somehow.
my work notebook does not recognize me as an owner any longer. so I got only PC in my room with english-korean font.
BTW Joko is from nippon... and koreans hate both chinese and japanese as well.

finally at one of our partners site I found apretty korean girl. this is really rare thing. her name is surely.... LINNNDA(h) Jung. Sweet like korean surise and reminding all japanese porn cartoons. with all korean hospitality she promiced that we'll become a good friends. Oh if you'd see this pocket sized woman with long black hair and pearly white teeth (both of them) just kidding. she is really nice.
nevertheless it is a hard to live country. most of food tastes like shit with a bit of fish. the restpart of food is extremely hot. only TGI Fridays saves my ass from burning on fire coz of pepper. the local tradition of cards exchange takes 5 vbnutes with all those hola-hey stuff. the good partner of mine (korean) on a 'official' dinner with company owners and management 'friendly' asked me to watch the way I hold my hands when I pour vine to the 'Mr. Chairman's glass'. though you cannot get a key from your room in the hotel (very imperial styled building of gold named 'Leeds Bill' see attached pix. anyway my negotiations seems very good and I surely like this negotiator job. well the last funny note is that everyone is smoking. so most of negotiations are done at front door of the office during smoking. And noone is drinking in traditional russian meaning of this word so after the second glass you can get all the commercial secrets. and the internal structure of the company is always clear for foreigner demanding on how many 'hey zana ho' you have seen during the trip to the company factory.

every single manager or managing director wears a perfec suit from chinese tailor (they are the best in the world) white armani shirt and a perfect tie. the 'good looking guy' job is hard here. my luggage of white shirts and ties are ruunning too fast. Even the nightclubbers are wearing too traditional. except the lawyers. the wear blue suits. and factory workers and lower stuff wearing blue shitrs. ladies below 50 all dressed like japan porn movie tennager stars.
local sigarettes are made of rice (tastes like that) and costs like silk cut in london.

anyhow i find this country funny and i love my job. i'm happy.

well theres lot of notes and the stuff but unfortunately its 11.40 here and tomorrow i'm officially visiting yet another korean wonder factory at 7 am.

cya