Before Hitler, enslaving peoples, and wiping out ethnicities was in vogue. The British empire tried to do it all the time. The boer wars, for example, were all about the pacification of others.
Now, however, if I were to suggest a holy war against Koreans, for waking me up at 1AM on a Wednesday night, I would be laughed at. Frankly speaking, depriving me of sleep is worthy of a punch in the face, but that would get me deported. Time was, when I could start a diplomatic incident and have the British army rolling in and pacifying this backwards country. Unfortunately now, thanks to Hitler, I can't simply cry foul and do that.
Ergo, I need a way of punishing drunk fools, that will be both satisfying and non-deportation invoking. Bonus points for allowing a swift kick to the groin and punch to the face, without being deported.
Ideas?
Wednesday 19 January 2011
The Cycle
Wake up at 8 AM. At work by 8.30. Lessons start at 9 O' clock. Lessons end at 12 O' clock. Lunch, which is too horrible to stomach. Lessons at 1.30. Finish work at 4.30. Administrative work until 7 PM. Only person helping the boss until 7.55. Back home at 8.05. Make dinner. Eat dinner. Finished eating at 8.50. Play on the playstation for half an hour. Go to bed.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Tuesday 18 January 2011
Why Writers are Morons
Read the headline, and first paragraph of this text.
Now cringe.
I don't even have to read the piece of research that this is based upon, to know that this headline is misinformed, and probably a gross misrepresentation of the findings within the article.
Men die earlier because it is ordained genetically.
This report is based upon European figures too, which may account for all the other countries in Europe, but not England. English women are heavier smokers and drinkers than their male counterparts. Wait fifty years and see who start dying off; then at least someone will be proved right.
Moron.
Now cringe.
I don't even have to read the piece of research that this is based upon, to know that this headline is misinformed, and probably a gross misrepresentation of the findings within the article.
Men die earlier because it is ordained genetically.
This report is based upon European figures too, which may account for all the other countries in Europe, but not England. English women are heavier smokers and drinkers than their male counterparts. Wait fifty years and see who start dying off; then at least someone will be proved right.
Moron.
Monday 17 January 2011
A Shit Sandwich
So our apartments sewage pipe froze, and everything broke.
Of course, it's natural to assume this is a rare occurrence, temperatures reaching minus figures for long enough that this kind of thing might occur once in a blue moon. Except, of course, that it's happened once already, and it happens every year. So now they've finally changed the pipe and added insulation. The insulation is about four millimetres thick, however; so in the school of half-assing it, our landlord wins an A.
In other news, I finally bought arm/leg weights. They cost around 4 pounds, and they're awesome. Brushing your teeth with them on takes a lot longer; and suddenly the laptop has become extremely heavy. I don't think they'll be particularly viable for running, as they tend to move around a lot. However, for daily activities where no perceivable workout is being done, they might be good. I'm thinking of wearing them under my trousers for the duration of work. Maybe I should buy another set and wear them on my arms and legs.
Of course, it's natural to assume this is a rare occurrence, temperatures reaching minus figures for long enough that this kind of thing might occur once in a blue moon. Except, of course, that it's happened once already, and it happens every year. So now they've finally changed the pipe and added insulation. The insulation is about four millimetres thick, however; so in the school of half-assing it, our landlord wins an A.
In other news, I finally bought arm/leg weights. They cost around 4 pounds, and they're awesome. Brushing your teeth with them on takes a lot longer; and suddenly the laptop has become extremely heavy. I don't think they'll be particularly viable for running, as they tend to move around a lot. However, for daily activities where no perceivable workout is being done, they might be good. I'm thinking of wearing them under my trousers for the duration of work. Maybe I should buy another set and wear them on my arms and legs.
Monday 10 January 2011
A Fantastic Weekend
The day started rather strangely it contained a tomato, mandarins, cornflakes, chicken and lettuce - topped with a gregarious sauce of unidentifiable origins.
This was supposedly a salad!
Here you are, good sir.
Immortalised on the internet for being a complete wanker.
Good day, and adieu.
Christianity took off in a big way here when the colonising americans realised that ensuring religious devotion meant big profits.
As such, churches are everywhere.
A side-effect of this is the creation of novel (sic) ways of retelling the biblical lies. One such way is via cutesy storybooks. Koreans are nothing if not masters of indoctrinating their own young.A quick trip to the arcade, to practice my rifle skills. I didn't do particularly well, so we decided to venture into the real thing.
I went first into the range, but the pictures of me have magically disappeared. For once, I didn't delete them. I looked awesome holding the gun like a professional.
For those of you who are interested I used a .45 cal glock 21.
It was a monster. The kick, although somewhat less brutal, is comparable to the shotguns we hunted with earlier in the year. The noise though.
The sound this thing makes (Yoda). I was listening to someone else using the same ammunition with a dirty Harry style six shooter thing. That was just loud, obscenely so. This thing, wow. It was loud enough to make the people in the waiting room jump, but it wasn't just a frightful bang - it had character.
If the kick were less brutal, I could listen to that thing firing all day.
Also see the link above for this choice quote:
'Capacity counts when a pistol is the only weapon between you and a large group of machete-wielding third-worlders.'
Reason number ten million, five hundred and eighty five thousand, four hundred and sixty seven why no one likes americans.
Stupidity aside, she wasn't sure which gun to take. I urged her towards this choice, as I used this gun religiously during online games of counterstrike. It was a balanced gun in the game, so I assumed it must be in real life. As a 9mm it's perfect for girls.
Although I would have enjoyed seeing her fire one round from the .45 I used, she wouldn't have.
This is her target. As you can see, she did a respectable job with her first weapon; missing only one round out of the ten. She even hit a few maximums!
Out of a maximum possible one hundred, she hit seventy-eight. Not bad at all!
The distance for both of us was 15 metres.
This is my target. Yes it is being held down by a box of after-eights. No, you cannot have any after-eights. Remember that on the line counts as the most valuable section the line encompasses. In this case, on the line is 10 points.
This is the closeup of my target. I just grazed the line with that top-shot, meaning it counts for ten. I got some nice grouping around south-west-south of the centre.
I'm rather annoyed by the one I missed however.
This yielded me a total combined score of 99. That is 99, out of a possible one hundred.
(The next line is not safe for work)
Yipee Ki Yai Motherfucker
The next stop after finding out that I'm the most badass human ever, was eating.
This time I finally got my wish; this is a hotpot containing dog!
If you're wondering, it's succulent, tender and extremely tasty. It's even tasty after they try to ruin it with ridiculous toppings and flavours. I'm not just saying this to be controversial - try dog, it's delicious. (That should definitely be a new internet meme coupled with a picture of a glorious looking dog, possibly the winner of Krufts or something.)
And to top the day off, a cake of course. This was a special mint cake! Finding mint here is nigh-on impossible. As such, the mint icing overpowered me. Despite years of training, it was too minty even for my tastebuds. The chocolate was exceedingly tasty however.
Truth be told, all cakes are pretty much the same, so I don't need to include any more shots of this particular one.Sunday 9 January 2011
A Few Reasons Why I Love Being an Insomniac
Reason number one. For every hour I'm awake beyond the normal, I lose five IQ points. This goes on throughout the entirety of me being awake, until I level off at around forty-five points. This essentially means, for the days that I am affected, I cannot do anything for myself. I'm a chimpanzee, or an infant.
Reason number two. Even when I do sleep, for up to twelve hours, I'm still tired. No matter how much sleep I get, I'm always tired. Not to the point of it affecting my work or behaviour, but the huge panda eyes, lethargy and headaches are a semi-permanent feature of life.
Reason number three. There's no cure. Drinking honey tea lemons and sunshine while upside singing 'gone with the wind,' may well be the cure for some people. Drinking warm milk, or reading a book may be what works for others. The truth is, none of these have any physiological effects. They're all psychological. It's all in your mind. If you think these things will work, they will. When you realise they're all nonsense, however, you're somewhat screwed. The alternative is powerful sleeping pills which I tried in university. Interesting fact: my doctor in university didn't believe I was actually sleep deprived, so gave me a placebo at first. The problem with the real sleeping pills is that although they don't work in the stated doses, going overboard and taking enough to make sure you do sleep, ensures you have the crappiest nights sleep ever, and you wake up as tired as when you went to bed. The only difference between taking the pills and not taking them, is that after a weeks usage you won't end up dead.
Luckily I've not had a week-long period of not sleeping.
I'm fairly certain I would get fired if that were to ever occur.
Then again, I would be dead, so I'm not entirely sure I would be worried about the job at that stage.
On an entirely unrelated side note. Read this article by a moron employed by the BBC about why arts and crafts departments within English universities are failing. Then, after laughing for five minutes because he's obviously a moron who had a terrible time during his classics degree at Oxford, (presumably because the other boys were bigger and bullied him) read some of the comments. One of them stated that an american style degree, where everyone has to take compulsory Maths, English and Science classes alongside their own, produces more well rounded individuals who fulfil the authors requirement that universities make better human beings.
Then read this.
Yeah that education about how to be all happy and alone is really working for them.
Dumbass.
Reason number two. Even when I do sleep, for up to twelve hours, I'm still tired. No matter how much sleep I get, I'm always tired. Not to the point of it affecting my work or behaviour, but the huge panda eyes, lethargy and headaches are a semi-permanent feature of life.
Reason number three. There's no cure. Drinking honey tea lemons and sunshine while upside singing 'gone with the wind,' may well be the cure for some people. Drinking warm milk, or reading a book may be what works for others. The truth is, none of these have any physiological effects. They're all psychological. It's all in your mind. If you think these things will work, they will. When you realise they're all nonsense, however, you're somewhat screwed. The alternative is powerful sleeping pills which I tried in university. Interesting fact: my doctor in university didn't believe I was actually sleep deprived, so gave me a placebo at first. The problem with the real sleeping pills is that although they don't work in the stated doses, going overboard and taking enough to make sure you do sleep, ensures you have the crappiest nights sleep ever, and you wake up as tired as when you went to bed. The only difference between taking the pills and not taking them, is that after a weeks usage you won't end up dead.
Luckily I've not had a week-long period of not sleeping.
I'm fairly certain I would get fired if that were to ever occur.
Then again, I would be dead, so I'm not entirely sure I would be worried about the job at that stage.
On an entirely unrelated side note. Read this article by a moron employed by the BBC about why arts and crafts departments within English universities are failing. Then, after laughing for five minutes because he's obviously a moron who had a terrible time during his classics degree at Oxford, (presumably because the other boys were bigger and bullied him) read some of the comments. One of them stated that an american style degree, where everyone has to take compulsory Maths, English and Science classes alongside their own, produces more well rounded individuals who fulfil the authors requirement that universities make better human beings.
Then read this.
Yeah that education about how to be all happy and alone is really working for them.
Dumbass.
Friday 7 January 2011
Sitting in Gohyun Bus Terminal
So I'm sitting in Gohyun bus terminal, on my way to Seoul. It's a five hour trip from the terminal in which I currently reside, to the door at my final destination. From door to door it's more like six.
At this stage I feel like I've seen everything Seoul has to offer, despite only seeing a fraction of what is there. I have been promised dog tomorrow though, and that should make things somewhat more interesting.
I've manage to go however many months without a single venture into the grand world of canine delicacies.
I must admit, I love the fact that Korea is one of the only places in the world where canine delicacy can have different meanings.
One of the two new arrivals joined the group today. It was his initiation (of sorts) into the group, as we had dinner in a restaurant (again, of sorts). The pseudo-restaurant is nice enough, and a fun enough time was had.
I decided to break with social convention somewhat, by skipping the boring hours long smalltalk people use to seem interesting. I arrived half an hour late, but was the first to dole out the spicy gossip, in a palm sized bundle. Up to this point the conversation, while brisk, revolved around trivial nonsense. I could tell this within the first two minutes of my arrival, and the looks every exhibited. (Suicidal, in case you were wondering.)
The juicy gossip included all the stupid shit people have done in the office, and some of the stupid shit they've done outside the office. This freed things up nicely, and everyone was embarrassed. Everyone is going to be embarrassed at some stage when their secrets are found out, so why not just get the bullshit out of the way first, and focus on the people behind the nonsense?
Why would I do this? I was forced to come to the dinner, despite the enforcer knowing I wanted to go to Seoul. The upshot, I won't be forced to dinner against my will again, unless crossfire and casualties are expected.
Petty? Yes, but more fun than I thought it would be. Obviously I'm not beyond ridicule, I received a healthy dose, but I learned more about the new guy in this one hour dinner, than two weeks of pussy-footing and social mores.
The upshot - when you are bored and feeling like a child, act like a child. It might be substantially more interesting than you thought it would be.
On a completely unrelated side-note: I wrote this using public, unsecured wifi. Logging onto any service via such a network is not recommended, and I'm such a nerd for this kind of thing that I'm going to change all my password tomorrow. Less be, to all ye who listen.
At this stage I feel like I've seen everything Seoul has to offer, despite only seeing a fraction of what is there. I have been promised dog tomorrow though, and that should make things somewhat more interesting.
I've manage to go however many months without a single venture into the grand world of canine delicacies.
I must admit, I love the fact that Korea is one of the only places in the world where canine delicacy can have different meanings.
One of the two new arrivals joined the group today. It was his initiation (of sorts) into the group, as we had dinner in a restaurant (again, of sorts). The pseudo-restaurant is nice enough, and a fun enough time was had.
I decided to break with social convention somewhat, by skipping the boring hours long smalltalk people use to seem interesting. I arrived half an hour late, but was the first to dole out the spicy gossip, in a palm sized bundle. Up to this point the conversation, while brisk, revolved around trivial nonsense. I could tell this within the first two minutes of my arrival, and the looks every exhibited. (Suicidal, in case you were wondering.)
The juicy gossip included all the stupid shit people have done in the office, and some of the stupid shit they've done outside the office. This freed things up nicely, and everyone was embarrassed. Everyone is going to be embarrassed at some stage when their secrets are found out, so why not just get the bullshit out of the way first, and focus on the people behind the nonsense?
Why would I do this? I was forced to come to the dinner, despite the enforcer knowing I wanted to go to Seoul. The upshot, I won't be forced to dinner against my will again, unless crossfire and casualties are expected.
Petty? Yes, but more fun than I thought it would be. Obviously I'm not beyond ridicule, I received a healthy dose, but I learned more about the new guy in this one hour dinner, than two weeks of pussy-footing and social mores.
The upshot - when you are bored and feeling like a child, act like a child. It might be substantially more interesting than you thought it would be.
On a completely unrelated side-note: I wrote this using public, unsecured wifi. Logging onto any service via such a network is not recommended, and I'm such a nerd for this kind of thing that I'm going to change all my password tomorrow. Less be, to all ye who listen.
Tuesday 4 January 2011
Jobs
So I was officially offered the English department head teacher position yesterday; along with the highest class in the school.
The caveat being I have to renew my contract.
They offered me some more money, and the additional pay that goes with being the head teacher.
It would be nice to stay for the following reasons: more money, a couple of good co-workers.
That is all.
It would not be nice to stay for myriad reasons.
I also had some time to make a wishlist, for the computer I would like to have. You can see it here. There are two problems with it. Firstly, it's been this computer for about three months, which means that it's probably only three months away from being updates in some way. Secondly, there's a component that's not up to scratch. Everything is completely top-end, except for one thing. You can try to figure out which one it is.
It also doesn't come with a case or peripherals. These would put me over two thousand pounds, which is a ludicrous sum; I'd prefer to just have it resting on a table instead of inside a case.
The wishlist isn't under my name - by the way.
The caveat being I have to renew my contract.
They offered me some more money, and the additional pay that goes with being the head teacher.
It would be nice to stay for the following reasons: more money, a couple of good co-workers.
That is all.
It would not be nice to stay for myriad reasons.
I also had some time to make a wishlist, for the computer I would like to have. You can see it here. There are two problems with it. Firstly, it's been this computer for about three months, which means that it's probably only three months away from being updates in some way. Secondly, there's a component that's not up to scratch. Everything is completely top-end, except for one thing. You can try to figure out which one it is.
It also doesn't come with a case or peripherals. These would put me over two thousand pounds, which is a ludicrous sum; I'd prefer to just have it resting on a table instead of inside a case.
The wishlist isn't under my name - by the way.
Monday 3 January 2011
A Miniature Pet Project
So I undertook two video projects over Christmas, this is the first and simplest.
Right-click save as.
Left-click to stream.
The second is a mammoth, movie-length feature, involving a play rehearsal. It'll take at least a couple of months to finish, so nowhere near complete.
Right-click save as.
Left-click to stream.
The second is a mammoth, movie-length feature, involving a play rehearsal. It'll take at least a couple of months to finish, so nowhere near complete.
Sunday 2 January 2011
The Wedding
So we had to get up extremely early in order to go to this wedding.
We were up at around 10 AM!
Unbelievable right?
When we arrived the bride was waiting in a small room. She was already doled up and looking rather nervous.
On a side-note, the venue we were in consisted of four separate wedding areas. Are they chapels? I don't know.
Each area had two weddings, totaling eight. I don't know how much each wedding cost, but I think it's a fair assumption that they make an awful lot of money!
On a personal note, I rather like this picture. This is the groom (is that how you spell it? I've never read about, willingly listened to or thought about a wedding before, so I've not a single clue about wedding terminologies.) amid the sea of chaos that is his wedding.
I'd never met either of them before, but they're awesome. (I went with Amanda, who knew the bride from her previous job.)
I don't know what the groom is looking at *ahem*.
The man in the picture is the official photographer.
I was the unofficial photographer.
I wanted to show you the camera he was holding, and at some stage link the camera I was using. Serious penis envy.
I wanted to get in close for this picture, but then you miss the psychadelic background and their literally perfect attire.
I know people go to all kinds of trouble to get the perfect look for their wedding, but jees, this must have taken hours to put on.
Not the hair though, Koreans love making their hair look like this every day. (It's the same with the Japanese!)
There were some obligatory cutesy photographs.
Interestingly they both work with foreigners, I believe teaching English (don't quote me on that) so their views are quite progressive.
Therefore this display of Asian cute was rather embarrassing for all involved, but I guess the real photographers picture was good enough.
If I had access to a computer with some kahoonas I would edit the following orange images, levelling the colour balance and making them substantially less orange.
On the flip side, I enjoy these pictures because of the way in which their standing, and general composition.
I took a few different shots at different zoom levels to try and find what worked best.
The further out you go with the zoom, the more distorted things look. This is obvious (look at the crazy toppling buildings you see with small numbers on your own cameras!) in theory, but leads to some complicated effects in practice. I guess the difficulty comes in knowing when to use these different properties and when not to.
Another shot with Amanda and the bride.
I probably should have placed them both central - something I could do in post using any photo editing software.
If only I had a computer!
Now this is the real reason I agreed to take photographs!
Korean hanbok (sp?) is the traditional clothing in Korea. Unlike Japan however, you rarely, if at all, see people wearing them. Just like Japan they're extremely expensive; unlike Japan they're somewhat plainer albeit more frilly. To clarify, I mean plainer colour wise.)
After talking to the bride for a few minutes, I realised what this recessed cave actually was.
It's a picture frame!
This would work a little better if your eye wasn't immediately pulled through the illusion to whomever is sitting inside; as the frame requires a wider perspective.
Nice idea though!
Being forced to sit for hours on end must be tedious; but there were no shortage of people on hand to ensure not a single strand of hair was misplaced.
I'm serious. It was immaculate. Perfect. Whenever a hair fell out of place, three people jumped up to correct it.
Having never been to a wedding myself, this was the first time I'd seen the procession. (Is it called that? I honestly don't know)
I'm not entirely sure what was happening, but someone (presumably her dad?) walked with the bride to the altar, a lot of talking was done, and then everyone left. (There were a number of photographs taken not including the man and wife.) (I assume they're man and wife at this point, and not simply bride and groom?)
This was the best part!
The food was pretty nice, but I was forbidden from taking the free beer that was on offer home. It was three PM, and I simply couldn't stomach the thought of drinking then; so I wanted to take a few bottles (that no one else was drinking either) home. I was told off.
I wasn't told off by staff or bouncers or anyone official - but by my date. How very galling.
In a random segway, here is a woman on the wii fit.
We went Christmas shopping after the wedding, and they were advertising the wii fit.
I've seen this thing in four different countries now, and the buxom wenches always wear the same thing.
I wonder if they ship the clothes around the world to save buying new ones for all the people who do displays for them.
She wasn't exactly enthralled by her positions as head performer of monotonous tasks, but she was good.
Really good.
How good?
See if you can do the 'stand on one leg while bringing your other leg up to your chest and holding it there for five seconds,' routine and get a score this good.
I defy anyone to.
Above: A random building that looked cool, lit up like that.
This is a random picture I took of Amanda looking out of the window on the bus. The bus ride was looooooooong, so there was tons of time to mess around taking pictures and generally annoying the Koreans - who think it's a national crime for a Korean person to date a foreigner.
Interestingly, she's not Korean. The dumbass Korean folk can't see outside of their little country though, and assume everyone who looks asian is Korean. Statistically speaking, they're more likely to be chinese.
Learn some maths please, Korea.
This is the disfigured cake that was eaten afterwards.
There should be an extra ear and paw, but I got hungry and started eating.
I was rather enamored with this particular cake, hence the multitude of pictures.
The pink tasted like strawberries!
We were up at around 10 AM!
Unbelievable right?
On a side-note, the venue we were in consisted of four separate wedding areas. Are they chapels? I don't know.
Each area had two weddings, totaling eight. I don't know how much each wedding cost, but I think it's a fair assumption that they make an awful lot of money!
I'd never met either of them before, but they're awesome. (I went with Amanda, who knew the bride from her previous job.)
The man in the picture is the official photographer.
I was the unofficial photographer.
I wanted to show you the camera he was holding, and at some stage link the camera I was using. Serious penis envy.
I know people go to all kinds of trouble to get the perfect look for their wedding, but jees, this must have taken hours to put on.
Not the hair though, Koreans love making their hair look like this every day. (It's the same with the Japanese!)
Interestingly they both work with foreigners, I believe teaching English (don't quote me on that) so their views are quite progressive.
Therefore this display of Asian cute was rather embarrassing for all involved, but I guess the real photographers picture was good enough.
On the flip side, I enjoy these pictures because of the way in which their standing, and general composition.
The further out you go with the zoom, the more distorted things look. This is obvious (look at the crazy toppling buildings you see with small numbers on your own cameras!) in theory, but leads to some complicated effects in practice. I guess the difficulty comes in knowing when to use these different properties and when not to.
I probably should have placed them both central - something I could do in post using any photo editing software.
If only I had a computer!
Korean hanbok (sp?) is the traditional clothing in Korea. Unlike Japan however, you rarely, if at all, see people wearing them. Just like Japan they're extremely expensive; unlike Japan they're somewhat plainer albeit more frilly. To clarify, I mean plainer colour wise.)
It's a picture frame!
This would work a little better if your eye wasn't immediately pulled through the illusion to whomever is sitting inside; as the frame requires a wider perspective.
Nice idea though!
I'm serious. It was immaculate. Perfect. Whenever a hair fell out of place, three people jumped up to correct it.
I'm not entirely sure what was happening, but someone (presumably her dad?) walked with the bride to the altar, a lot of talking was done, and then everyone left. (There were a number of photographs taken not including the man and wife.) (I assume they're man and wife at this point, and not simply bride and groom?)
The food was pretty nice, but I was forbidden from taking the free beer that was on offer home. It was three PM, and I simply couldn't stomach the thought of drinking then; so I wanted to take a few bottles (that no one else was drinking either) home. I was told off.
I wasn't told off by staff or bouncers or anyone official - but by my date. How very galling.
We went Christmas shopping after the wedding, and they were advertising the wii fit.
I've seen this thing in four different countries now, and the buxom wenches always wear the same thing.
I wonder if they ship the clothes around the world to save buying new ones for all the people who do displays for them.
Really good.
See if you can do the 'stand on one leg while bringing your other leg up to your chest and holding it there for five seconds,' routine and get a score this good.
I defy anyone to.
This is a random picture I took of Amanda looking out of the window on the bus. The bus ride was looooooooong, so there was tons of time to mess around taking pictures and generally annoying the Koreans - who think it's a national crime for a Korean person to date a foreigner.
Interestingly, she's not Korean. The dumbass Korean folk can't see outside of their little country though, and assume everyone who looks asian is Korean. Statistically speaking, they're more likely to be chinese.
Learn some maths please, Korea.
There should be an extra ear and paw, but I got hungry and started eating.
I was rather enamored with this particular cake, hence the multitude of pictures.
And finally a picture of the happy couple and an intruding presence. They changed from their wedding garb to these matching, traditional hanbok in record time. I'm told that some weddings can necessitate four or five clothing changes, depending on which religion(s) they're choosing to observe. I suppose your best bet is to always appease as many gods as possible; especially with divorce rates being what they are now.
Saturday 1 January 2011
The Great Job Hunt
I'm at a slight disadvantage job hunt wise, because contracts begin between early-mid April in Japan. I become available at the end of April, which might be detrimental as the market is flooded with teachers. We are all disposable commodities in EFL teaching; not like back home at all.
There is one particular job, teaching bi-lingual students literature, that is particularly interesting. If I could get this job, I would probably wet myself with excitement.
Obviously, I don't have the necessary qualification - I'm shy a recommendation they make regarding teaching experience. (Two years seems to be the norm for high-end jobs). That won't stop me applying though, as it seems to be the perfect stepping stone for my future ambitions.
I don't know what my future ambitions are yet, but I'm sure they're somewhat related.
There is one particular job, teaching bi-lingual students literature, that is particularly interesting. If I could get this job, I would probably wet myself with excitement.
Obviously, I don't have the necessary qualification - I'm shy a recommendation they make regarding teaching experience. (Two years seems to be the norm for high-end jobs). That won't stop me applying though, as it seems to be the perfect stepping stone for my future ambitions.
I don't know what my future ambitions are yet, but I'm sure they're somewhat related.
And a silly picture.
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