I absolutely had to blog about my recent snowboarding fiasco. It was all around a disaster. It was through an organization called Korea Safari, they plan trips (mainly for foreigners). The group was about 40 and took 2 buses.
E and I head over to Bundang Friday night to meet up with Dan, since we have to be in Seoul (which is about an hour away) for an 8am bus to the ski resort. E and I have a few drinks then run over to Pub 210 to find Mr. Dan. Mr. Dan is...well...drunk by the time we get to him. It takes about 2 hours for us to coax him home into bed. By this time it's probably around 3am or so...keeping in mind that we have to wake up at around 630 to make it to the bus on time.
We go to sleep.
I hear the alarm go off, but don't even think about the significance of it.
I wake up at 715am.
Not as frantically as I should have, I roll over and wake E up.
"E..it's 715...it's 715." I whisper in a drunken/sleeepy haze. He sits upright and looks at the clock before letting out an obscenity or two. We both get up and attempt to wake Dan.
Fail.
Dan is unconscious. Nothing will rouse him.
I decide to call the company to see what our options are. I thought E was awake with me in this decision. But after I get off the phone with a guy who tells me we can take a train, I look over and E is asleep again.
Anger begins to boil up inside of me..but knowing we can take the train, sleep takes control and I fall back onto my pillow.
I awake again at 9am. Both guys are still unconscious. I sit around debating what to do. The decision was to go to the store and buy water, as I was a little dehydrated from the drinking. I get up, leave the apartment and go to the store, come back a few minutes later only to realize I'm locked out. I don't know the code to Dan's apartment.
So I sit, fuming, in the freezing cold hallway, guzzling my water...again, debating on what to do. I get too cold after about 30minutes and knock on the door. No answer. I wait a few more minutes. Knock again. No answer. I call while knocking, Dan answers his phone, grumbles and hangs up. I call again. Finally an answer. I ask for the code he gives it to me and I go back into the warmth of the apartment. Still, they are asleep. I give up and lay back down.
We wake up at 1215. I'm angry. Dan's angry. E's angry. I tell them that we can catch the train, the ski resort is only an hour away (ish...) from Seoul. E and I agree it would still be worth it to go. We start to get ready. All the while Dan is asking us what we're doing..what's the plan? Where are you going?
I needed food in my system as well, so the plan (that we repeatedly said) was to get McDonalds and then head to the train station. It took about 30 minutes to get the boys dressed and out of the apartment and walking in the right direction.
By this point I'm furious.
We get McDonalds, jump on the bus into Seoul. The bus is too crowded, so we jump off the bus and onto another, slightly less crowded bus. We get to Seoul Station, get on the subway and head to ChangDong Station, where the train to the ski resort should be. When we get to Changdong Station, some kids tell us we're at the wrong station that we should go to Chongyangni Station. So we get BACK on the subway and go back down to Chongyangni Station. At Chongyangni Station, we run to get a ticket to the train (there's a difference between the train and subway, by the way..train is faster). The ticket lady tells us there's no train. It's canceled since they built a new subway line.
So we get BACK on the subway. Ride for two stops. Transfer to a different subway line. Then ride for an hour to the station. Catch a cab to the resort. And wait for the guy to bring our gear.
All in all, what should have taken 2 hours took 6 hours.
Once we got on the slopes though, I felt much better. Dan however, forgot to bring gloves. So he buys a new pair and loses them 10 minutes later.
The next morning they serve breakfast..a make it yourself breakfast with Eggs and bread and onions and lemons (random...weird Koreans). Again..big surprise, we slept in. So by the time we get downstairs there's only 1 egg left. We make an egg sandwich and split it between the three of us. So..needless to say, we're still hungry and in desperate need of coffee.
So we walk down to the convenient store. Get coffee and a small thing of eggs to cook. Get back to the hotel, cook the eggs make new sandwiches. And as we're eating those sandwiches, they bring a whole new tray of 24 eggs.
It was an adventure...a very memorable adventure. I can't wait to go again!...maybe no drinking next time around!
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Home Sweet...Officetell?
An Officetell: A studio like apartment that some people use as offices and some people (such as myself) use to live in. Usually comes furnished with the necessary things (kitchen, washer/dryer, bathroom..window?).
My posts seem to be getting more and more spaced out! Less and less is happening, that's why.
This is going to sound more awful then I intend for it to, but I miss my bed. I haven't slept in my own bed for over a week now. It's been an interesting month..I will say that.
I'm still on "break" and so far have no hopes of getting work to help me out next month. It's BS..and I'm a little frustrated by it. I luckily got paid this month, but next month is going to be a bit disastrous...especially being Christmas!!
I can't believe Thanksgiving is next week! Korea (obviously) doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving, since it's clearly an American holiday. But hopefully there will be some people (and by people I do actually mean bars..."foreigner bars" as they're so fondly termed) throwing some good old fashioned Thanksgiving dinners for us expats. If I had access to a kitchen, I would do it myself (since I don't' have to work!) buuuut all I have is a two top gas stove. Though I am sure a kitchen savvy person could make do with that.
I've been making a ton of new friends though, so that's been awesome. It's been a trip. And I'm hoping to get some travel plans happening for New Years!
<3 the Holidays...though I miss my family and friends back home and wish I could be there with you to celebrate (or that you could be here!)
My posts seem to be getting more and more spaced out! Less and less is happening, that's why.
This is going to sound more awful then I intend for it to, but I miss my bed. I haven't slept in my own bed for over a week now. It's been an interesting month..I will say that.
I'm still on "break" and so far have no hopes of getting work to help me out next month. It's BS..and I'm a little frustrated by it. I luckily got paid this month, but next month is going to be a bit disastrous...especially being Christmas!!
I can't believe Thanksgiving is next week! Korea (obviously) doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving, since it's clearly an American holiday. But hopefully there will be some people (and by people I do actually mean bars..."foreigner bars" as they're so fondly termed) throwing some good old fashioned Thanksgiving dinners for us expats. If I had access to a kitchen, I would do it myself (since I don't' have to work!) buuuut all I have is a two top gas stove. Though I am sure a kitchen savvy person could make do with that.
I've been making a ton of new friends though, so that's been awesome. It's been a trip. And I'm hoping to get some travel plans happening for New Years!
<3 the Holidays...though I miss my family and friends back home and wish I could be there with you to celebrate (or that you could be here!)
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Have You Noticed a Theme?
The adventures of the past 5 days definitely need to be noted.
Thursday: After my one class of the week, a private tutoring session, I went to Itaewon in Seoul (which is rightfully dubbed the foreigner town...because of all the foreigners) to see a Stand Up Seoul show. Stand Up Seoul is a comedy show for stand up comedians (go figure). My friend Dan was performing, so I met up with him and Matt and watched as 10 other comedians went first. I found the first 12 or so to be quite humorous, but apparently I was one of the only girls in the audience that was capable of laughing. The audience consisted mainly of other comedians and lesbians with no sense of humor. And that is not a judgmental statement, I have nothing against lesbians. But why come to a comedy show and take up space if you can't find the humor in things? So they stood around (actually blocking my view) and chatted in pure disgust about how things were just not funny. It made me a little angry...and I'm sure it made the performers even angrier.
Friday: Lazy days. I woke up blissfully at 11am to my phone ringing. It was Mr. Eddie to tell me something very interesting that happened in life. I was utterly perplexed by this news, but chuckled on the inside knowing what I know and being who I am. I am quite the chuckler. I then showered, went to Starbucks for breakfast. Stopped by Kinkos to print some things (doesn't it sound like I'm in America??) Then I spent about 7 hours watching season 4 of Dexter!!!!! Matt (lucky for me since I've been dying to see season 4 since I got off the plane 3 months ago) has seasons 1-4 on his computer. It made me intensely happy. I only got through the first 7 episodes and need to find time to watch the rest. At the end of the day, I had dinner with Matt.
Saturday: Got home at 9:20am just in time for my 10am class. Jumped in the shower, flew out the door with wet hair and no makeup. Ran to the corner store for breakfast, ran to class, ran to the computer to print the days lesson plan, ran to class. Taught class...listened to my class complain about the article because they don't like politics. Freakn' adults complain about everything. Ran home, fixed my hair, ran to the train station to meet up with the Suwon crew to head to the Seven Luck Casino in Seoul! Spent 12000w, lost 12000w (equaling about $12). We then headed downstairs to the buffet/wine buffet. Unlimited food...unlimited wine. It was a good night. We then proceeded to become obnoxiously loud (what do you expect when you give people unlimited amounts of wine??). Then headed to Itaewon. Ended up on Hooker Hill...yes, that's a real place..and yes..there are actual hookers there. We watched as young soldiers ventured in and out of the brothels. Made fun of a few guys. Watched as the young soldiers proceeded to get into a fight...and had to be escorted out by the military police who came a runnin in to the rescue at the last minute. Went to another bar where things got kind of feisty within the Suwon crew. Headed home.
Sunday: Sleep. Sleeeeeep. Facebook. Dinner with Chana. Sleep.
Monday: Woken up by my student calling me FROM class with Eddie...after a quick greeting with me, handed the phone to Eddie who was just as perplexed by the conversation as I was. Went to work, filled up my 2 liter water bottle, went to Starbucks for breakfast. And now I'm here. Pretty eventful day.
Thursday: After my one class of the week, a private tutoring session, I went to Itaewon in Seoul (which is rightfully dubbed the foreigner town...because of all the foreigners) to see a Stand Up Seoul show. Stand Up Seoul is a comedy show for stand up comedians (go figure). My friend Dan was performing, so I met up with him and Matt and watched as 10 other comedians went first. I found the first 12 or so to be quite humorous, but apparently I was one of the only girls in the audience that was capable of laughing. The audience consisted mainly of other comedians and lesbians with no sense of humor. And that is not a judgmental statement, I have nothing against lesbians. But why come to a comedy show and take up space if you can't find the humor in things? So they stood around (actually blocking my view) and chatted in pure disgust about how things were just not funny. It made me a little angry...and I'm sure it made the performers even angrier.
Friday: Lazy days. I woke up blissfully at 11am to my phone ringing. It was Mr. Eddie to tell me something very interesting that happened in life. I was utterly perplexed by this news, but chuckled on the inside knowing what I know and being who I am. I am quite the chuckler. I then showered, went to Starbucks for breakfast. Stopped by Kinkos to print some things (doesn't it sound like I'm in America??) Then I spent about 7 hours watching season 4 of Dexter!!!!! Matt (lucky for me since I've been dying to see season 4 since I got off the plane 3 months ago) has seasons 1-4 on his computer. It made me intensely happy. I only got through the first 7 episodes and need to find time to watch the rest. At the end of the day, I had dinner with Matt.
Saturday: Got home at 9:20am just in time for my 10am class. Jumped in the shower, flew out the door with wet hair and no makeup. Ran to the corner store for breakfast, ran to class, ran to the computer to print the days lesson plan, ran to class. Taught class...listened to my class complain about the article because they don't like politics. Freakn' adults complain about everything. Ran home, fixed my hair, ran to the train station to meet up with the Suwon crew to head to the Seven Luck Casino in Seoul! Spent 12000w, lost 12000w (equaling about $12). We then headed downstairs to the buffet/wine buffet. Unlimited food...unlimited wine. It was a good night. We then proceeded to become obnoxiously loud (what do you expect when you give people unlimited amounts of wine??). Then headed to Itaewon. Ended up on Hooker Hill...yes, that's a real place..and yes..there are actual hookers there. We watched as young soldiers ventured in and out of the brothels. Made fun of a few guys. Watched as the young soldiers proceeded to get into a fight...and had to be escorted out by the military police who came a runnin in to the rescue at the last minute. Went to another bar where things got kind of feisty within the Suwon crew. Headed home.
Sunday: Sleep. Sleeeeeep. Facebook. Dinner with Chana. Sleep.
Monday: Woken up by my student calling me FROM class with Eddie...after a quick greeting with me, handed the phone to Eddie who was just as perplexed by the conversation as I was. Went to work, filled up my 2 liter water bottle, went to Starbucks for breakfast. And now I'm here. Pretty eventful day.
Monday, October 31, 2011
It's been a while, eh?
It's been a few days since I posted last. With my life changing and Halloween weekend, I've been a smidge preoccupied.
Where to begin??
Halloweeeeeen!!!!
By the way...
HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEN!!!!!
It's been a fun one, for sure. On friday night, my friend, Veanessa came to Suwon and we rocked it out. I <3 that girl. She's awesome and I always have fun with her. And I feel like she's one of those people that just gets me. She's half black/half Korean as well...so we share a background and personality wise she's just wonderful. We went to the BC bar, which is the "foreigner" bar here in Suwon, not knowing it was Halloween/costume party! It was awesome, but I wish I had dressed up! However, we only stayed for like an hour or so...and after we left, I would have been super embarrassed if I were in costume.
Korean's don't really celebrate Halloween. It's a tradition brought over from the western foreigners.
Saturday, I taught then went to Hongdae, which is in Seoul. I went with my Suwon friends and it was awesome to get to hang out with them for a little while. But then I had to go meet M and the Bundang crew. That was an eventful/hilarious time. Well, it was funny in the beginning while I was still sufficiently intoxicated..but when the buz started to wear off, I got a smidge annoyed. You see..what had happened was...! I went to this club with Clancy and Alyssa (Suwon people, Alyssa's one of my new favorites as well, she's great!), to meet M. From there we tried to head back (apparently there was some kind of drama or something that happened) so we tried to go back to meet up with the Suwon people again...Alyssa and Clancy went ahead of me because I was with M and trying to wait for the Bundang people. We then tried to go to this park party. There were both Bundang and Suwon people there, so it was the perfect meeting point for all of us. The problem was that some of the Bundang boys were hammered and kept following little Korean women down dark alleyways (that's an exaggeration! They just followed them down the street). So we kept losing track of people. We would walk about 10 feet, then have to turn around and coral everyone. This went on for about 2 hours. Eventually we gave up and ate some TACO BELL!!!! Best decision of the evening...until I laid down to go to bed and my stomach wanted to release the alcohol/taco bell combo through the entrance. Luckily I kept it down and was able to somewhat fall asleep.
Bedtime was hilarious fun. M, Aaron and I ended up all at M's house. Aaron was planning on sleeping on the floor, so I tried to offer him the bed, thinking I could take the couch, since I'm considerably short. Then the man on man action put me in the middle of the bed (although, I think that both M and Aaron would be cool enough to share a bed without a girl in between them...not gay, just relaxed). It felt like a middle school slumber party (except that in middle school I never slumbered with boys!) I kid you not, however, at one point the three of us were spooning. It was really funny. And I couldn't decide if I had dreamed it or not. Then in the morning we discussed the spooning and decided that there are a variety of spooning options...probably the most interesting/fun morning after conversation I've ever had.
I then spent Sunday with M being lazy, watching a movie..well..kind of. He was in the midst of domestic chores and I was attempting to watch a movie but ended up sleeping through most of it. Then we went to dinner with some of his friends, to TakGalbi...or chicken Korean BBQ (?). It was DELICIOUS. <3 it.
Today was kind of difficult. I have the next month off work, and just knowing that I don't have to work tomorrow, I was essentially checked out. Some of my students annoyed me beyond all reason. Especially the middle school/high school class. I walked in, being happy having prepared some fun Halloween activities..but intended to first go over their quizzes (which they all failed miserably!..hence the going over). And they were all super moody. Didn't talk, just all stared at the table quietly. I had the sincerest desire to tell them to either shape up or ship out....Cheer up, or get the F out of my classroom...freakn Debbie Downers!!! But of course, I'm not "allowed" to do that. They then told me that on the last day of the month, the school provides some money to get some food, so I asked my cousin about it...and the answer was no... Sorry Kiddos. We played some games, ate some candy and then called it a night. Then the next class...I was annoyed...for 50 whole minutes, just wanted to scream and yell at this guy. He has no idea what being rude means...and he's kind of a know-it-all.
Finally, my favorite last class took me out to Samgyupsal (BBQ pork) and Soju. That honestly made my day. They are most definitely my favorites and the coolest students I had the pleasure of working with (in my very brief time here!). I <3 hanging out with them. It's not work, it's fun. And it always ends up being more of a language exchange, they teach me Korean, but we speak in English. :) They make me heppy...and I'll miss them a lot.
That's my story and I'm stickn to it!
Where to begin??
Halloweeeeeen!!!!
By the way...
HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEN!!!!!
It's been a fun one, for sure. On friday night, my friend, Veanessa came to Suwon and we rocked it out. I <3 that girl. She's awesome and I always have fun with her. And I feel like she's one of those people that just gets me. She's half black/half Korean as well...so we share a background and personality wise she's just wonderful. We went to the BC bar, which is the "foreigner" bar here in Suwon, not knowing it was Halloween/costume party! It was awesome, but I wish I had dressed up! However, we only stayed for like an hour or so...and after we left, I would have been super embarrassed if I were in costume.
Korean's don't really celebrate Halloween. It's a tradition brought over from the western foreigners.
Saturday, I taught then went to Hongdae, which is in Seoul. I went with my Suwon friends and it was awesome to get to hang out with them for a little while. But then I had to go meet M and the Bundang crew. That was an eventful/hilarious time. Well, it was funny in the beginning while I was still sufficiently intoxicated..but when the buz started to wear off, I got a smidge annoyed. You see..what had happened was...! I went to this club with Clancy and Alyssa (Suwon people, Alyssa's one of my new favorites as well, she's great!), to meet M. From there we tried to head back (apparently there was some kind of drama or something that happened) so we tried to go back to meet up with the Suwon people again...Alyssa and Clancy went ahead of me because I was with M and trying to wait for the Bundang people. We then tried to go to this park party. There were both Bundang and Suwon people there, so it was the perfect meeting point for all of us. The problem was that some of the Bundang boys were hammered and kept following little Korean women down dark alleyways (that's an exaggeration! They just followed them down the street). So we kept losing track of people. We would walk about 10 feet, then have to turn around and coral everyone. This went on for about 2 hours. Eventually we gave up and ate some TACO BELL!!!! Best decision of the evening...until I laid down to go to bed and my stomach wanted to release the alcohol/taco bell combo through the entrance. Luckily I kept it down and was able to somewhat fall asleep.
Bedtime was hilarious fun. M, Aaron and I ended up all at M's house. Aaron was planning on sleeping on the floor, so I tried to offer him the bed, thinking I could take the couch, since I'm considerably short. Then the man on man action put me in the middle of the bed (although, I think that both M and Aaron would be cool enough to share a bed without a girl in between them...not gay, just relaxed). It felt like a middle school slumber party (except that in middle school I never slumbered with boys!) I kid you not, however, at one point the three of us were spooning. It was really funny. And I couldn't decide if I had dreamed it or not. Then in the morning we discussed the spooning and decided that there are a variety of spooning options...probably the most interesting/fun morning after conversation I've ever had.
I then spent Sunday with M being lazy, watching a movie..well..kind of. He was in the midst of domestic chores and I was attempting to watch a movie but ended up sleeping through most of it. Then we went to dinner with some of his friends, to TakGalbi...or chicken Korean BBQ (?). It was DELICIOUS. <3 it.
Today was kind of difficult. I have the next month off work, and just knowing that I don't have to work tomorrow, I was essentially checked out. Some of my students annoyed me beyond all reason. Especially the middle school/high school class. I walked in, being happy having prepared some fun Halloween activities..but intended to first go over their quizzes (which they all failed miserably!..hence the going over). And they were all super moody. Didn't talk, just all stared at the table quietly. I had the sincerest desire to tell them to either shape up or ship out....Cheer up, or get the F out of my classroom...freakn Debbie Downers!!! But of course, I'm not "allowed" to do that. They then told me that on the last day of the month, the school provides some money to get some food, so I asked my cousin about it...and the answer was no... Sorry Kiddos. We played some games, ate some candy and then called it a night. Then the next class...I was annoyed...for 50 whole minutes, just wanted to scream and yell at this guy. He has no idea what being rude means...and he's kind of a know-it-all.
Finally, my favorite last class took me out to Samgyupsal (BBQ pork) and Soju. That honestly made my day. They are most definitely my favorites and the coolest students I had the pleasure of working with (in my very brief time here!). I <3 hanging out with them. It's not work, it's fun. And it always ends up being more of a language exchange, they teach me Korean, but we speak in English. :) They make me heppy...and I'll miss them a lot.
That's my story and I'm stickn to it!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Halloween Shenanigans
Halloween stupidity has already begun. I was putting together my costume...and put it together while wearing it, so now I'm stuck in my costume and unless I want to repeat the entire process, I have to just wear the thing for the rest of the night. It's almost 3pm. Which means more than 24 hours in this getup...without wrecking it!
But I have a new dream for you to analyze!!
There were four of us in this weird limbo space...everything was white and there were white pillars in the empty space around us. My "boyfriend" broke up with me and my friend broke up with his girlfriend at the same time. I don't remember the reaction from the other couple because I was distraught beyond all reason. I was sobbing and screaming after him, begging him to stay. My friend and I then looked at each other and kind of shrugged, saying "what do we do now?" So we walked together out of limbo and into the real world. But the minute we made plans to do something, I slipped away at the first chance that I got to sit on the other side of my bed and cry.
I awoke from this dream in tears.
Any ideas? This one legit perplexes me. What is happening in my brain right now?
But I have a new dream for you to analyze!!
There were four of us in this weird limbo space...everything was white and there were white pillars in the empty space around us. My "boyfriend" broke up with me and my friend broke up with his girlfriend at the same time. I don't remember the reaction from the other couple because I was distraught beyond all reason. I was sobbing and screaming after him, begging him to stay. My friend and I then looked at each other and kind of shrugged, saying "what do we do now?" So we walked together out of limbo and into the real world. But the minute we made plans to do something, I slipped away at the first chance that I got to sit on the other side of my bed and cry.
I awoke from this dream in tears.
Any ideas? This one legit perplexes me. What is happening in my brain right now?
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Dead as a Doornail
What is a doornail? Did I totally screw up that idiom?! Doorknob?? Either way, how is a doornail/knob/other dead?
Anyway.
I think I finally killed the last mosquito that's been suckin' up all my juices. I killed him with great happiness too. I'm so itchy because of him and his little brother/sister/cousin/frand. There are two bites on my right pointer finger knuckle alone..totaling 15 mosquito bites between what I assume to be 2 mosquitoes. Serious dislike.
And because I scratch at them my skin, especially my legs, are pockmarked. No bueno, mosquito, no bueno.
Anyway.
I think I finally killed the last mosquito that's been suckin' up all my juices. I killed him with great happiness too. I'm so itchy because of him and his little brother/sister/cousin/frand. There are two bites on my right pointer finger knuckle alone..totaling 15 mosquito bites between what I assume to be 2 mosquitoes. Serious dislike.
And because I scratch at them my skin, especially my legs, are pockmarked. No bueno, mosquito, no bueno.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Oh the Memories I'm Making
This weekend was probably the first weekend I didn't go to Seoul since I've been here! It was actually kind of nice.
I went out on Friday night (first with my class then with my friends). And had a lot of fun. Got to know some new people. There are actually some pretty cool people here in Suwon.
Then Saturday, my friend Matt came up to Suwon and we had a lazy weekend. We laid around watching movies/sleeping/eating for two days straight. It was pretty wonderful. And a nice break from drinking! (He can't drink at the moment..antibiotics). Not that I dislike drinking, but the drinking culture here is a little rough on my digestive system, blood stream and liver (which I suppose is a part of my digestive system!) I felt bad though because he stayed longer than he should have and didn't get any of his work done this weekend :/
But now on to my big story of the day!! (or weekend)...
My washing machine broke!!!!
I have no idea what happened, I was just washing some towels, just like 3 so the machine wasn't full at all, not even close. I turned it on, and sometimes it overheats and turns off. But this time, when I tried to restart it, it stopped, made a continuous humming sound and flashed EF. I tried to turn it completely off, but none of the buttons worked! So Matt and I went down to try to find the maintenance man..but it was after hours so he wasn't working. We tried to ask the convenience store man..but he had no idea and told us to ask the guard. We tried to ask the guard, but the guard (being the grumpy old...I mean OOOLLLDDDD man that he is) just kind of brushed us aside. Even my neighbor, who's so nice got in on the action. She spoke a little English so she tried to help us. But to no avail.
The result: Saturday-Monday morning I had to listen to the weird humming of the machine and be constantly distracted by the blinking lights. I was also enveloped in a constant fear that the machine would just go up in flames or explode. I have such irrational fears.
Finally, today I went down to the maintenance office and found the man working. I tried to ask him in my very limited Korean to come look at my washing machine...he didn't know what I was saying, go figure. At first he thought I wanted to rent an apartment so he walked me to the leasing office. Then he started pulling out paperwork and everything concerning my apartment. And I tried making hand motions and sounds...just looking crazy! Eventually he understood "AH! Washing Machine trouble?!?" "YESSSS!!!!!!"
He then came up to my apartment, took a look, played with the buttons (yes the ones that don't work). Opened one of my closet doors, flipped the electrical circuit breaker, turned it off, turned it on and it was done. Two seconds to fix what consumed my entire weekend with annoyance.
Communication is essential to life.
*EDIT*
ANNNDDD more to add.
I didn't know mosquitos could survive in such cold conditions. But I slept with my window open the last two nights and I'm covered in mosquito bites!! AGAIN! And I see them flying around..I've already killed 2...who knows how many are currently in my apartment, breeding.
I went out on Friday night (first with my class then with my friends). And had a lot of fun. Got to know some new people. There are actually some pretty cool people here in Suwon.
Then Saturday, my friend Matt came up to Suwon and we had a lazy weekend. We laid around watching movies/sleeping/eating for two days straight. It was pretty wonderful. And a nice break from drinking! (He can't drink at the moment..antibiotics). Not that I dislike drinking, but the drinking culture here is a little rough on my digestive system, blood stream and liver (which I suppose is a part of my digestive system!) I felt bad though because he stayed longer than he should have and didn't get any of his work done this weekend :/
But now on to my big story of the day!! (or weekend)...
My washing machine broke!!!!
I have no idea what happened, I was just washing some towels, just like 3 so the machine wasn't full at all, not even close. I turned it on, and sometimes it overheats and turns off. But this time, when I tried to restart it, it stopped, made a continuous humming sound and flashed EF. I tried to turn it completely off, but none of the buttons worked! So Matt and I went down to try to find the maintenance man..but it was after hours so he wasn't working. We tried to ask the convenience store man..but he had no idea and told us to ask the guard. We tried to ask the guard, but the guard (being the grumpy old...I mean OOOLLLDDDD man that he is) just kind of brushed us aside. Even my neighbor, who's so nice got in on the action. She spoke a little English so she tried to help us. But to no avail.
The result: Saturday-Monday morning I had to listen to the weird humming of the machine and be constantly distracted by the blinking lights. I was also enveloped in a constant fear that the machine would just go up in flames or explode. I have such irrational fears.
Finally, today I went down to the maintenance office and found the man working. I tried to ask him in my very limited Korean to come look at my washing machine...he didn't know what I was saying, go figure. At first he thought I wanted to rent an apartment so he walked me to the leasing office. Then he started pulling out paperwork and everything concerning my apartment. And I tried making hand motions and sounds...just looking crazy! Eventually he understood "AH! Washing Machine trouble?!?" "YESSSS!!!!!!"
He then came up to my apartment, took a look, played with the buttons (yes the ones that don't work). Opened one of my closet doors, flipped the electrical circuit breaker, turned it off, turned it on and it was done. Two seconds to fix what consumed my entire weekend with annoyance.
Communication is essential to life.
*EDIT*
ANNNDDD more to add.
I didn't know mosquitos could survive in such cold conditions. But I slept with my window open the last two nights and I'm covered in mosquito bites!! AGAIN! And I see them flying around..I've already killed 2...who knows how many are currently in my apartment, breeding.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Now that That's Done
Now the allotted time for venting my anger through any and all necessary channels is up, time to resume life as normal. Looking forward to the weekend. And next weekend is Halloween!! Still debating on my costume..it might be a little controversial and I may overhear a lot of gossip about it. But they gossip regardless!
Most days I'm ok..but I have these days where I miss you beyond all reason, beyond all words. I wish you were here, and I'm terrified I may lose you forever.
Most days I'm ok..but I have these days where I miss you beyond all reason, beyond all words. I wish you were here, and I'm terrified I may lose you forever.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
To Lighten the Mood
Sooo to lighten up the mood from my last post...I have a new funny story.
I went to the bar and this girl comes up to me and says "HI!!!!!! Do you remember me?!?" And she looks familiar (she's Korean) so I say, "yes, of course..." And then she reaches in to hug me..and it suddenly dawns on me as to who she is. She is the cult member that STALKED me into my apartment building and tried to follow me onto the elevator crying about how much she wanted to save me...yep..in my bar.
and now to dampen the mood again!
I confronted the cuzzo about what happened..and she denied it. 100% denied it..even though my mom specifically said that the cuzzo called her and told her exactly what happened. WTF. But I called her out and told her my mom has health issues and that she just made my mom's health issues worse by stressing her out (which is true). But..someone in this situation is lying...and it ain't me!
I went to the bar and this girl comes up to me and says "HI!!!!!! Do you remember me?!?" And she looks familiar (she's Korean) so I say, "yes, of course..." And then she reaches in to hug me..and it suddenly dawns on me as to who she is. She is the cult member that STALKED me into my apartment building and tried to follow me onto the elevator crying about how much she wanted to save me...yep..in my bar.
and now to dampen the mood again!
I confronted the cuzzo about what happened..and she denied it. 100% denied it..even though my mom specifically said that the cuzzo called her and told her exactly what happened. WTF. But I called her out and told her my mom has health issues and that she just made my mom's health issues worse by stressing her out (which is true). But..someone in this situation is lying...and it ain't me!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Venting Time
I'm so ridiculously angry and will honestly probably have a screaming fit with my cousin later. I'm so angry I'm crying because I'm a stupid girl and I cry when I'm mad.
Sooo..I've been late to work right? I know this..they know this..we've all had happy wonderful discussions about it filled with rainbows and butterflies. They even bought me a shnazzy new alarm clock that is ridiculously cute and matches my apartments decor perfectly. And having tested it's usefulness this morning, I can attest to the fact that it is quite effective at making me jump out of bed and run across the room to silence it before the entire building wakes up and runs outside for the fire alarm that is my clock. So, as long as it's trustworthy and doesn't fail, I don't think I will have trouble waking up any more.
But back to me being angry. My cousin, who I work with, yesterday called my mom to tell her about my tardiness (by the way, people who know me...including my parents know that this is a recurring theme in my life. I'm just not a morning person..never have been, probably never will be). My mom kind of dismissed her because she was busy. The my cousin comes to tell me that my mom called her...a bold faced lie. So then, she calls my mom again today. We weren't sure if she was calling because she needed some other information from my mom or something..but no..she was simply calling to tattle tell. Yes. Tattle tell. Just to reiterate, she called my mom JUST to tell her I was late to work.
WHAT THE F. DOES MY MOM HAVE TO DO WITH MY WORK LIFE?! It's not like my mom is here and can wake me up in the morning. My mom can't even call me to wake me up in the morning because my phone isn't capable of sending or receiving out of country calls. So my little spiteful tattle tell cousin just essentially sent my mom into a spiral for no reason whatsoever.
And just to make matters even more fun. My relationship with my mom has been a little strained since I got here. I'm not sure why really. Perhaps she's just worried..but we went from being bff's to barely being able to talk to each other. Soooo...now I can't talk to my mom for a while...it'll probably be a good two weeks before I can even attempt to talk to her.
Way to go, tattle tell cousin, bravo.
Sooo..I've been late to work right? I know this..they know this..we've all had happy wonderful discussions about it filled with rainbows and butterflies. They even bought me a shnazzy new alarm clock that is ridiculously cute and matches my apartments decor perfectly. And having tested it's usefulness this morning, I can attest to the fact that it is quite effective at making me jump out of bed and run across the room to silence it before the entire building wakes up and runs outside for the fire alarm that is my clock. So, as long as it's trustworthy and doesn't fail, I don't think I will have trouble waking up any more.
But back to me being angry. My cousin, who I work with, yesterday called my mom to tell her about my tardiness (by the way, people who know me...including my parents know that this is a recurring theme in my life. I'm just not a morning person..never have been, probably never will be). My mom kind of dismissed her because she was busy. The my cousin comes to tell me that my mom called her...a bold faced lie. So then, she calls my mom again today. We weren't sure if she was calling because she needed some other information from my mom or something..but no..she was simply calling to tattle tell. Yes. Tattle tell. Just to reiterate, she called my mom JUST to tell her I was late to work.
WHAT THE F. DOES MY MOM HAVE TO DO WITH MY WORK LIFE?! It's not like my mom is here and can wake me up in the morning. My mom can't even call me to wake me up in the morning because my phone isn't capable of sending or receiving out of country calls. So my little spiteful tattle tell cousin just essentially sent my mom into a spiral for no reason whatsoever.
And just to make matters even more fun. My relationship with my mom has been a little strained since I got here. I'm not sure why really. Perhaps she's just worried..but we went from being bff's to barely being able to talk to each other. Soooo...now I can't talk to my mom for a while...it'll probably be a good two weeks before I can even attempt to talk to her.
Way to go, tattle tell cousin, bravo.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Oh the Adventures We'll Have
Ok so it's more like, "Oh the adventures I did have...TODAY."
To start..I was late for class, AGAIN. (To which I was told if I'm late again in October I won't get to work in November..so not fired, just suspended??) No buenooooo. I woke up at 6:32am, class is at 6:30. I grabbed the first shirt I could find and RAN out the door...looking like a crazy person. Got to class at about 6:43. And taught as normal. I was able to sneak by the front desk girls so when the girl brought my class complimentary coffee, she saw me teaching as if I had been there the whole time.
After class, I left quickly...trying not to be seen since I looked like a disaster. Ran all the way home only to realize once entering my apartment and looking in the mirror that my sweater was COMPLETELY 100% see through. My flowery cream colored bra and my extra large cleavage all blatantly out in the open for the world to see...in front of my business men students. Could I be any more disrespectful? First I'm late, then I show off the girls. BAHH not ok, friends, not ok at all!
Then I went to the bank to try and transfer money home...only to be disappointed by the exchange rate. I thought it would be about the same, but it's a lot less. Makes my life a little more difficult, but manageable I think. At least I don't have to pay rent! (unless I'm late again!). The guy was very nice and spoke English well, and helped me get the best rate possible so I opened a savings account as well!
THEN the fun really began. I went to the market because I wanted to make some soup. It's cheap and easy and since it's cold out it will go well, and a pot of soup is a great lunch that can easily last a few weeks! Sooo, I found all the ingredients I needed except for green onions...then I realized I have no idea how to say green onion in Korean. I whip out my handy dandy "hand phone" and look up the word..usually it gives a definition in Korean, but this time it literally said "Green onion: Spring Onion" all in English. So I tried to show it to a lady who was working in produce and she had no idea what it said. She then takes my phone and hands it to everyone in the store and the next thing I know...EVERYONE in the store (employees AND other customers) were gathered around my phone trying to figure it out until one young guy finally realizes what I mean...except they think I just want plain onions. So the original produce lady walks me over the onions..and I have to explain using hand motions not "circle" (in hand motions) but long (in hand motions) theeeen "ooooooooh!!!" And walks over and grabs a stalk of green onion.
Hilarious business the things I get myself into.
The soup it pretty ok though. It's not as flavorful as it could be...maybe it just needs more base. But it's filling, with it's potatoes, tofu, green peppers, and onions! Perfect lunch on a cold afternoon.
To start..I was late for class, AGAIN. (To which I was told if I'm late again in October I won't get to work in November..so not fired, just suspended??) No buenooooo. I woke up at 6:32am, class is at 6:30. I grabbed the first shirt I could find and RAN out the door...looking like a crazy person. Got to class at about 6:43. And taught as normal. I was able to sneak by the front desk girls so when the girl brought my class complimentary coffee, she saw me teaching as if I had been there the whole time.
After class, I left quickly...trying not to be seen since I looked like a disaster. Ran all the way home only to realize once entering my apartment and looking in the mirror that my sweater was COMPLETELY 100% see through. My flowery cream colored bra and my extra large cleavage all blatantly out in the open for the world to see...in front of my business men students. Could I be any more disrespectful? First I'm late, then I show off the girls. BAHH not ok, friends, not ok at all!
Then I went to the bank to try and transfer money home...only to be disappointed by the exchange rate. I thought it would be about the same, but it's a lot less. Makes my life a little more difficult, but manageable I think. At least I don't have to pay rent! (unless I'm late again!). The guy was very nice and spoke English well, and helped me get the best rate possible so I opened a savings account as well!
THEN the fun really began. I went to the market because I wanted to make some soup. It's cheap and easy and since it's cold out it will go well, and a pot of soup is a great lunch that can easily last a few weeks! Sooo, I found all the ingredients I needed except for green onions...then I realized I have no idea how to say green onion in Korean. I whip out my handy dandy "hand phone" and look up the word..usually it gives a definition in Korean, but this time it literally said "Green onion: Spring Onion" all in English. So I tried to show it to a lady who was working in produce and she had no idea what it said. She then takes my phone and hands it to everyone in the store and the next thing I know...EVERYONE in the store (employees AND other customers) were gathered around my phone trying to figure it out until one young guy finally realizes what I mean...except they think I just want plain onions. So the original produce lady walks me over the onions..and I have to explain using hand motions not "circle" (in hand motions) but long (in hand motions) theeeen "ooooooooh!!!" And walks over and grabs a stalk of green onion.
Hilarious business the things I get myself into.
The soup it pretty ok though. It's not as flavorful as it could be...maybe it just needs more base. But it's filling, with it's potatoes, tofu, green peppers, and onions! Perfect lunch on a cold afternoon.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
:)
Soooo Friday was a randomly emotional day for me (it happens sometimes..don't deny it, we all do it)..and you could probably tell that by my previous I-Hate-Men post. But on Friday night, I went to the BC, a popular western bar here (one I don't particularly enjoy, but a lot of my friends hang out there and drinks are free for ladies on Fridays..so I'm drawn to it since I'm poor!) and I enjoyed a few drinks with Josh and Paul. Then Veanessa shows up in Suwon, so we go out (first for food then for drank...THEN for dancing!) She honestly makes Suwon fun for me and I <3 it and am thankful for her!
We got hit on by this weird kind of cute Korean guy. I gave him my number and then he texted me the rest of the night..half of which was in Korean and I couldn't understand it! But it made me feel good that I got hit on my a Korean man...although he may have been one of those weird Korean man thieving prostitutes my mom was warning me about ;)
On Saturday I ended up going to see my friend. I was a little...hesitant about it because it felt like it could be just a "booty call" kind of hang out and I'm honestly not really down with that. If you want to hang out, we can hang out..if you just want to have sex...go to the red light district, there's one in every city. ..it's what they get paid for anyway. But it ended up being a lot of fun. We went to play some pool then got tacos (which I feel like is a huge feat here in Korea and was really excited for them!) then because it was like storming out we decided to just go hang out and watch a movie in the apartment (which then kind of adds to my suspicions...). But as it turns out, he's a pretty decent, very sweet guy. And we snuggled...which I thoroughly enjoy.
THEN on Sunday, we went into Seoul for a hotdog eating contest! It was a lot of fun! The host was a "famous" comedian, even though no one knew who he was. I've never seen this kind of thing before and it seems really easy, but they move so slow and the most eaten (in 10 minutes) was 20. But most people ate less then 10. Then there was a random free concert with rappers, who only sang about hot dogs...even though they were really thugged out. Then we just kind of hung out in Seoul. People watched, wandered around. Ended up in a chimek (chicken & beer...beer in Korean is Mekju...hence the Chi [chicken] Mek [mekju]) place. We were the only ones in there and right after we ordered, a group of Koreans who had just come back from hiking came in. And they were loud and roudy but they kept apologizing to us and trying to talk to us...even though we didn't understand what they were saying at all. It was really funny! There were about 10 of them and I'm pretty sure they were already drunk when they got there. But not speaking English all they kept saying over and over was "Thank you! Sorry! Thank you!!" We weren't quite sure what they were thanking us for...since it wasn't our bar...but it was entertaining!
So all around..I feel better, though I don't want to teach in the A.M.! I want to sleep. And I'm really excited to sleep in my own bed...this will be the first time since Thursday night. :/
We got hit on by this weird kind of cute Korean guy. I gave him my number and then he texted me the rest of the night..half of which was in Korean and I couldn't understand it! But it made me feel good that I got hit on my a Korean man...although he may have been one of those weird Korean man thieving prostitutes my mom was warning me about ;)
On Saturday I ended up going to see my friend. I was a little...hesitant about it because it felt like it could be just a "booty call" kind of hang out and I'm honestly not really down with that. If you want to hang out, we can hang out..if you just want to have sex...go to the red light district, there's one in every city. ..it's what they get paid for anyway. But it ended up being a lot of fun. We went to play some pool then got tacos (which I feel like is a huge feat here in Korea and was really excited for them!) then because it was like storming out we decided to just go hang out and watch a movie in the apartment (which then kind of adds to my suspicions...). But as it turns out, he's a pretty decent, very sweet guy. And we snuggled...which I thoroughly enjoy.
THEN on Sunday, we went into Seoul for a hotdog eating contest! It was a lot of fun! The host was a "famous" comedian, even though no one knew who he was. I've never seen this kind of thing before and it seems really easy, but they move so slow and the most eaten (in 10 minutes) was 20. But most people ate less then 10. Then there was a random free concert with rappers, who only sang about hot dogs...even though they were really thugged out. Then we just kind of hung out in Seoul. People watched, wandered around. Ended up in a chimek (chicken & beer...beer in Korean is Mekju...hence the Chi [chicken] Mek [mekju]) place. We were the only ones in there and right after we ordered, a group of Koreans who had just come back from hiking came in. And they were loud and roudy but they kept apologizing to us and trying to talk to us...even though we didn't understand what they were saying at all. It was really funny! There were about 10 of them and I'm pretty sure they were already drunk when they got there. But not speaking English all they kept saying over and over was "Thank you! Sorry! Thank you!!" We weren't quite sure what they were thanking us for...since it wasn't our bar...but it was entertaining!
So all around..I feel better, though I don't want to teach in the A.M.! I want to sleep. And I'm really excited to sleep in my own bed...this will be the first time since Thursday night. :/
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Oopsies
Accidentally slept in...(alarm clock fail)...for the 2nd time since I've been here (keeping in mind that I've really only been here a month...yep, calculate that). The first time, I slept until 6:32am, when I have a 6:30 class and managed to make it there by 6:40. All was fine (except that I didn't get paid for the next hour that I actually did work). This time...I awoke from a blissful slumber at 6:45am. Figuring there's no way I'd make it to class in time (clearly...as I've already missed 15 minutes!) annnnd factoring in that I won't be getting paid for this hour...when they called they told me my class could go to Todd's class (which they called at about 6:50am..and you would think that my class would have complained earlier so that they didn't miss half of their class. I can only hope they were speaking in English!) And now I have to figure out some way to make it up to my students...I feel bad about missing work (company wise) but my students are the ones that I care about. And await the reaming I'm going to get from the cuzzo.
So now I'm debating...should I go back to bed? I don't have to go to class...and my next class isn't until 9am. Dilemma. I'd like to go back to sleep (even though I went to bed at 1030pm like a grandma last night and have gotten my full 8 hours worth), but I'm also a little on edge having missed work.
Bahh! Hate morning classes.
*EDIT*
Today, I'm irrationally angry. Yes..this does happen once a month every month..but even still. I'd like a moment to wallow in my anger before other emotions start to surface. I hate men...I hate that they seem to be completely incapable of simply loving me...not my boobs..just me. I hate that weird old Korean men stare at me as I do ANYTHING no matter what I'm wearing/look like. I hate the predicament I have put myself into..which is completely my own fault for being so silly...a predicament that I will not voice here in this public space. I hate the fact that my family is linked to everything I do here...nothing is private. And I hate the not knowing, the being completely and utterly confused about all that's said and done on a constant basis. And I hate that my buddy isn't here. And when I talk to my mom all she talks about is God or money. Where did our actual relationship go?
And today, on a funnier note, I reburnt my tongue. Last week, I ate thuck mandu guk (kind of a ricecake/potsticker soup), and I burnt my tongue on the first bite. It's been very slowly healing ever since then. So today...being the stupid girl that I am, go back to the scene of the crime, order the same thing and then reburn my poor mistreated tongue.
So now I'm debating...should I go back to bed? I don't have to go to class...and my next class isn't until 9am. Dilemma. I'd like to go back to sleep (even though I went to bed at 1030pm like a grandma last night and have gotten my full 8 hours worth), but I'm also a little on edge having missed work.
Bahh! Hate morning classes.
*EDIT*
Today, I'm irrationally angry. Yes..this does happen once a month every month..but even still. I'd like a moment to wallow in my anger before other emotions start to surface. I hate men...I hate that they seem to be completely incapable of simply loving me...not my boobs..just me. I hate that weird old Korean men stare at me as I do ANYTHING no matter what I'm wearing/look like. I hate the predicament I have put myself into..which is completely my own fault for being so silly...a predicament that I will not voice here in this public space. I hate the fact that my family is linked to everything I do here...nothing is private. And I hate the not knowing, the being completely and utterly confused about all that's said and done on a constant basis. And I hate that my buddy isn't here. And when I talk to my mom all she talks about is God or money. Where did our actual relationship go?
And today, on a funnier note, I reburnt my tongue. Last week, I ate thuck mandu guk (kind of a ricecake/potsticker soup), and I burnt my tongue on the first bite. It's been very slowly healing ever since then. So today...being the stupid girl that I am, go back to the scene of the crime, order the same thing and then reburn my poor mistreated tongue.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Skinny Koreans
Reasons why Koreans are skinny:
Chopsticks. It's impossible to shovel food down the ol' hatchet when you have to work with chopsticks. And the spoon/chopstick combo makes it worse. You have to switch from chopsticks to spoon depending on what you're eating. So if I'm eating rice with meat or something, I have to scoop the rice with my spoon and then switch to chopsticks to grab some meat (or vice versa).
They eat everything RIDICULOUSLY hot. It's not only spicy but it's temperature hot to the point where you can't eat it! I've burnt my tongue at least once a week since arriving in this country.
All the shoving and Ajumah Elbowing gives them a strong upper body.
Hiking...in their super unnecessary hiking gear/outfits.
Being too concerned about what people around them are thinking to eat.
Legit.
Chopsticks. It's impossible to shovel food down the ol' hatchet when you have to work with chopsticks. And the spoon/chopstick combo makes it worse. You have to switch from chopsticks to spoon depending on what you're eating. So if I'm eating rice with meat or something, I have to scoop the rice with my spoon and then switch to chopsticks to grab some meat (or vice versa).
They eat everything RIDICULOUSLY hot. It's not only spicy but it's temperature hot to the point where you can't eat it! I've burnt my tongue at least once a week since arriving in this country.
All the shoving and Ajumah Elbowing gives them a strong upper body.
Hiking...in their super unnecessary hiking gear/outfits.
Being too concerned about what people around them are thinking to eat.
Legit.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
ReCap
Soooo...I'm a little disappointed with the events that transpired on my birthday. It was quite anticlimactic. I had to teach in the morning, then treated myself to a mani/pedi. Then I went (quite randomly) to my friend Jeanie's babies first birthday party. It was CRAZY...straight up looked like a wedding reception...and a NICE wedding reception..the kind only rich people can afford! So that was fun to see.
Next I went to Seoul with my cousins, Amy, Myungun, and Hayon. We had dinner. Then we wandered around looking for somewhere to drink finally settling on a chicken and beer place (please keep in mind that I had eaten buffet at the baby party then dinner..THEN chicken, and beer to boot...). We got a giant pitcher that got me nice and toasty. Then Amy and Myungun headed home and Hayon and I went looking for this random party. We wandered and wandered and finally I got a hold of Dan who told us where to go.
The party was ok. It was in a basement bar but it had a very house party feel to it. We didn't know anyone so it was a little awkward...and we kind of ended up being wall flowers. Met a few people, but nothing extravagant.
THEN Dan calls (because I was supposed to meet up with him and Matt at the party) and says they're not going to go..they're going to Hongdae, which is like on the far other side of Seoul. So I talked to the cousin and she kind of wanted to go home. I didn't trust myself (or the boys) enough to actually go to Hongdae by myself at night to try to find them, while I'm drunk and there's no transportation (other than taxi) to get back to Suwon. So we ended up just going home.
I was a little sad about it. None of my friends came to see me...though a lot of people called to wish me a happy birthday, which was nice. And apparently there was a parade in Suwon that I somehow missed. And a huge fireworks show on the Han river in Seoul that I had no idea about! I wish I had known about those things! They would have made for great birthday fun!
And so today, my friend Veanessa is taking me out to dinner (hopefully) to make up for missing last night. It'll be good to see her, so that should be fun! And Dan/possibly Matt said they were coming to Suwon Si for the day, but I haven't heard from them, so who knows!
This morning at about 8am, E called...annnnd I had no idea who he was. The number (thanks to Skype) was blocked or absent or whatever, so I answered. (And, just to make this make sense, I get these random phone calls sometimes where this Korean person will be on the other line and the call goes something like this: Me: "Hello?" "Hellloooo." "Hello?" "Helllllooooooo." "Nuguayo? (Who is this?)" "Hellllloooooooo." Me:click.) So I answered with the obviously just woken up "hella?" "Hello!" ...awkward silence (because I thought it might be that weird person...) "JENNI?!?" "Yeh (korean for yes)." "Hey!!" "Who is this?" ...awkward pause... "How was your birthday?? Did I wake you??" Please note how he didn't answer the question. And it took me a few seconds of talking to him to realize who was on the other line.
Next I went to Seoul with my cousins, Amy, Myungun, and Hayon. We had dinner. Then we wandered around looking for somewhere to drink finally settling on a chicken and beer place (please keep in mind that I had eaten buffet at the baby party then dinner..THEN chicken, and beer to boot...). We got a giant pitcher that got me nice and toasty. Then Amy and Myungun headed home and Hayon and I went looking for this random party. We wandered and wandered and finally I got a hold of Dan who told us where to go.
The party was ok. It was in a basement bar but it had a very house party feel to it. We didn't know anyone so it was a little awkward...and we kind of ended up being wall flowers. Met a few people, but nothing extravagant.
THEN Dan calls (because I was supposed to meet up with him and Matt at the party) and says they're not going to go..they're going to Hongdae, which is like on the far other side of Seoul. So I talked to the cousin and she kind of wanted to go home. I didn't trust myself (or the boys) enough to actually go to Hongdae by myself at night to try to find them, while I'm drunk and there's no transportation (other than taxi) to get back to Suwon. So we ended up just going home.
I was a little sad about it. None of my friends came to see me...though a lot of people called to wish me a happy birthday, which was nice. And apparently there was a parade in Suwon that I somehow missed. And a huge fireworks show on the Han river in Seoul that I had no idea about! I wish I had known about those things! They would have made for great birthday fun!
And so today, my friend Veanessa is taking me out to dinner (hopefully) to make up for missing last night. It'll be good to see her, so that should be fun! And Dan/possibly Matt said they were coming to Suwon Si for the day, but I haven't heard from them, so who knows!
This morning at about 8am, E called...annnnd I had no idea who he was. The number (thanks to Skype) was blocked or absent or whatever, so I answered. (And, just to make this make sense, I get these random phone calls sometimes where this Korean person will be on the other line and the call goes something like this: Me: "Hello?" "Hellloooo." "Hello?" "Helllllooooooo." "Nuguayo? (Who is this?)" "Hellllloooooooo." Me:click.) So I answered with the obviously just woken up "hella?" "Hello!" ...awkward silence (because I thought it might be that weird person...) "JENNI?!?" "Yeh (korean for yes)." "Hey!!" "Who is this?" ...awkward pause... "How was your birthday?? Did I wake you??" Please note how he didn't answer the question. And it took me a few seconds of talking to him to realize who was on the other line.
October 8, 2011
Oh hey, did you know?
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!
It's kind of weird being 25. I feel like I should be an adult...buut I'm not..like at all in any way shape or form. So my head is yelling at me, "YOU"RE SOOOOO OLD!!! And what do you have to show for it??" But my heart is saying, "You so young, woman. Party like it's 1999." So I've got some mixed feelings about life right now!
But it doesn't matter because, oh wait...
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!
And I'm about to go to some random Korean babies first birthday party. It's my friend Jeanie's niece, and she invited me since I'll have a bit of extra time so I can grab some food and see how Korean's babies party it up! :)
And how selfish am I. I ran into a girl a met a few weeks ago and invited her to the party tonight and then she told me it's her friend's birthday too, and so now I'm looking for a way for them not to go hahaha. How dare she try to steal my THUUUUNDER?? Me=Selfish. I'm the only one allowed to be born on this day...ever.
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!
It's kind of weird being 25. I feel like I should be an adult...buut I'm not..like at all in any way shape or form. So my head is yelling at me, "YOU"RE SOOOOO OLD!!! And what do you have to show for it??" But my heart is saying, "You so young, woman. Party like it's 1999." So I've got some mixed feelings about life right now!
But it doesn't matter because, oh wait...
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!
And I'm about to go to some random Korean babies first birthday party. It's my friend Jeanie's niece, and she invited me since I'll have a bit of extra time so I can grab some food and see how Korean's babies party it up! :)
And how selfish am I. I ran into a girl a met a few weeks ago and invited her to the party tonight and then she told me it's her friend's birthday too, and so now I'm looking for a way for them not to go hahaha. How dare she try to steal my THUUUUNDER?? Me=Selfish. I'm the only one allowed to be born on this day...ever.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Funny People these People
Observation #...Uh, what number am I on?
Anyway, Korean's love to spit. It's disgusting.
New favorite hobby: Staring at Korean's who are staring at me to see who will break first. I always win. I have eyes too, sucka <--I hang out with dudes too much.
In class today my students were talking about Steve Jobs, may he rest in peace, and how he lived a "short thick life" and that's what Korean's want...a "short thick life, not a long thin one." And the man who said this then points only to the men in the class and says "they understand." Uhh..are we still talking about lifespans???
And it's kind of pissing me off how people tell me how young I am...it's not exactly a compliment when they say it. But it especially makes me upset when girls that are in my age bracket say it and then become visibly upset because they "are not young"....You're 2 years older than me...if you're not young, then I'm not young! It's a smidge rude.
But hey guess what?
TOMORROW'S MY BIRSADAAAAY! :) (on this side of the world...on the other side I still have 2 days hahaha)
*EDIT*
and I may have found myself a Korean boyfriend! I walked into the convenient store behind my apartment (called Fine People...just in case you needed a laugh) and the guy asks me "Where's your boyfriend?" Talking about E, because the last time I went in there I went with E and he bought two boxes of the Korean love candy (for himself...). "Not boyfriend, just friends." "Oh, ok. Teacher teacher. Ok." Long pause while I decide what to buy. When I go up to the register "I'll be your boyfriend." "Ok! Tomorrow's my birthday!" (Yes I'm one of those people that tells EVERYONE I come in contact with that it's my birthday!) "Happy birthday! You eat cake?" "yes." "Tomorrow come see me!" "Ok!" Who knew it was that easy to get a boyfriend?? I've been way over complicating the process! Unfortunately, as flattered as I was (even though I was looking HOT! :D ) he's not that attractive...and would only want to practice his Engrish. Super nice guy though!
Anyway, Korean's love to spit. It's disgusting.
New favorite hobby: Staring at Korean's who are staring at me to see who will break first. I always win. I have eyes too, sucka <--I hang out with dudes too much.
In class today my students were talking about Steve Jobs, may he rest in peace, and how he lived a "short thick life" and that's what Korean's want...a "short thick life, not a long thin one." And the man who said this then points only to the men in the class and says "they understand." Uhh..are we still talking about lifespans???
And it's kind of pissing me off how people tell me how young I am...it's not exactly a compliment when they say it. But it especially makes me upset when girls that are in my age bracket say it and then become visibly upset because they "are not young"....You're 2 years older than me...if you're not young, then I'm not young! It's a smidge rude.
But hey guess what?
TOMORROW'S MY BIRSADAAAAY! :) (on this side of the world...on the other side I still have 2 days hahaha)
*EDIT*
and I may have found myself a Korean boyfriend! I walked into the convenient store behind my apartment (called Fine People...just in case you needed a laugh) and the guy asks me "Where's your boyfriend?" Talking about E, because the last time I went in there I went with E and he bought two boxes of the Korean love candy (for himself...). "Not boyfriend, just friends." "Oh, ok. Teacher teacher. Ok." Long pause while I decide what to buy. When I go up to the register "I'll be your boyfriend." "Ok! Tomorrow's my birthday!" (Yes I'm one of those people that tells EVERYONE I come in contact with that it's my birthday!) "Happy birthday! You eat cake?" "yes." "Tomorrow come see me!" "Ok!" Who knew it was that easy to get a boyfriend?? I've been way over complicating the process! Unfortunately, as flattered as I was (even though I was looking HOT! :D ) he's not that attractive...and would only want to practice his Engrish. Super nice guy though!
Ajumahs
Every day Ajumah's piss me off more and more.
There's this thing we westerners call the "Ajumah elbow." It's a constant source of laughter and a way of life for Ajumahs. They stick out their elbow and shove their way through any situation (being the first one on or off the elevator or bus is the most common use for the Ajumah Elbow). It's kind of like them saying, "you're in no way good enough for me to actually touch or talk to, so I'm going to shove my elbow at you so you know you're in my way." However...they do it at the most peculiar times. For example today, I was waiting for my coffee, quietly standing off to one side of the bakery (PARIS BAGUETTE!!!<--that's for you Minerva :D )...with no one standing around me, no objects next to me blocking the pathway, and this ajumah comes out of nowhere, SLAMS her elbow into me so I actually have to shift or fall, and the pushes past me. I swear you'd think I was the size of an elephant the way these ajumah's need to shove to get around me! I actually frowned at her as she was walking by/in front of me, and the barista handed me my coffee at the same time and saw my face hahaha. It's super rude to not respect your elders even if they are crazy old ladies...so the barista was 100% offended. But I'm foreign, everything I do is offensive! :D But then the Ajumah kept pointing at my coffee, and I thought she was going to try to steal it. Uh-uh. No way Jose. I understand it's cultural to be polite to your elders, but ain't no one touchin' my coffee. ;)
"YOU SEE THESE ROCKS?!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvuUiXF-HMs
This happened a few weeks ago, and it's a TERRIBLE thing that made all of us teachers look bad..but I can't help but laugh.
There's this thing we westerners call the "Ajumah elbow." It's a constant source of laughter and a way of life for Ajumahs. They stick out their elbow and shove their way through any situation (being the first one on or off the elevator or bus is the most common use for the Ajumah Elbow). It's kind of like them saying, "you're in no way good enough for me to actually touch or talk to, so I'm going to shove my elbow at you so you know you're in my way." However...they do it at the most peculiar times. For example today, I was waiting for my coffee, quietly standing off to one side of the bakery (PARIS BAGUETTE!!!<--that's for you Minerva :D )...with no one standing around me, no objects next to me blocking the pathway, and this ajumah comes out of nowhere, SLAMS her elbow into me so I actually have to shift or fall, and the pushes past me. I swear you'd think I was the size of an elephant the way these ajumah's need to shove to get around me! I actually frowned at her as she was walking by/in front of me, and the barista handed me my coffee at the same time and saw my face hahaha. It's super rude to not respect your elders even if they are crazy old ladies...so the barista was 100% offended. But I'm foreign, everything I do is offensive! :D But then the Ajumah kept pointing at my coffee, and I thought she was going to try to steal it. Uh-uh. No way Jose. I understand it's cultural to be polite to your elders, but ain't no one touchin' my coffee. ;)
"YOU SEE THESE ROCKS?!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvuUiXF-HMs
This happened a few weeks ago, and it's a TERRIBLE thing that made all of us teachers look bad..but I can't help but laugh.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
I love to Hate and Hate to love the Yoga
I tried (against my better judgment) the Hot Yoga today. I skipped yoga yesterday because my stomach is all upset (drinking until 230 in the a.m. remember?). So I went today and I was kind of excited about it, I've wanted to try it for a while now...annnnnnd never again.
Firstly, it wasn't really hot. My yoga place always warms the room for every class anyway, so it wasn't any hotter than it normally is..which is strange.
Second, we didn't do any sort of flow yoga, which I prefer. It was just kind of hopping from pose to pose and I don't feel like I got very worked out...which is the main reason I go to yoga.
And lastly...I thought yoga was supposed to be calming, soothing, relaxing. The instructor (a different one than the usual, whom I like) was literally yelling. And then she'd clap at us as if we were in an aerobics class. It was like angry Korean yelling too, just completely unnecessary. I was literally counting the minutes for the class to be over. And then, when we were in relaxed poses (like on our stomachs, or backs) she'd come over to me and push me into the ground, trying to make me lie flatter...problem is...I'm round. I'm not like the itty bitty Korean women who disappear when they lie on the ground. My curves prevent me from being completely flat (ESPECIALLY when we lie on our tummies..uh, hello, have you seen my body???) So that was kind of annoying to me. I generally don't mind when they come over and push me further in a POSE but not when we're in relaxation. And sometimes they push me a little too far in poses...it's actually kind of dangerous. I could pull or break something. I was taught in Yoga (as in life) to know your body, know your limits, know when to push and when to pull back. And apparently they don't have that knowledge/understanding/philosophy here!
But hey guess what?
It's my birthday on Saturdaaaaay!!!
P.S.
I'm sooooo ooosososososooooo hungry but I'm being super lazy and don't want to leave my apartment..but I have no idea how to order food for delivery and it makes me AMAZINGLY sad!! And I have to find a new restaurant to eat at because I'm kind of nervous to just keep going to the same one, though I know they love my business! (and then make fun of me while I'm still sitting in the restaurant because they know I can't understand them!) Bahh..oh well. I'm a foreigner, it's all good.
*EDIT*
I'm getting ready to take a shower..and overshare, but I tend to remove the clothing in the apartment not the bathroom because the bathroom is too small. I look out my window, which is partially open to give Wanda some sunshine and Vitamin D and I see a dangling rope. So, in my underwear, I walk to the window to see what the heck is happening. And there's a man propelling down past my window...and then there are 2 men (painters I guess). Whoooopsies. I quickly closed the curtains and walked quickly to the other side of the apartment, into the bathroom and closed the door.
*EDITedit*
Having hilarious drunk men hitting on me and E (mainly, usually just E getting hit on by hilarious drunk men and me trying not to laugh) = funny. Having drunk men hit on me inside my apartment building as I'm trying to get on the elevator = no bueno, signore.
So...here's the story morning glory. I was walking home...got harassed by that cult...A-FREAKIN-GAIN! I ignored them. I said "no" when they approached and just kept walking. The lady walked next to me and talked but I ignored her and just turned into my apartment building and it worked (even though she still followed me halfway down the street yammering on in Korean). I get to my elevator, but the door to my elevator is closed, so I have to walk into the building to the main elevators. And as I'm standing there waiting, this weird little short guy (who looked drunk but might have honestly just been ugly...) comes in, looks me up and down..twice...and then says "hello." I kind of just glance at him and am so pissed off already by the cult harassing me AGAIN that I might have decked him if other people weren't around. I try to ignore him, but then he comes and stands next to me...checking out the goods. And then starts talking...apparently he thought I was Pakistan...which I'm not sure is a good thing or a bad thing. Like I don't know if he was saying "oooh you're a super hot pakistan" or if he was saying "f'ing pakistan" you know? Part of me thinks he started out saying the super hot, I'm totally drunk and would like to buy you for the evening and then when I ignored him, he switched directions. But I was so nervous he would follow me into the elevator...luckily he didn't. And I honestly would have punched him in his weird little head which was like right at shoulder height for me (perfect punching size) had he tried to touch me in anyway.
Korea's making me angrier...or stronger... o_0
Firstly, it wasn't really hot. My yoga place always warms the room for every class anyway, so it wasn't any hotter than it normally is..which is strange.
Second, we didn't do any sort of flow yoga, which I prefer. It was just kind of hopping from pose to pose and I don't feel like I got very worked out...which is the main reason I go to yoga.
And lastly...I thought yoga was supposed to be calming, soothing, relaxing. The instructor (a different one than the usual, whom I like) was literally yelling. And then she'd clap at us as if we were in an aerobics class. It was like angry Korean yelling too, just completely unnecessary. I was literally counting the minutes for the class to be over. And then, when we were in relaxed poses (like on our stomachs, or backs) she'd come over to me and push me into the ground, trying to make me lie flatter...problem is...I'm round. I'm not like the itty bitty Korean women who disappear when they lie on the ground. My curves prevent me from being completely flat (ESPECIALLY when we lie on our tummies..uh, hello, have you seen my body???) So that was kind of annoying to me. I generally don't mind when they come over and push me further in a POSE but not when we're in relaxation. And sometimes they push me a little too far in poses...it's actually kind of dangerous. I could pull or break something. I was taught in Yoga (as in life) to know your body, know your limits, know when to push and when to pull back. And apparently they don't have that knowledge/understanding/philosophy here!
But hey guess what?
It's my birthday on Saturdaaaaay!!!
P.S.
I'm sooooo ooosososososooooo hungry but I'm being super lazy and don't want to leave my apartment..but I have no idea how to order food for delivery and it makes me AMAZINGLY sad!! And I have to find a new restaurant to eat at because I'm kind of nervous to just keep going to the same one, though I know they love my business! (and then make fun of me while I'm still sitting in the restaurant because they know I can't understand them!) Bahh..oh well. I'm a foreigner, it's all good.
*EDIT*
I'm getting ready to take a shower..and overshare, but I tend to remove the clothing in the apartment not the bathroom because the bathroom is too small. I look out my window, which is partially open to give Wanda some sunshine and Vitamin D and I see a dangling rope. So, in my underwear, I walk to the window to see what the heck is happening. And there's a man propelling down past my window...and then there are 2 men (painters I guess). Whoooopsies. I quickly closed the curtains and walked quickly to the other side of the apartment, into the bathroom and closed the door.
*EDITedit*
Having hilarious drunk men hitting on me and E (mainly, usually just E getting hit on by hilarious drunk men and me trying not to laugh) = funny. Having drunk men hit on me inside my apartment building as I'm trying to get on the elevator = no bueno, signore.
So...here's the story morning glory. I was walking home...got harassed by that cult...A-FREAKIN-GAIN! I ignored them. I said "no" when they approached and just kept walking. The lady walked next to me and talked but I ignored her and just turned into my apartment building and it worked (even though she still followed me halfway down the street yammering on in Korean). I get to my elevator, but the door to my elevator is closed, so I have to walk into the building to the main elevators. And as I'm standing there waiting, this weird little short guy (who looked drunk but might have honestly just been ugly...) comes in, looks me up and down..twice...and then says "hello." I kind of just glance at him and am so pissed off already by the cult harassing me AGAIN that I might have decked him if other people weren't around. I try to ignore him, but then he comes and stands next to me...checking out the goods. And then starts talking...apparently he thought I was Pakistan...which I'm not sure is a good thing or a bad thing. Like I don't know if he was saying "oooh you're a super hot pakistan" or if he was saying "f'ing pakistan" you know? Part of me thinks he started out saying the super hot, I'm totally drunk and would like to buy you for the evening and then when I ignored him, he switched directions. But I was so nervous he would follow me into the elevator...luckily he didn't. And I honestly would have punched him in his weird little head which was like right at shoulder height for me (perfect punching size) had he tried to touch me in anyway.
Korea's making me angrier...or stronger... o_0
Monday, October 3, 2011
Clarification?
Sooo I'm ridiculously sad. A month seems like FOREEVVEERRR. And honestly, who's going to take care of me on my birthday? That's what makes me really sad. I don't have any close close friends that I can trust enough. And again, that makes me sad that my BFF's won't be here to help me celebrate this momentous year!
I'm sad because E's gone for the month, of course, I'll for sure miss him...but I'm more sad because without E, I'm suriously alone for the first time. And it sort of just hit me like a sack o' potatoes...I'm on my own. He's been like my rock (how corny does THAT sound?!?) for the past month and so everything seemed ok, and now I have to learn to just stand on my own two feet again and it's seriously scary.
I think it wouldn't be so bad if my other co worker was alright, but he really keeps to himself and I'm just kind of stuck with a bunch of gossipy Korean women...who think I'm a sluthobag.
And from the last post, I'm confused because of a random meltdown I had on Sunday night/Monday morning. I had yet another random panic attack. We were hanging out at the bar and everything was fine, I made a new friend (who kept inviting me back to his house...so I'm not sure if we're actually friends, or if he's just hoping to get laid...I guess we'll find out, eh?), and things were fine. And theeeen all of a sudden, I just couldn't breathe. And I was trying to play it cool, I'd take a minute to walk away from the group to suck in as much air as possible. We ended up going back to my new friends house anyway (the whole group of us, not just me and him...). And I just kind of suffered through it. But E noticed (I think it was hard not to notice haha). And so when we left (to which prompted several confused text messages from my new friend), E was super nice and like kept trying to comfort me, which then made me start crying like an idiot so then I just sounded like a stupid wheezing child in the middle of the street. (I'm not sure how much of this he remembers, I'm hoping none of it...as he was delightfully drunk) So we stood on the street in front of Dan's house, just E and I while I cried/tried to find my breath (which was made all the more difficult by the crying/talking/joking/laughing). I just don't like it...I understand that it has to be linked to some crazy emotion, but the fact that it comes out of nowhere is ridiculous...and 100% confusing.
And the kind of heart broken is caused by all of the above.
But on the bright side, I got some free eggs out and possibly some spaghetti sauce if I want it...and essentially a second apartment if I want it (for any guests that may want to come hang out).
ANNNNND
This is Wanda. I'm babysitting her/hoping to revive her and not completely and accidentally murder her.
*EDIT*
Make that 5 times I've now been stopped by the God the Mother cult. Today, twice. The first one I said no to and just kept walking. The second time, I said no and kept walking and this very enthusiastic girl followed me..."No thank you, no thank you, no thank you..." and she just kept talking. Then she followed me INTO MY APARTMENT BUILDING. So I had no choice but to stop walking or she would have followed me up to my room and I DO NOT WANT THEM TO KNOW WHERE I LIVE. Then she starts CRYING about how she wants me to go to heaven with her. "Don't you want to go to heaven??" O.M.G. So she forces me to take a pamphlet and her phone number and then hugs me...uh, hello personal space. And is still talking as I scoot into the elevator, praying she doesn't follow me into the elevator. Geeeeeeeez LOUISE. AND I TOLD HER SOMEONE HAD ALREADY TALKED TO ME ABOUT IT. I'm going to just start yelling at these people if they approach me again. "YOU SEE THESE ROCKS?!?"
I'm sad because E's gone for the month, of course, I'll for sure miss him...but I'm more sad because without E, I'm suriously alone for the first time. And it sort of just hit me like a sack o' potatoes...I'm on my own. He's been like my rock (how corny does THAT sound?!?) for the past month and so everything seemed ok, and now I have to learn to just stand on my own two feet again and it's seriously scary.
I think it wouldn't be so bad if my other co worker was alright, but he really keeps to himself and I'm just kind of stuck with a bunch of gossipy Korean women...who think I'm a sluthobag.
And from the last post, I'm confused because of a random meltdown I had on Sunday night/Monday morning. I had yet another random panic attack. We were hanging out at the bar and everything was fine, I made a new friend (who kept inviting me back to his house...so I'm not sure if we're actually friends, or if he's just hoping to get laid...I guess we'll find out, eh?), and things were fine. And theeeen all of a sudden, I just couldn't breathe. And I was trying to play it cool, I'd take a minute to walk away from the group to suck in as much air as possible. We ended up going back to my new friends house anyway (the whole group of us, not just me and him...). And I just kind of suffered through it. But E noticed (I think it was hard not to notice haha). And so when we left (to which prompted several confused text messages from my new friend), E was super nice and like kept trying to comfort me, which then made me start crying like an idiot so then I just sounded like a stupid wheezing child in the middle of the street. (I'm not sure how much of this he remembers, I'm hoping none of it...as he was delightfully drunk) So we stood on the street in front of Dan's house, just E and I while I cried/tried to find my breath (which was made all the more difficult by the crying/talking/joking/laughing). I just don't like it...I understand that it has to be linked to some crazy emotion, but the fact that it comes out of nowhere is ridiculous...and 100% confusing.
And the kind of heart broken is caused by all of the above.
But on the bright side, I got some free eggs out and possibly some spaghetti sauce if I want it...and essentially a second apartment if I want it (for any guests that may want to come hang out).
ANNNNND
This is Wanda. I'm babysitting her/hoping to revive her and not completely and accidentally murder her.
*EDIT*
Make that 5 times I've now been stopped by the God the Mother cult. Today, twice. The first one I said no to and just kept walking. The second time, I said no and kept walking and this very enthusiastic girl followed me..."No thank you, no thank you, no thank you..." and she just kept talking. Then she followed me INTO MY APARTMENT BUILDING. So I had no choice but to stop walking or she would have followed me up to my room and I DO NOT WANT THEM TO KNOW WHERE I LIVE. Then she starts CRYING about how she wants me to go to heaven with her. "Don't you want to go to heaven??" O.M.G. So she forces me to take a pamphlet and her phone number and then hugs me...uh, hello personal space. And is still talking as I scoot into the elevator, praying she doesn't follow me into the elevator. Geeeeeeeez LOUISE. AND I TOLD HER SOMEONE HAD ALREADY TALKED TO ME ABOUT IT. I'm going to just start yelling at these people if they approach me again. "YOU SEE THESE ROCKS?!?"
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