Saturday,
February 24, 2001:
"Masochistic view of Japan's history" = Sadistic
truth.
(But sensei, you cannot rewrite the past, only shape the future.)
Hat-less Bald Man Index: 17 (+3).
What this doctor did on his day off: Surfed for "drawing
references," had sex (alone ... 3x),
played video games, inked drawings, watched Korean videos, showered, had sex
(with Amy ... 1x).
What I still want to do:
Listen to my Korean language tapes, go to gym,
have sex (with Amy) ... actually, forget it ... owww.
SARANG BANG
(... means "love room" in Korean, or "love fuck" if you mix in American slang, haha)"…"
"…"
AMY : "I want you … to look at me … when you … ****."
* [word censored per Amy's request]
Of course, I look at her, but trying to keep my eyes open when ‘the moment’ arrives isn’t all that easy.
But I do it.
I gaze into her eyes as the white electricity fades to tingling coolness and then into satisfied bliss.
Her lips are so full. Her tiny nostrils. The folds in her eyelids; delicate arches with black suns beneath. I see a little more of what they reveal. And I wonder more of what they hide. I have yet to draw them like *this*, I think to myself.
Lately, I see something new every time.
This is how fetishes develop.
And I think she knows it.
ODE TO ODOR
<open Too Much Information file … again>
I love smelling Amy’s hair. ESPECIALLY when she hasn’t showered for over a day. It smells very sweet, actually.
I have one complaint with my baby though when she doesn’t shower. She does NOT smell. No B.O.! Absolutely none at all. I don’t think this is fair. It should be an on / off thing, like if you want to smell that au naturale musk, then don’t shower. If you don’t want it, then lather, rinse, repeat.
And apparently it is NOT an Asian thing, since I have heard of a lot of Asians who do sweat and / or smell quite a bit.
Ever since that movie "Four Rooms" (with Madonna), I’ve wondered about Amy’s armpits. There was a scene where one of the guys actually licks a girl’s armpits. Yes, I was disgusted … at the time.
But soon, I was sniffing Amy’s armpits, at home, after gym workouts, before going to sleep. Trying to detect her elusive odor in an attempt to discover another of her mysteries. Nestling my head under her shoulder when we lay down sometimes. Kissing them. Even licking them to see if I could detect taste, if not smell. (Note to self: arm deodorant is bitter!! Pfft! Pfft!!)
She is a little salty (in a lot of places) after a workout but for the most part, that’s it.
So, what does Amy think of all this *strange*ness? She doesn’t mind it. That’s about all I can tell with her.
But then again, she let's me do it. So maybe I'm not the only freak in the apartment.
DEAF AND BLIND MONKS
Amy and I were watching one of those taped Korean musical shows today. We rent them from "the local Korean store." They operate by different rules than most American stores, at least if you're Korean. When Amy asked,
"So when are these videos due back?"
The Yoda-like granny behind the counter answered,
"Whenever you are done watching them. If you don't like them, we'll exchange for another."
I've come to love these variety shows. They always have the latest K-pop bands. I still can't understand what they're singing ... except for the occasional English phrase like "Yo Wassup!!" or "Love me" or "I crazy for you."
AMY (sitting pants-less in my lap) : "Hey, they have subtitles. I'll sing the English words and you sing the Korean words."
ME : " ... ? ..."
AMY : " ... okay ... Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Love Me, Love Me, ... now your turn!"
ME : " ... ??!! ... Why don't YOU sing the Korean parts? You're the quote- KOREAN -endquote here. Hahaha."
AMY : "Well, you're the quote- HALF-KOREAN -endquote here who can actually READ Korean. I just speak it."
It's true, or was, at least. The Korean alphabet was made intentionally simple to learn. It took me a few hours at most, and then you can sound out just about any script. Of course, that doesn't mean you understand anything that you are saying. (I've forgotten the alphabet sounds again, but it just takes an hour to relearn.)
Maybe by the time we finally return to Korea in April, I'll be able to read the signs to her, and she can tell me what they mean. We complement each other like that blind and deaf kung fu pair in Crippled Avengers (kung fu classic).
We had hoped to go last year, but we sent our mom there instead. This may be the last time in a long time we get to go again, considering we may start having kids this year.
I want to try to get into the audience of one of those Korean musical shows. I know I'll just start screaming like a little fan-girl if we see Fin. K. L. or Lee Jung Hyun or Baby V.O.X. I already do that when I'm at home.
Anyways, I can't wait. I need a Seoul-recharge big time.
(Hopefully, this will be the last time I use that Seoul=soul pun too.)
If it weren't for my tracker, I'd miss all these beautiful people.
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