Funk and Sketch

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The funk part: Last night I went to the Vinyl Underground, a pretty sweet club in Busan. It’s definitely a play on the Velvet Underground since their sign has a giant banana on it. The theme was Funked up and Soul out which was great, it was kind of amazing for a few hundred people to be dancing to something that wasn’t kpop, hiphop or electronica. I’ve never actually been to anything like it but the best thing about being in my 20s (or one of them anyways) is not caring about making a fool of myself, especially on the dance floor. I called it an ‘early’ night and left around 2:30/3. It would have been cheaper to stay out longer and split a cab home but sometimes you just want to go to bed.

The funk part: Last night I went to the Vinyl Underground, a pretty sweet club in Busan. It’s definitely a play on the Velvet Underground since their sign has a giant banana on it. The theme was Funked up and Soul out which was great, it was kind of amazing for a few hundred people to be dancing to something that wasn’t kpop, hiphop or electronica. I’ve never actually been to anything like it but the best thing about being in my 20s (or one of them anyways) is not caring about making a fool of myself, especially on the dance floor. I called it an ‘early’ night and left around 2:30/3. It would have been cheaper to stay out longer and split a cab home but sometimes you just want to go to bed.

The sketch part: my landlord coming round to tell me about the water bill. I am a female resident who lives alone; I have zero desire to interact with my male landlord who gives me a funny vibe. Apparently, everyone in the building has to pay 10,000 won (around 10 bucks) for the water utility regardless of how much or little we use. Apparently, I am 2 months behind. Why am I two months behind? Because there is no paper bill given and I’m just supposed to miraculously know to pay this. How am I to pay this? By stopping by HIS APARTMENT ON THE THIRD FLOOR TO GIVE THE MONEY. Sketch? I think so. I also really, really don’t like doing anything without accompanying paperwork when it comes to housing and my job. It just screams unprofessional. I refused to pay it right then which was kind of funny because I realized after he left that he could see 20,000 won, the exact amount I owed sitting on my bedside table through the open crack of the door. Whatever, that was my dinner money. I am going to go talk to my co-teacher about it tomorrow morning before I pay. So sketch. I’d rather just make a bank transfer at the ATM every month, give me an official bill. I think I’ll have my school speak to him because I feel uncomfortable in the extreme. It’s probably nothing. Koreans do things differently but I have gotten through life pretty well by going with my gut.

And because today’s blog post was utterly uninspiring, some konglish for your viewing pleasure:I’m not sure if this qualifies as Konglish per se, since the English isn’t exactly wrong, it’s just strange. I saw it on a t-shirt in a shop window near Pusan National University (PNU for the natives) in Busan.



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