Flying Purple People Eater

I really enjoy meeting new people. Granted, rarely am I one to initiate a conversation with someone new, but there must be something about me that welcomes people to come and talk to me... and I really like that about myself. Otherwise, it's just boredom or curiousity that draws people to me, but either way, it's usually pretty cool. I've met a lot of really cool and interesting people so far.

However, I've also had my share of interesting (in a not so good way) and somewhat creepy characters who've introduced themselves to me.

Yesterday, for example, I met a nice looking guy who attends one of the top universities here in Seoul as an engineering student (this was confirmed by a folder and paper he showed me to emphasize his point, since I couldn't quite understand the name of the university he was saying in broken English). He came off as a nice guy who just wanted to meet foreigners, telling me about his military stint and how he was going to a party. He even invited me to eat Kimchi and rice with him, which seemed innocent enough even though I told him it'd have to be another night. Then, he pushed the barrier a bit. He told me how beautiful I am, which I get told a lot in this country and have learned to be flattered by rather than creeped out, but he also told me he "literally" loved me.

"I love you. Literally. I love you."

This is another common phrase Koreans learn, but I always become a little nervous when I hear it because I know the conversation could quickly turn. However, lately I've learned to smile politely, say some small form of "thank you" in return and change the subject if at all possible, which I somewhat managed to do.

He went on to tell me I have a small face... another conversational repeat I often hear, which is why Korean men supposedly find me beautiful. Then, he went on to tell me he had a large face (which he didn't) and large other areas, err, if you know what I mean and continued to ask me if that was a good thing...

First of all, doubtful... second of all, it was completely inappropriate and awkward. This was the point when every escape plan I could possibly conjur up came into play.

Long story short, he followed me off the train to my transfer point then, luckily, I had to pay more to take the express train so he didn't follow me past the pay point. I also had a similiar taxi driver a few weekends back, but he was a bit less creepy. He pulled the "I love you" too though.

This being said, I know my mom is probably going to freak out now, after reading this, about me going anywhere alone, etc. etc. but really, I couldn't be in a country I'm less afraid of. I never once thought anyone was going to hurt me, and there are always people outside at all times of night, so coming home alone late at night isn't an issue. Plus, these funny/creepy people make for interesting stories and are usually really nice people who have social issues. Plus, the amazing people I meet make up for the weird ones.

It's also become a goal of mine to learn another language during my lifetime. It's amazing to me how people can speak so many... I'm jealous of their capacity to learn so easily.
til next time.

"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. " -Ralph Waldo Emerson

4th World DJ Festival

                                 

The 4th World DJ Festival was held in Nanji Park near the Han River. It was a day full of... well... awesomeness. Add me on Facebook to see the rest of my pictures and a couple videos. Good music, good beer, good people... it was great. Definitely check it out if you ever have the chance.

"Tonight's the night the world begins again."

"Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.”

I realized I didn't write a single blog last month. April was amazing, and above all other things, I surpassed my halfway point in Korea. I hung out with some really interesting and great people (as well as my share of uninteresting and not-so-great ones), some who've already come and gone, others who will be leaving soon and some who I've just started to form long lasting friendships with.

 I'm sitting here listening to my newest playlist (a random mix of house, dance and a few indie songs... a playlist I'd never compose for myself but I actually like it) named after one of the new friends I met. He said, "You're living your dream life here." At first I questioned this statement, but after thinking about it for a while, I realized he was right. I'm 23 and doing everything any typical 23 year old would love to be doing... meeting new people, traveling, partying, making money and living for free away from home.

Anyway, everyone asks me what I'm doing when I leave here. Quite frankly... I have no idea. I know I'm going to Europe for about a month, which will probably fly by. Then, I'm thinking about going to Illinois... kidnapping Troy's car, wherever that may be. Then, possibly taking a road trip to Canada to visit some friends... (why not?)... stopping to see my MN friends along the way... then traveling back down to Georgia for a while. If I'm broke by that point and still haven't found a job, I think I'm going to just come back here for another year... or find somewere else to go. I may get my TESOL certificate along the way.

I'm not sure. Before I got here, I was so ready to just settle... set up my life and live the rest of my life in one place. Now... I know I want that eventually, but I'm still determining if it's sooner rather than later or not. I want to make amazing stories while I can. Ya know?

Anyway, I feel like I need to start planning another short trip away soon. We booked Mudfest, I'm looking forward to that. DJ Fest is this weekend, that should be fun. But where to go for summer break... we shall see...

"If you want something, don't wish for it. Life is too short to wait." --Stephen Hines

It's what you make it.

I guess there are worse things than wanting to do too many things in life... even if only half are extraordinary and the others involve mediocre things such as wearing jean shorts, flip flops and sitting in the sand drinking a cold beer. But, really, what else is there to look forward to if you aren't making anything happen? Extraordinary or not.

I was going to make a list of things I'm attempting to "make happen," but there's too many. Just think beautiful places.. white beaches, mountains, amazing buildings, delicious food and drinks..easy jobs or writing jobs and bikinis and t-shirts. Lots of bikinis and t-shirts.

"If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on tv telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it."

Hmmm. 5 months down. 7 more to go...

There's some nights I have nothing better to do than browse the internet aimlessly. I found these life lessons to live by, and despite the few cheesy ones, it beat all the other lists I found (aside from the cool random facts lists and best places to visit... but I feel more people should check this one out). The ones I like best are in bold.

1. Have a firm handshake.
2. Look people in the eye.
3. Sing in the shower.
4. Own a great stereo system.
5. If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.
6. Keep secrets.
7. Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen every day.
8. Always accept an outstretched hand.
9. Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.
10. Whistle.
11. Avoid sarcastic remarks.
12. Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery.
13. Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.
14. Lend only those books you never care to see again.
15. Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.
16. When playing games with children, let them win.
17. Give people a second chance, but not a third.
18. Be romantic.
19. Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
20. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.
21. Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for our convenience, not the caller's.
22. Be a good loser.
23. Be a good winner.
24. Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
25. When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.
26. Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.
27. Keep it simple.
28. Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.
29. Don't burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.
30. Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets
31. Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the one's you did.
32. Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
33. Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.
34. Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you.
35. Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.
36. Begin each day with some of your favorite music.
37. Once in a while, take the scenic route.
38. Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, 'Someone who thinks you're terrific.'
39. Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.
40. Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.
41. Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.
42. Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.
43. Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.
44. Become someone's hero.
45. Marry only for love.
46. Count your blessings.
47. Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.
48. Wave at the children on a school bus.
49. Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.
50. Don't expect life to be fair.


I know I need to start writing more. I also know I say something similiar in each post. Highlights from the past few weeks? St. Patrick's Day was a blast... Aquarium trip with the guys and then my first movie in a Korean theater (assigned seating was odd, but it was in English so I can't complain too much)... Shipwrecked "booze cruise" with 500 other foreigners (highlight here was Julie saying "imagine how many schools would be screwed out of teachers if this boat sank")... and then just teaching. Hearing that my baby class really likes me and having the girl who disliked foreigers actually grab my arm today and play with me was a highlight also.

Oh, and I went grocery shopping. I think my refrigerator has more food in it than it has in the past 5 months. I'm stepping outside of my hot dog, quesadilla and pasta boundary. Not by much... but it's happening nonetheless.

Well, my back really hurts... so I think it's time to pop a Tylenol and try to get some sleep. I swear one of these days I'll write more. Seriously...

"Sometimes, you have to be apart from people you love.. But it doesn’t mean you love them any less.. Sometimes, it even makes you love them more."

Oops...Time Flies When You're Having Fun.

I've been a gigantic blog avoider lately. There's just so much to catch up on... my Taiwan trip, fun weekends filled with drinking and other such nonsense, Valentine's Day weekend, the chaotic month before school graduation and the start of the new semester, and my weekend at Camp Casey... along with other things I've most certainly forgotten for the time being. Did an entire month and a half go by without blogging? It's true then, time does fly by when you're having fun... keeping busy.

I'm going into my fifth month here already. Too bad it's not six, because that's the halfway point... but the idea that I haven't seen my family and friends in at least six months is so ridiculous to me! I feel like it wasn't too long ago I was packing like crazy, making last minute trips across states and towns, and wishing so badly I could figure out a way to stay home. Now, I'm certainly glad I'm here, but I definitely know that it's going and doing things that makes the time fly by.

So what have I learned in Korea up until now? There's good, awesome, amazing days... and then there's bad days. But there's really nothing you can do about it.

Things I love about being here (or have started liking the longer I've been here):

- My student’s smiling faces. I really do love them. It’s incredible how special children are. A year ago, I didn’t want kids… didn’t even particularly like kids, but now I realize how innocent and carefree they are, and I can’t imagine how anyone could not love them. The worst days I’ve had here have been completely forgotten by the love my students give. They are just too damn cute sometimes, and I’ll probably try and smuggle a few home when my contract is up.


- Teaching. One of my youngest students, in the 5 year old class… which really I swear some of those students are 3 years old American age, wrote his name on his own for the first time the other day and was so excited. Those are the kinds of moments I feel like what I’m doing really matters. His English name is Ted, and he kept writing the T and looking at me for help with the E. I guided his hand about three different times to show him how to do it… then he would write the D. I looked over after explaining the next coloring activity and he was so happy and had a huge smile on his face and kept pointing at his paper. He did the E on his own. Man, I like that class. Especially since the one little girl who is terrified of foreigners finally likes me… and even joked with me by calling a dog a cat and giggling her little head off.


- Having people say things to me, and slightly knowing what they mean. I pass by this little market on the way to the subway station every day, and every day the man who works there is outside and says hello to me. It’s always a very excited hello with a big smile, a nice way to start my day. I’ve had other people say hello in Korean as they pass by, it’s nice being able to say it back and not feel silly. I also know when my students who can’t speak English need to use the bathroom now, that’s a plus.


- Having enough money in my account to accidentally withdraw $400 by hitting the wrong button. I was freaking out, but in the end, it was nice realizing I have money for once.



- Taco Bell. It’s coming to Korea. I honestly think it’s because I’m here now… it’s like they know I’m their number 1 fan so they decided to follow me.


- Being in my own little world most of the time. I know if people are talking, it’s most likely not to me. I don’t have to worry about being stopped and asked for directions, I don’t have to worry about having salespeople try to help me, or peddlers trying to sell things. I can put on my iPod and go wherever I’m headed just playing whatever I feel like hearing that day. I may get stared at quite often, but even that doesn’t really bother me anymore.


- Being courageous, independent, carefree, and just plain lucky. I didn’t really feel those things before I came here, now I definitely do.

Things I still haven’t gotten used to as long as I’ve been here:


- Pushing and shoving. People don’t understand that I can usually only go as fast as the person in front of me. They think if they just keep walking into my back I can go faster. Not so much. They also don’t believe in lines.

- They have no sense of a personal bubble here. I think it scares them to be alone, I could be standing in a completely open area and if someone walks up they will still probably bump into me.

- Everyone’s in a rush, and there are always a billion people wherever you go.

- Those nasty little rice cake things. They are the grossest “snack” I’ve ever tasted.

- High heels, skirts, dresses, suits, man bags, mirrors… mirrors… mirrors. This country all about appearance. There is a giant mirror in my subway station just so people can make sure they look alright. A lady on her cell phone came and stood behind me waiting for the train one day. She was standing a little to the side of me so she could look at her reflection in the door. I moved in front of her and she moved to the other side of me so she could continue looking at herself while she chatted obnoxiously away. I moved in front of her again… and she moved to the other side. Ha. It was amusing.



Things I really miss from home:

- Laid back living. No rushing. Not a billion people trying to do the same thing at once, not really caring if you’re late.

- Knowing what the heck I’m buying—and knowing I’m using laundry detergent instead of fabric softener, which is actually what I was using as detergent for my first four months here. Ha. I miss being able to read labels.

- Yummy American food. Man, I miss the food.

- Dinner and movie nights with Tyler. I think I miss these more than anything else from back home. I miss that boy so much it’s a bit ridiculous.

- Driving. Taking the subway is a pain in the butt after a while.

- My friends… my family… being able to call someone at any given time and go see them, or take a short drive or flight to visit. No major time difference.



I know I have a bunch more to write, but that’s all for now. Maybe next time I’ll catch you up on everything else. I need to try and write more… it’s getting warmer out, maybe I’ll perk up a bit more once summer finally gets here.

“Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.” – Maya Angelou

The Random Mandatory Health Check

I should have failed my health check, point blank. Basically, it was me and my new coworker and we were pointed in the direction of each random check point by the director of our school.

First, was the chest x-ray. We were told to change into robes which of course couldn't be normal, easy robes. They looked harmless, but in actuality they had criss-cross ties that took all I had at 9 in the morning to figure out. Then, I was basically told to hug this wall looking thing and stand still. Easy enough.

After changing back into my clothes, I followed Julie to the next room where we were directed to stand on a platform and wait for a metal plate to bop us on the head. Then, it was the sound test...which after the non-English speaking lady sets a pair of headphones on my head, I nod when I hear the noise. It was only later that I was informed that I was supposed to raise the arm that corresponded to the ear the noise was coming from. Whatever. That's not common knowledge, despite what you say.

This room also consisted of the same lady measuring my chest (I didn't even ask why...) and her taking my blood pressure. Then, the eye exam. It was at this point that I realized I should probably have just gone home and came back another day. It's no surprise I'm pretty blind, but first, I held the little metal thing up to the wrong eye. Next, instead of numbers.... I started naming letters. Back home, the eye chart consists of letters. Not in Korea. The whole thing was numbers. Z and 2 look the same, right?

Now that I was utterly convinced I was going to fail, I was sent to take a pee test and give blood. Luckily, I grabbed the stall in the bahroom that actually had a toilet. I also got to walk into a room full of people holding a dixie cup of pee and my director reaches out to grab it from me to give to the lady. No, thank you.. I'll take it to her myself. Oh, and I almost passed out giving blood. Imagine how thankful I was to find out the last room consisted of talking to the doctor.

I wasn't very good at understanding the doctor. I'm not even entirely sure what I told him, since I just guessed what some of his questions were. No wonder I was called back 2 days later...

My liver enzymes were high. Whatever that means. I met my supervisor who walked me to the place I needed to go... arm in arm. I'll never get used to that Korean ritual. Girls locking arms to walk somewhere together. Awkward.

Basically, this time was even worse. My supervisor and the doctor talk the whole time in Korean except for one sentence from her to ask me if it hurts when I pee. No, but even if it did I would probably lie to you. Awkward moment number 2. Even more awkward is when the doctor asks me if my back hurts and when I answer no, he proceeds to get up out of his chair, come over to me, bend me over, and practically karate chop my back. Thank goodness it wasn't hurting. Sheesh.

Then, I was told I needed an ultrasound (which my supervisor kept calling something crazy... and scared me at first until I realized what she was actually talking about). I got dirty looks for having a belly button ring. Then, this is how the interaction went between me and the doctor:

Doctor: You take any (something I couldn't understand).

Me: Do I take any what?

Doctor: (mumble jumble)... h... e.. l... b.

Me: Do I take any h...e...l...b? Helb? Help?

Doctor: Yes. Do you take any help?

Me: Help? Do I take any help? Um. No...?

2 minutes pass by.

Me: Herb! Did you mean herb? H...e...r...b? No, I don't take anyof those either.

Doctor: H...e...r...b. Yes. Your liver looks abnormal.

Then she snarled a bit and sent me on my way. Like it's my fault Koreans like to mix up the letters "r" and "l." Then I was told to yet again give blood. Oh joy. Oh, and I was also told that my mom would be back in a minute if I just sat and waited. Because, obviously, that's who the Korean lady with me must be.

In the end... my health check came back fine. I guess I was just fighting off something the first day. Thank goodness. I like it here... but I don't even like doctors back home, let alone ones who can't understand me. Knock on wood I can last a year without catching any major illnesses... or breaking a bone... or anything that would require me to go through the torturous process of seeking medical help.

"Try a thing you haven’t done three times. Once, to get over the fear of doing it. Twice, to learn how to do it. And a third time, to figure out whether you like it or not." —Virgil Garnett Thomson