Well, after about two or three weeks of being lazy, I finally got my bum back to the gym this week and what a difference it has made in my energy levels (and overall soreness and stiffness of muscles). Anyway, this morning I went for a little weight training - yes, I pump iron - and during my warm up I was watching an English channel on the new TV's they just installed. There was a show on with a Lebanese (I think, I kind of forget now) reporter who was doing a documentary on Korea. He was interviewing 2 Korean women, who I assume were around my age, while they were getting ready for work and then he continued to shadow them for the day. They ended up at a wedding and the reporter said something like "we're at a wedding, I thought you were going to work" and the girls replied, "we are at work, we work at weddings". I assumed they worked at the wedding hall but they were actually hired by the bride to be surrogate friends. I've never heard of this term before!! It's normal to make jokes about paying people to be friends with me, I mean c'mon, being so popular costs my parents a bundle...but, they had no idea who the bride or groom were and their main purpose was to pretend they were friends of the bride. Apparently, they make a pretty penny doing so plus they eat delicious food for free. The footage was highly entertaining to see these two women sitting in the audience as if they were genuine guests. The wedding hall was very full too so it wasn't like she (the bride) was a loser or anything. Anyway, I would love to go with a friend to people's weddings and pretend that I was best friends with them and eat delicious food and drink and dance all while getting paid. I must figure out how to make this a success at home...I think I've found my calling...
My favorite beach bums...they literally didn't move for hours!!
Last night I rode my bike home and when I went for my keys I was filled with that overwhelming sense of "oooooh shiiit"...I definitely forgot my keys...in my lunch bag...under my desk...at work. I hate that feeling. I've felt it oh so many times and every time it happens I think, "this is the last time I will lock myself out of something"...of course this only holds true until I do it again...
I've always wished I could be one of those people who makes stupid mistakes only to learn from them and never repeat them. Unfortunately, I am not one of those people. Throughout my life I have locked myself out of my car at least 10 times and out of my house/apartment more than 5. I've been lucky thus far to have roommates and a police officer for a father who always has a spare slim jim, but unfortunately, neither exist for me here in Korea.
I decided to leave my bike unlocked in the hallway of my apartment while I tried to ask the maintenance man for a spare key to let me in. This proved to be more difficult than I thought and was given the key to 510 instead my apartment, 501...I would have called my director to meet me at the academy but as luck would have it, I forgot my phone in my apartment. I was able to use the office phone to call my director and he met me at school so I could get my key...
The funny thing is though that when I got back to my apartment and was walking to my door I was startled by the bike sitting in the middle of the hallway. I just had to laugh at myself because I then realised it was my bike and amidst all my scurrying around I forgot I left it all by its lonesome...thank goodness it was still there.
I think it's time to make a copy of my key, maybe even two...and I should probably stop being so damn forgetful about these kind of things...
Well folks, Aaron Kueck finally made it to this interesting foreign little country I've called "home" for the past 6 months. We met up in Busan Sunday night for dinner and he presented me with a big ole' bag of hot cheetos (thanks E2)...my all time favorite snack. I opened them immediately and ate hand fulls until my fingers were stained red with the spicy seasoning. It didn't seem strange to see him until we were stuffing our faces with chicken and rice when it hit me...I was eating with Ace...in Korea..and he was going to be living here!! Excitement overwhelmed me (only momentarily)...I was very hungry
Anyway, yesterday I didn't have to work until 5 so I decided to be productive and Lewis & Clark my way around some of the foothills near my apartment. After 2.5 hours I felt refreshed and my mind was clear...I went home and FINISHED MY BAG OF HOT CHEETOS. I understand that this binge may have thwarted my attempts of being healthy but I was not one to be reasoned with. I was like that kid who had crumbs all over my face and smashed up pieces within a 2 foot radius of my being.
I kept thinking about last year's St. Patty's festivities at The Saz...stuck talking with some Marine guy (Aud's friends boyfriend maybe??) about the Marine's in Korea I've encountered in previous trips and how they (generally speaking) left a wretched taste in my mouth and filled me with embarrassment and shame to be claiming citizenship from the same country. Then I remembered the following day was the Irish Jig and Aud had an eye infection and Irwin was turning 25.
Fast forward to this year and here I am in Korea...thankfully I didn't celebrate St. Pat's day with any US Marines, but a group of people did go to Changwon (25 minutes west of Gimhae) to an Irish bar filled with foreigners from all over. We actually ended up at another watering hole with the funnest most dangerous game ever. Well, perhaps not dangerous, but it has extreme potential to be deadly. Basically, there was a gigantic stump with a basket of nails and a bunch of hammers. Because of my competitive tendencies I was intrigued by such actions of hitting nails into said stump and when I wasn't actually winning, I began cheating...all in good fun of course. I just can't imagine having something like this at home...
Anyway, headed back to the Irish bar after I hammered nearly 15 nails and by the end of the night ended up at McDonald's for a delicious snack. Unfortunately I have no pictures to demonstrate my coordinating holiday attire...actually, the only green thing I wore was a necklace that broke...but a lot of other people were decked out in various shades of green and overall it was a fantabulous night.
*I've officially been in Korea for 6 months!! The time is flying (as I continue to say as the months pass) and now instead of counting the months up, I'll will be counting them down.
*An example of how I've become accustom to living here is that I now unconsciously throw my toilet paper in the garbage can rather than in the toilet (only in public...I don't abide by such rules at my apartment:) It may sound strange that it has taken me 6 months to get used to this custom, but after 24 years of throwing it straight in the pot it's required a bit of conscious thought. I think anyone over the age of 10 would agree.
*I was wretchedly ill this weekend and horizontal (in bed) for most of it. I watched a lot of TV and clocked in multiple hours of sleep...Being sick and living alone SUCKS, but I'm very thankful for all the people who called or stopped in to check on me to bring me soup, medicine, movies and mandu...and many thanks to a friend (andu mandu) for doing me a huge favor on Saturday...anyway, I'm feeling better now~about 87% I'd say.
*I've rather adjusted to living alone and am really enjoying it...even though it does suck when sick. I've always lived with people, family to roomates to friends to friend, but never solely on my own. There were times in the past few months where I went a little crazy with myself, or found myself really boring, but now I'm realising that it's a great opportunity to figure out how I live...if that makes sense. I have learned that I shed a ridiculous amount of hair...(I can hear my mother and Zac sighing right now)...I've also learned that when I can't get a lid off a jar it really sucks.
*I've made really personable relationships with some of my students. They make my job worth it. Our schedule is constantly changing and sometimes our students get switched around and a couple of times I've been really upset because my favorites are now with the other foreign teacher. It's okay though, kids are kids and I like them.
So yeah, 6 months down 6 more to go. I'm looking forward to summer days at the beach (although I'm already anticipating how much I'll miss the summer at home: camping, aud's pool, bbq, beach, Frisbee, porches, fires, walks, festivals blah blah blah)...whatever, I can do all those things here - minus aud's pool.
For as long as I can remember, every spring/summer/fall has been filled with weddings. I suppose having an abnormally large extended family, plus an equally as large extended step-family (many of whom married younger than my current age...and are still married - props to them) has lent its hand in jam-packing many of my weekends with decent food, free alcohol and lots of dancing. Over the past few years though it seems that the family weddings have dwindled (I'm at the younger end of all three sides) and the friend's weddings have exploded in frequency...
This year seems to be no exception...I left home with the knowledge of missing out on 5 weddings and since I've been here 2 more have sprung up!!! OMG people...seriously!!!
Actually though, I really do love going to weddings: dressing up, free food, drinking and dancing, critiquing what I like and dislike about the ceremony/reception (that's normal right??)...
Anyway, if any of you plan on having a wedding sometime this year...PLEASE WAIT UNTIL OCTOBER!!! :)
ah well...2 down, 5 more to miss...