Today's filming consisted of my weekly long run in Asan and handing out advertisement flyers for Hulk's. My long run was supposed to be a clean 15km. I got stopped at 14.67km mark and then was asked by KBS to run some more but in slow motion for the cameras -- some for the camera drone flying above us and then some more for the camera man running beside us with the steady-cam. As for handing out the flyers, we went to our usual downtown busy corner and approached random people for a solid hour. Leave it to me to make a competition out of it. I handed out the most flyers and apparently I got the most positive responses too. Not only did I stumble across three of our former members but I also ran into The First Son, Wow's oldest son. And, if that wasn't funny enough, one girl yelled out "I love you" to me. And no, I have no idea who she was nor have I ever seen her in my life before. I also stopped traffic and caused a group of basketball university students to launder in my corner of the street. That was as amusing as it was embarrassing because the camera was rolling and KBS made one of the young guys come and talk to me.
In addition to the KBS camera crew of two with their many cameras catching my day, I was also given the self-cam for me to take additional footage. I took some video of us traveling in the car, at my friend's movie marathon I attended in the evening, and me walking and talking down some random streets at night.
I video taped some of the ajjumas (older Korean women) who sit by Cheonan Station, looking to lure in the young men and hook them up with prostitutes. Yup, it's true. I also video taped some of the pet stores on my way towards the Cheonan Station but I figured the "viewers" at home, and by viewers I mean those who will watch the documentary, might get a kick out of it. It's like an insider's scoop, I guess. I remember awhile back one of the ajjumas yelled at me. She had clearly mistaken my baseball cap and hoodie over my head as me being a guy when in fact I was just a girl coming back from a long run. I let her yell at me for a bit but it was when she approached me at the stop light and tried to take me by the arm that I spoke to her in a voice that sounded as girly as I possible could.
I filmed myself on the self-cam buying socks. Yup, that's what my Saturday night evolved to. And if that wasn't sad enough, I had purposely rushed myself so that I could buy those specific socks at that specific store before they closed. I left my friend's movie marathon, jogged ten minutes down the street to buy a snack I was craving (egg fish bread), then jumped on a bus and booted it downtown. KBS has been breaking my balls this past couple of weeks about my poor socks. I hate socks!
Side note here, as if this specific entry wasn't sounding scatterbrained already, for the record women do have balls. Our balls just so happen to be situated above the belt, thank you very much.
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