One of my favourite t-shirt designs. (OK, it’s actually the front and back cover of Tim Sköld and Sascha Konietzko’s collaboration album (SKOLD vs KMFDM), but it was also sold on t-shirts.)
Unfortunately, KMFDM no longer sell the t-shirts in their store. They released some relatively high res versions of the images some time ago (I don’t think they are still online, but I have them on my hdd), 5,33" x 5,33" at 300ppi. That’s kinda small, but you can get 10,66" x 10,66" at 150ppi from that, which is tolerable for a t-shirt print. (Some sites like Cafepress actually have a maximum printing area of 10" x 10".)
“What was I thinking? Why did I have to say no?
Omg Y/N, I can’t believe how stupid you are! You’re in Korea, of course they
are going to expect you’re speaking Korean!” you were practically shouting
at yourself while Sang Won was silent, slightly squinting his eyes as he was
processing this whole situation and thinking about what to do next.
Moments were passing and it got awkwardly quiet in
the living room, and you just accepted that you’re not getting this job. As you
wanted to take a deep breath and let out even deeper and loud sigh, Sang Won
“Great. You get the job.”
“What?!” you almost screamed in
excitement, getting to your feet so you could give Sang Won a hug. “Thank
you, thank you, thank you. You saved me with this. I promise I will be the best
employee there is in the world.”
“Don’t get too excited Y/N. It’s not the best
job there is, but it was the only one I could offer you. Now go get some sleep,
you’re starting early in the morning.”
With his words you happily bounced to the couch and
laid down so you can get as much as rest possible, but the excitement you felt
didn’t let you fall asleep that quickly.
“Sang Won-ssi, what should I wear?” you
asked, panically going through your stuff in search of the perfect outfit for
your first day. “I really want to impress everyone in the company, but is
this skirt and jacket too professional?” you asked Sang Won while holding
two items to your body so you can give him an idea of the look.
But he didn’t bother to look up from his breakfast,
instead he just muttered: “Just put on your regular daily clothes. Jeans
and t-shirt are just right.”
It was confusing you, but you did as you were told.
Maybe this was some kind of laid-back job, and it’s not like they were going to
give you office or something important to do. But you didn’t care. As long as
you get paid and have where to live, it didn’t matter.
“Is this where I will be staying?” you ask
Sang Won as you pull over in a quiet and rather fancy neighborhood, pointing
towards small building in brick with two vertical sides of blue-greenish
windows spread from the 1st floor up to the roof.
“Well this is kind of your home and work
place” Sang Won says while holding a door for you.
“How do you mean that?” you ask him
confused as you enter the elevator.
“It will all be clear to you when we
arrive.” and with that Sang Won exits the elevator, leaving you completely
The first thing you see is hallway filled with
shoes. Shoes tossed everywhere, almost 30 pairs of different kind of sneakers,
boots, home slippers.
Right from the entrance is door for a room with some
cartoon stickers on it. Across that room is another one, and this one Sang Won
opens. It so small and simple, just one bed up to a wall on your left,
nightstand next to it and above it big window, covering most of the wall. The
right side of the room has a desk and right next to it a small wardrobe,
leaving narrow path in the middle of the room.
“This is where you will be staying” Sang
Won says to you, his hand pointing to inside of the room.
“Ooh it’s great. Definitely much better than
your couch” you try to make a joke but Sang Won’s face remains the same.
After a short hallway you step into a big living
room, messy just like the entrance area. One angular brown leather couch with
at least tens of different colorful pillows or stuffed animals tossed around,
is on your left. Next to it is a big massaging chair, on the opposite wall TV
sitting on a shelf. There are countless photos, drawings, more stuffed animals,
boards with written names on it, either on the shelves or laying down all over
the room. Across you is wall fully in windows with a beautiful view that’s
blocked by big laundry rack and on it even bigger pile of clothes. You scan all
the mess and it almost makes you dizzy.
Sang Won is already in kitchen calling your name.
You turn around and enter so you can examine it, even though not sure why, but
you just follow Sang Won. Luckily, kitchen is in quite less mess than the rest
of the house, it almost looks like it’s not frequently used.
“Okay, and the last is bathroom” you
follow Sang Won to big bathroom that has white tiles but the rest of the
bathroom furniture is red.
“The place is not bad. I mean, it’s nice and
big, location is great, definitely much better than my hill. But I don’t get it
Sang Won-ssi. I will be living with roommates? And what exactly is my
job?” you ask him as you both stand in living room. This whole job thing
is getting mysterious and you’re starting to get worried. Should you be so
trusting with a stranger you met just a few days ago? Sure, he helped you and
let you in his home, but you can’t help being skeptic and honestly, little
“I’m sorry I couldn’t find you a better job,
only one I could think of is for you to be housemaid. I know you’re studying so
that one day you can have better job, but right now this is all I can offer you
“A maid? What? I don’t know how to do that!
Yeah sure, I lived alone before, but I barely take care of myself, not to talk
about a family” you almost shout from the shock.
“Well, other thing is, it’s not quite a family,
but more like a…” Sang Won is looking down to floor confused, searching
for the right words, but it’s making you even more confused, and you feel like
the walls around you are starting to slowly spin. Luckily, Sang Won notices so
he helps you lay down on the couch.
“More like what?” once you feel like the
spinning stopped, you ask. “Exactly how many people live here?”
“Umm… 7…?” Sang Won pronounces the
sentence like it’s a question you should know the answer to.
“WHAAT?! I should take care of 7 other people?
Don’t tell me they’re kids!” you sit up to face him, your body unable to
relax from the shocking things you’re hearing.
“No, god no, they are not kids. What’s even
better they are around your age.”
With his words you let a sigh of relief. “Okay,
then it shouldn’t be so hard. I can make friends too. This can be fun” you
say trying to sound positive both for you and Sang Won. He’s been nothing but
nice to you, so you want to show some gratitude.
“Yeah well, first of all, they are not in the
house often. They work a lot, so they mostly just sleep here. And second thing
Y/N, they don’t speak English. Well two of them are, but there is no need for
you to talk to them” he says almost threatening you, his sudden change of
attitude making you slightly shiver.
“Uuh, okaay. I get it, no speaking to the
roommates” you repeat, wanting to show Sang Won it’s clear and you don’t
want to lose this job, no matter how bad it is. “But who are they
anyways?” you ask because all of this is getting weird.
“Got7” Sang Won says in relaxed manner,
just like he said that today is Monday.
“THE Got7?” you almost choke on your words,
opening your eyes so wide that if it was possible your pupils would jump out.
“Yes, idols from Got7 live here. This is their
dorm, and I need you to take care of it.”
You think this is some kind of joke so you turn
around to look for signs, your eyes landing on the photos next to TV. You get
up to take a closer look and it’s all photos of idols from Got7 with fans, next
to it some fan letters and drawings of the guys.
“Y/N are you going to be able to do this job?
If it’s too much for you, I can figure something out. But the thing is, I
recently got married and got a child, anyhow, you saw my family. I couldn’t
stay with the guys anymore but I also can’t let them stay here alone.”
Right, so that’s why Sang Won asked if you can speak
Korean. He doesn’t want you to have any kind of interaction with them. And that
you could understand. They’re idols for god’s sake! So you are going to keep
with this, after all, this job is your only opportunity to stay in Seoul and
finish your university.
“Yes, I’m more than able to do this job. Thank
you for helping me Sang Won-ssi. Without you I would be somewhere alone on the
streets of Seoul” you turn to him and respond with smile on your face.
“Okay, I’m glad to hear that. I knew I could
count on you Y/N” he smiles back at
you, his body now clearly relaxed. “And remember, no talking to guys, and
don’t tell anyone you’re living here. Not even as a joke!”
“Don’t worry Sang Won-ssi, you saw I have no
friends, so I don’t really have anyone to tell.”
After your reassuring words, other rules and list of
tasks you will have to do Sang Won left. You took your luggage in the small
room that is going to be yours from now on, and you felt all the stress getting
over you. Your head started pulsating, making your vision blurry so you decided
that you’ll start your chores after some rest. You laid down in the bed, and as
soon as your head touched the pillow you could feel your eye lids getting heavy
like they are made of iron, making you fall asleep immediately.
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Wealthy guys spend their money on different stuff. It’s really hard to tell just by appearances if a person is wealthy.
My main three types of stuff that I have are:
Crocs (I know I know) $50
My work/daily clothes:
T shirts $5
T shirts $80
T shirts $150
Omega (wear almost every day)
Hoodie ( daily)
I guess the only thing we can extrapolate from me is that I look like a bum 80% of the time.
I guess the point I’m trying to make is that you must speak to the person to determine if they are for real or not.
One conversation question that gets right to the point is to ask, “How do you spoil yourself?”
Basically you are asking a person who is successful and wealthy, what they do for themselves from a luxury standpoint. Another way of asking the same question is how has wealth changed/differentiated their lives, what are they able to do that most people can’t because of their success.
Now I think this question is perfect for weeding out Salts. Let’s analyze what they could possibly say:
Keep in mind that if ur POT hesitates on the answer, it’s not necessarily a bad sign. It could also mean they hesitant to reveal too much.
I’m modest and don’t do anything.
Bullshit. I have yet to meet anyone who has money that doesn’t spoil themselves in some way. What’s more true is that it’s even more unlikely a person is willing to spend 1000, 2000, 3000 a month in cold hard cash to a SB if they are modest and won’t even spoil themselves. I believe having a SB is spoiling yourself and it is never the first thing we spend our money on.
Anything to do with Water: if they have a hobbies on water, I think this is a really good sign because everything on water is a depreciating asset. Meaning, people who buy, rent boats are really willing to spend money on luxury.
Watches: already covered that
Cars: already covered that
Maybe we should put more analysis into the answer being passionate. Let’s face it, we must be passionate about it if we are spending are hard earned money on it.
I think this also lets girls know that they should familiarize themselves with what ur SD’s like so they will think you have a lot in common. It also makes conversations like this so much easier.
Personally, I collect Montblanc pens and I use them on a daily basis.