. "A R E Y O U GAAAYY?!!?" She exploded. "NOOO!" I shouted back... "A R E YOOOUU GAAY?!?!" "NOoo!" she laughed."Then What are you doing here?" "I'm with a gay friend!!! What are YOU doing here?!""I'm with MY gay friend!!!"This conversation was held on top of a stage at a gay club in

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Too long have I been away from a keyboard. But quite a lot has happened, and I've seen and experienced so much that I'm afraid that I won't be able to convey it all in writings, mostly due to lousy memory. But I'll give it a shot anyway.day 1 my first day, after waking up at 7 am in the morning, was a long one. I woke up to an empty apartment, since Jasper, my first host in Bangkok, left already

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Oh god I'm melting!I guess my first evening in Bangkok didn't go the way I'd expected... It went off pretty good at the start - As some of you know, I was worrying about not getting an entry visa to Thailand at the immigration point, but I managed to sly my way into getting one. So there I was, standing on Thai genuine soil, safe and sound. I even successfully evaded those notorious cab drivers

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Speaking in general about Japan is just wrong... as any modern country, the diversity lies in the region, and the difference is mostly the old urban vs. suburban culture. HOWEVER! I'm not going to let that small but important detail to detain me from station a few of the so called "FACTS" about Japan that I have found somewhat interesting, funny, impressive and bewildering to me. 1. I think that

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The Definition of Engrish: "refers to grammatically incorrect variations of English, often found in East Asian countries. Spelling is also incorrect sometimes. While the term may refer to spoken English, it is more often used to describe written English, for which problems are easier to identify and publicize. Engrish has been found on everything from poorly translated signs, menus, and

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"Shu-hey, my friend", I slurred in Japanese, "tomorrow is my last day, unfortunately...". After 6 days straight of Free-Hugging in the evenings, I sadly announced my premature departure away from Tokyo to all the Free-Huggers I had the pleasure of meeting. A whole week of dedicated Hugging has had its toll on me I have to say... I became happy once again, but I sadly knew that the feeling of home

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NOOooooo!!! they yelled at me in unison as I was reaching for the bottle, and in a ninja like speed all three girls had thrown their hands, the first for the bottle, the second for the glass, and Kumi san for my hands. Even the waitress looked appalled by the almost disastrous event, and all I could do is yell back SUMIMASEN!!! what did I do?!I really thought that the day was going on smoothly.

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ach, the snow! it was only a week ago that I have spent my time lazily on the shores of warm and fuzzy Since Hokkaido is way up north, the temperatures are as low as -10 Celsius degrees, but Okinawa... now all around me is the beautiful surroundings of the snow white Hokkaido. the view is, well, bloody amazing.Back in Okinawa, I had the chance of meeting in my hostel the beautiful Kumiko Katsuya,

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Usually, what I do when I get into a city, is just to cruise around the place till its time to go. After a couple of days or so you get to know a bit of the city... Well, Ive been to Fukuoka for 5 days now, and I have no clue or sense of direction at all here. Most of my time was being spent on following other people foot-steps, getting into a bar, going out for a club, dancing with japanese

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The cold waited for me as I departed the Fukuoka Domestic airport. Huge Tv screens acknowledged the fact that I was inside a Fridge, and I whimpered along as I imagined the cold i`m about to face in the upcoming winter festival way up north.There`s nothing else to say... I have reached the Hostel and now I am thinking what to do. But I would like to share with you some Photo material I`ve been

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I`ve had the pleasure of meeting some interesting people here in Okinawa. Many of them, like myself, are fellow travelers, each one with his own story. One told me that he rode his bicycle throughout half of Asia, probably just to prove that he can overcome his crooked leg. A girl told me she hitch-hiked the whole of Japan, just with a small bag on her back and a big smile on her face. Another 21

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I guess only those who have had the pleasure of interacting with the Japanese culture would know that their expression of affections and feelings is quite different from what we know. They wont hug or kiss their friends for good-bye and usually wont shake hands with each other for greetings. but it was obvious to me that Someno-san was different. her emotional behavior was absolutely blocking

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Okinawa is renowned for its diving sites, and though the season is quite far off, I decided upon trying it, and it was definitely worth it. on the first day we did 3 dives conducted out of a boat near the Kerema islands. well, the main event was the last dive, where we encountered upon 4 turtles minding their own business, and a couple of giant sting-rays... it was awesome.

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Luckily, on my first day in Okinawa, I had the pleasure of meeting some interesting and delightful people. But only thanks to the interpretation capabilities of one Uchida-san, we were all able to converse and learn about one another. Unfortunately, he, and many others, have left, but this picture holds a great memory, from a great drinking night with some great people I'd just met. from left to

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It’s been a while since I’ve wrote... when I say a while I guess it means only a couple of days, a week, tops. I guess it was because I was in a transition mode – planning ahead, deliberating with myself and, mostly, resting and enjoying my time with Esti at her place. How much enjoyment for me was unknown till it struck me like a brick. I guess the feeling of loneliness had to hit me at some

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After staring at those who were passing me by swiftly, paddling their old-school bicycles to an unknown destination, I wondered why can't I join the parade? All I have to do is get me one of these horrendous machines, and hop! I'm one of them, gliding along the streets, running over innocent looking people. Apparently in Japan. Owning a bicycle also means owning a license to kill… the Japanese

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I like walking to and fro. First, its cheap, and I'm a cheap bastard. Second, it can give you some insight on the true nature of the particular environment you're in. For now, my environment is Kyoto. So after I got my first guided tour, orchestrated by Esti and Shir straight into a deliciously charming little restaurant that had one of those conveyor belt thingies... finally, for the first time

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מראש אני מודיע כי סגנון הכתב שלי בעברית אינו תואם את הסגנון באנגלית.... למה? אין לי שמץ, פשוט אני זורם יותר באנגלית, אז אנא סלחו לי. אני רק כותב בעברית כדי שכולם יוכלו לקרוא, ולא רק יחידי הסגולה. זו תהיה גם הפעם האחרונה.להתראות קוריאהאהההה... יפן, חשבתי לעצמי בארבע בבוקר בעודי מארגן את כל התיקיאדה והפיצ'פקעס. לא הצלחתי להרדם אפילו באותו הלילה... לא מהתרגשות, כי סתם לא הרגשתי צורך בכך, שכן שעתיים

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Here is a small list of things I saw and learned in Seoul1) The Streets and Subways are insanely clean. but don't be surprised to find somebodys meal left on the floor or sprayed on the walls here and there, which leads me to number 2.2) The Koreans can't hold their liqueur. and no wonder, since Its revolting. But they get drunk in order to get drunk most of the time.3) Traffic lights for cars do

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It was just a few days ago that I’ve discovered that quite a few Japanese are residing in my hostel. I don’t know where they have been up until now, but it gave me the opportunity of brushing up my Japanese. Now, for the record, I DON’T know Japanese… One would think that 3 years of studying some obscure language in an obscure BA degree would grant me some Japanese conversational capabilities,

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Buying presents is not my speciality. Usually I try to go by my own instincts, and I usually fail, but it never stops me from dusting it off and trying again.Well, my lovely instincts went off right here in Seoul. Since I’m about to visit Japan for a while, I’ll be seeing Esti and Esti – one of them is having her birthday and the other one is my best friend and the accommodation proprietor of my

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The feeling of loneliness can creep up on you in a heartbeat. One moment you hum the last Korean hit song and try to memorize the snazzy dance moves, and Boom, just like that, you find yourself staring out the subway windows at the passing beams scattered along those dark tunnels, face smeared on the windshield, trying to find some comfort hidden away beyond the overpowering masses of the crowd

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She was sitting next to me on subway, both of us swishing to the tilting rhythm of the compartment, bumping softly at one another, and the usual noise of screeching and metal clinging has seemed now louder than before. I was humming some tune that was being played on my mp3, and she was casually glaring at the tiny phone screen that transformed into a TV, submerged in her own world behind her

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this is what bad workers get as a punishment from Santa on Christmas. instead of a present, they get to stand at the entrance of the store, while greeting and bowing to all who come in or go out with some elaborate Korean greetings. this is, my friends, a common job.not only the living quarters of Koreans are a little crowded. these (live) crabs are can be seen throughout Seoul.

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I must say praise to the Israeli McDonalds. Forget the whole whimpering and arguing over the quality of the meat and the taste… at least we have we HAVE meat. It appears that outside our shiny lonesome McDonalds ivory tower, Burgers tend to suck. But I’m getting ahead of myself.Today I travelled to what is known as the Olympic park. Built in probably around the time of the Korean Olympics in 1988

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this is my first uploade, and quite an embarrassing onehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRR3oVhiQpMthe real fun begins at 1:30 minutes.

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In order to squeeze the most out of my time here in Seoul, I decided to, literally, walk all over it. The mission is simple. Each day I take a subway ride towards a certain destination And from there, I walk back towards my hostel, while stopping at various interesting spots.Day one wasn’t what I had expected it to be. It was fun, and the things I saw were truly heart warming and interesting, but

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I guess I had to find out how it feels to ride one of the rickety looking Korean city buses, instead of just visualising it. Touring around with the subway is one thing, but to head off to the unknown with a sign language talking Korean bus driver gives a whole new meaning to the phrase `to boldly go where no white man has gone before…` But I’m exaggerating of course. Plus, I was accompanied by

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on the 22nd I followed my geek hive insticts, which led me to the great geek starcraft championships finals!!! Me and some other 5 thousand nerds were cooped up inside a huge stadium, and it was, well, AWESOME!!! I didn't succeed in getting a good shot that could portray how many people were actually there.... while waiting in the everlasting line for the finals, this cute little munchkin was

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The first time the owner of the hostel showed up was a couple of days ago, and acouple of days ago he invited us all to an all you can drink night-out. When I say night I mean 19:00 PM… Korea is pretty similar to England in their standards of drinking – its ok straight after work, no matter when. Well, apparently, the owner is quite nice. Not only I really enjoy staying at this hostel, price and

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is this picture not enough for you to forget about trying the national... thingy!?I know I know, I should have listened to my sister when she warned me about this stuff, but hey, I gotta try new things, and the Kimchi was one of them. its cabbage... cabbage with some hot spice in it and a smell that you will never forget, although you would dearly desire to...So you know, having fun is sometimes

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So I went to a Starcraft Contest. For those who don’t know, it’s a computer game dated from 1997 which has become the national attraction of geeks and hot chicks alike into one sizzling pot of game-mania. The Starcraft League is divided into some 12 teams sponsored by top leading companies, such as Samsung, MBC and so on, and they provide the conditions which allow the Starcraft players to play

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Hello Everyone! welcome to my experimental Blog experience. Since I am not really sure that I'll have the stamina to keep on writing and updating this blog, I announce it as a beta blog, so don't get your hopes up. as a start, I'll post some pictures as to entertain you a bit. 1) me and Marlyn having some 3d fun at the spooky house at the theme park of "lotte world" 2) me eating some

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Only when I was sitting down for the first time on the heated chairs of the subway towards my hostel in South korea, have I realized that I was officially stepping into new uncharted land. That feeling wasn’t aroused in Bangkok, and with no wonder – half of the population are either Israeli or at least English speaking foreigners. But here, I was the only foreigner in the compartment… probably on

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