Might as Well,

Right so I've got the flu. People are saying that it's inevitable. I don't think so. I wandered around central america for a month and didn't get food poisoning. Now that i'm here and 2wks in officially being plagued by fever, aches and mental clouds is not something i'm shrugging my shoulders at- mostly because i get offended everytime i get sick, and two i'm pretty sure i didn't deserve it. I was previous taking copious amounts of vitamin c, ginger even and sleeping tons. It was that one night of the storm wednesday night that gave this vicious thing entrance. So that by Thursday I was already thinking oh no, so that i was fully resenting Friday and today missing the fire festival on the mountain. Added on top of that trying to teach for the first time. And granted when i walked into the office the first day i did describe it as a physically sick place, or it seemed it, in some horrible portent of what was to come, but that is for later- Anyway i set out to tell you about the fact that i stillneed to buy a broom, toilet brush, laundry detergent and a host of annoying things that i feel should probably be here. The broom at least. Come on. Have a broom. It's polite. Sure leave me with cooking supplies I can't use, but make me go get the broom. I guess that's the easier thing to track down? I don't know. And the chair- it's made for tiny people is all i'm saying. The weight capacity i'm guessing is far below me. 

I paused from my day of watching d#wnl#ads from ut#rrent, you'll be happy to know i'm up to date on all the latest in tvland, to tell you that i took out the trash to take in a bit of fresh air- since oddly the nearest trash bin ? only? is across the small street, down some steps in a parking lot near some installed workout machines which apparently are all over this part of the island. It was almost too much. The cold dry air, despite ocean proximity, and the exertion of going down and up a flight of stairs seemed a bit overkill. The interesting part besides the whole location situation is the oc'dcee ness of korean garbage. I appreciate the angle really coming from CA as i do, but 4 is a bit much to have in a small apt. 1 paper/metals/ and i forget what else 2. plastics 3. foodwaste 4. combustible? materials? aka "special white trashbags" that you have to buy from the market. what? i had read about this on some blog before coming but to realize that's not where the food waste went was a bit confusing. or that foodwaste itself constitutes a small bag over a week or whatever that you must empty out into the garbage cans. but its the white bags that one might term biohazard materials is where it tips on over into neurosis? i asked E what one might put into it and he was like... oh um.... oh you know, you blow your nose and ... uh huh yes, and... but anyway i get it but i don't right? it makes perfect sense and i'm still EH< that's a bIT MucH. mostly because it's all mandatory- what with neighbors for spies (reverse that) and no, it's not an option or you'll get fined thing. i get it but still.

But I'm sick, and i find most things intolerable at this stage.

to make up for this rather bleak and kind of informative post i'll show more pictures:

i live above a 'family mart'. the 7/11 is across the way. same/same. this IS "the lucky house"

 you can see my building near those half alive palmtrees. the building in front of it is called the dolphin. it has a cafe that i will one day go to.

this IS the only interesting part of the small beach. the volcanic rocks and the heavy sands. but it'll do. it'll do.

 these poles over here to the left light up at night! pretty! but don't let the scope of the view fool you or as i was going to right/write - fuel you... the beach isn't that big. it's mostly rugged volcanic rock. which is i guess why any slip of sand is heavily guarded protected and fortified.

next up- my thursday before this last thursday. aka medical check.