My chest is buzzing and my ears tingling and the air in my room seems lighter somehow. That's what happens when you belt your heart out on an echoing microphone in a tiny room with friends. The thick karaoke songbook was only a fraction full of English titles but there was plenty to choose from nonetheless. It was awkward at first; this was a regular pastime of Hyo Jin's and Jen and I were both uneasy with any kind of karaoke. I broke the ice with "Ghostbusters" which I highly recommend as a warm-up song to any beginner. This was followed by My Sharona, Wonderwall, I Want it That Way, Hotel California and Don't Stop Believing, among others. By the end I was a regular diva, moving and dancing and shimmying up and down in my seat.
The best part was that while the letters scooted across the screen the backdrops weren't music videos, but what looked like cheap travel footage of Hawaii and Prague. That took some getting used to. Trying rocking out to Bon Jovi while a battalion of overweight men in grass skirts hula at you.
In other news I managed to make it two weeks without doing laundry. The washing machine scares me and I don't want to go near it. I even hand-washed some underwear yesterday. There are no dryers in Korea. I dread the starchy, wrinkled mess my clothes will dry in. Soon enough I'll have to grit my teeth and just do it.
Like a lot of things here.
Is there fabric softener in Korea? The dryers in Munich were terrible, so I line-dried the whole year, and the only starchy mess occured when I ran out of softener.
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My Sharona?! Sweet!
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