Highlights of the Korea Bromance Tour 2013

Juxtaposition between a pig/cow and a stone statue.

So Prem Vadiveloo and I took a little bromantic trip around Korea together last weekend.

Well, not around Korea per se; we only managed Seoul and Gyeongju.

Anyway, these are the highlights of our tour:

  1. In Seoul: Calling hotel reception to ask for a kettle, only to be told emphatically, “Kettle is NO!”
  2. In Gyeongju: Asking where to buy shampoo, only to be directed to… a dildo shop. Did they sell shampoo? No.
  3. In Gyeongju: Walking down the road from the dildo shop, chancing upon a place that potentially offers sex services and popping our heads in to take a look, only to be immediately told, “No!” (complete with Ultraman sign).
  4. In Gyeongju: Ordering bibimbap and specifically saying “채식주의자 (chaesigjuuija; vegetarian)” and “No 고기 (gogi; meat)”, only to be given bibimbap with surprise beef – raw and grilled – hiding under the egg. Repeating “chaesigjuuija” while pointing at myself and having the server remove the raw beef and dump it in Prem’s bowl. Attempting to also transfer grilled beef to Prem’s bowl, only for server to insist that I eat the grilled beef… ergo, vegetarian is No?

To clarify, the shampoo was for Prem – not me.

But all in all, a good learning experience in terms of imbibing Korean culture, Korean history, Korean beef and Korean rejection.

True friends

"True friends are hard to come by" (Calvin & Hobbes comic)

It was Oscar Wilde who supposedly said, “True friends stab you in the front.”

Never has this adage been proven more true than with this war-faring business going on between North and South Korea!

So I was hard at work – yes, I am; I will find some way to show everyone what I’ve done so far in due course – this afternoon when I suddenly heard the sound of helicopters heading north.

Uh oh, I thought to myself. Can’t be good news, can it?

So I posted this as my Facebook status:

Uhhh… Just saw a military helicopter heading northward. Don’t need to get worried, yet, right?

I received a couple of inane responses; nothing too inflammatory. But there were actually people who ‘Liked’ my status! The audacity!

So I resumed my work – but half an hour later, I heard the sound of fighter jets flying westward!

So I posted this as my Facebook status:

In addition to helicopters, I just heard fighter jets roaring westward over the mountains. This is too stressful; I didn’t sign up for this!

Then I received even more inane responses, and even more ‘Likes’, which didn’t do much for my cortisol levels; I was super jumpy and I couldn’t write anymore.

Anyway, I recognised the “fight or flight” feeling, so I was thought to myself: Ah, fug this shizz, let’s go for a run before dinner (actually that was the plan all along, lah; the anxiety came at the right time.)

But I had already been crafting something humorous to take my mind off the whole matter, so I posted this before I left for my run:

MERLION KIMCHI
WRITTEN, DIRECTED AND PRODUCED (POSTHUMOUSLY)
BY LAREMY LEE

A young writer quits his teaching job to pursue his writing dream, and is awarded a prestigious residency in South Korea, finally hitting the big time – or so he thinks. Within days of his arrival, North Korea declares war on South Korea and The Land of Morning Calm is thrown into a tumultuous turmoil.

Disgruntled (for he had, obviously, been gruntled before this) at having had a curveball thrown at him yet again, the writer must now decide: fight or flight?

Will he pack his things and head for the southern coastal city of Tongyeong in the hopes that his NS friends will jet over from neighbouring Japan to rescue him – or will he join the South Koreans and provide them with his military logistics expertise (and humour) in their attempt to rid their lands of the North Korean scourge, once and for all?

Find out in this exciting adventure-packed film starring all the friends of Laremy Lee who are cruelly ‘Liking’ his panic-stricken status updates on Facebook and providing irreverently irrelevant comments and suggestions to alleviate (or mock) his plight.

Guess what kind of responses I returned to when I was done with my run and dinner?

Ladies and gentlemen, presenting to you a (curated) list of comments I received from the bastards I have to call my “friends” (on Facebook):

“start digging a foxhole, just to be safe. :)”

“laremy. go there for combat stress training. you will get a medal.”

“Write a poem about it.”

“Think u shld do a Dennis Rodman, jio mr Kim to play touch rugby with u”

“can help me buy Dashida beef stock”

“mmmmm cruel liking.”

“If you faster get plastic surgery, you can at least look good before you die!”

“Hi Laremy, please e-register. It’s useful when MFA needs to find the body.” (This one received 9 ‘Likes’ and counting… Kaninaseyo, indeed.)

“I did my part and contributed some ‘Likes'”

“I remember reading a book about a writer trapped in a war once. Despite the war, she kept on writing. Didn’t turn out well for the writer though. Go read the book, ‘Diary of Anne Frank’.”

Can I have pooters?

True friends or what? They were probably competing to see who could come up with the cruellest comment!

Protest vote.

A status update I posted on Facebook: "Dear friends, I know many of us are disappointed that George Yeo has been voted out of Parliament. Remember that this is a corollary of the GRC system. If anything, don't worry - we're in safe hands; the WP will be campaigning for the abolition of the GRC system."
A status update I posted on Facebook: “Dear friends, I know many of us are disappointed that George Yeo has been voted out of Parliament. Remember that this is a corollary of the GRC system. If anything, don’t worry – we’re in safe hands; the WP will be campaigning for the abolition of the GRC system.”

Suddenly, I discover I’ve been un-Friended.

Facebook tells me that "Getty Richway Luckschild is no longer in your friend list."
“Getty Richway Luckschild is no longer in your friend list.”

Confused. Why? I hop over to his profile to try and figure it out. Ah. So des ne.

One of Getty Richway Luckschild's likes: George Yeo.
One of Getty Richway Luckschild’s likes: George Yeo.