Quick, short and sharp. And young.

As some may have noticed from my status on Stalkbook, the countdown is over, and the fun indeed has begun.

The parentals have arrived, the working weeks are short and the adventures for the weekends are upon me. And aplenty.

Oh the grandness of life.

But yes, Maggie and The Nevster are here in Seoul. Have claimed my bed, and making their mark in my tiny one room apartment. Oh yes, we will be one tight family unit at the end of this little excursion. So far so good however. Beyond that, it's been awesome seeing them. And if anything they have surprised me immensely as to how much they have gone about their own things, how much they have researched and read up on the place, and how little they are looking at me for help/directions or an itinerary. Which is a good thing seen I have known for months about their arrival, and done nothing but discuss and talk to others about what they could possibly do. Yet neither organise, nor write down, a single thing. Except the Hong Kong trip, which although a surprise, and a large payment out of my pay packet - wasn't met with quite the enthusiastic response I was thinking I would get. Instead "You didn't. Really? I was quite looking forward to sitting at Soho by myself and having a few beers and listening to music." And that was the end of that discussion.

Yep, thrilled was not the response I got for the Hong Kong trip. Thrilled/love is what the response was for the local Soho bar though. However, I always knew it was going to be an absolute hit with Nevster. The first night we went there, Dad pretty much got kicked out of the place by Mum. And on the return walk home from dinner, again the foot was firmly planted down by mother as she stopped Dad from heading back up the random, narrow stairs to the sound of sweet, sweet music.

Thursday night, which IS the beginning to the weekend, brings a few friends into Seoul to have a few drinks and dinner with Ma and Pa. Should be fun times, and with Friday being the day we travel to Hong Kong it will mark the start of a great weekend.

So yes, a short working week it is. Work at the moment has taken a bit of a turn for the difference. I have been teaching a three and a half year old for the past two months one-on-one, which has been pretty cruisey. But, I have now acquired a new student, and a whooping 31 months old. When her mum told me her age, I actually questioned as to how many months are in a year. 31 months - anyone else finding that a little ridiculous to be sending a kid to learn English for 6 hours a day? As can be expected - she has the concentration of a 2 year old, doesn't know how to share, cries when things don't go her way, and to top it all off is a stroppy wee biatch. Today she threw a cup at me. Lucky for her, I have the reflexes of a turtle and she has terrible aim. It ended up hitting my 3 year old instead. At present, I'm not really liking her much. Way too much effort. And dare I remind you, I don't do effort.

For the next month though I have a 2 week holiday and 2 short weeks at work. Yeya. Next weekend we have the DJ Festival, then I head camping for a week with the crew. Oh the fun times to be had.

And to top off all this excitement. I got sun burnt in the weekend. Oh the tanning process has begun.

Hopefully I will be able to pass myself off as a Maori sometime soon. With something resembling a tan, combined with my sprint training hopefully resultingly resembling speed and pace, and with 7s training perhaps I will be able to pull of the sidestep and dummy to show up all those fools fo' shore.

Until then, peace out my niggas.