Anna Bana
11/07/2006
Sharks made me walk from Chinatown to Liang Court today. The nerve of her! She’s trotting along in her little pink pumps going clippity clop – well ok, not clip-it-y, but certainly there was a double clop – and we’re walking a good ten minutes there.
Ok, it could have been worse. I could be slogging it out on the treadmill.
Korean Face Crunch
I started my fifth Korean series yesterday and this one seems pretty big budget. It’s set between the fifties (during the Korean War) and the seventies. There are elaborate sets and helicopters and soldiers and towns and stuff, all interesting stuff. Part of the series is also filmed at some island, and it looks really good. Who knew all this exists in the country with the highest broadband penetration in the world?
I realise that Korglish speakers can’t really pronounce certain sounds that English typically requires. Like the “v” sound. They go, “fibe, siix, seben, eight”! Perhaps there isn’t that sound in their language. It’s a good thing I’m not Korean, and more importantly, KF’s family isn’t Korean. If not I’d probably get my name mangled into something like Banana. [KF: that's Ba'neh-na in your language].
Fighting!
