and counting until Busan blows up in a wild orgasm of chaos and celebration.
That’s right southies, you better hide your women and lock up your children, because six totally average and well-mannered young gentleman are going to arrive in Busan and be polite to people while making racy jokes about ankle length skirts and bonnets that have loosed a few wisps of hair. Get ready bitches.
Beerbonging in the street
After a day of muddiness, this is what my life has succumbed to
How is everybody?
Sorry for being so emo lately. I’ve been on a roller coaster ride of love and remorse. But I’m all good now. I’m in the midst of summer intensives English camp. It’s only two hours a day, so I come to school late, and leave early. It’s a nice.
This weekend: Mudfest
Next: Muthafuckin Busan
Let’s get fucking crazy bitches.
Here is a perfect, real-life example of why you shouldn’t wear clothing emblazoned with words you don’t understand. This is more common than you’d think and almost never done out of irony. (Sometimes the wearer does realize something’s off; see Myra’s student’s experience here.)
Also, who the hell makes these shirts and/or imports them to Korea? Who decides to design shirts with racial slurs or things like “I love my hooker,” “What’s your porn star name?” or “I love 69” (all shirts my friends or I have seen)? For a while now I have had this feeling that there is a warped native English speaker somewhere trying to think of the worst things he/she can put on a shirt to sell to unsuspecting Asians. (Okay, fine. I’ve wondered the same thing myself but I didn’t actually do it and profit from it. I just have a twisted sense of curiosity.)
(Reblogged from taeblog:mdtepsic; the original photographer has also taken a picture of this shirt in black on another occasion)
what’s a frog?
Watermelon is by far my favorite fruit. Lucky for me, good watermelon is currently available on just about every corner in Korea. Not so lucky is the fact that it’s relatively expensive compared to what I was used to paying in the States. If you want an entire (rather small) watermelon, you’re looking at somewhere around 10,000 won (and the other day I saw one for 19,000 won, at which point I got a lot of stares for yelling “Are you out of your ever-lovin’ mind?!”).
This piece was on sale for 3,900 won, which isn’t too bad to shell out at one time, but it still adds up when, in addition to my usual groceries, I’m buying this amount of watermelon multiple times a week. To give you an idea, I ate all of this in one sitting. All of it. At one time. If I keep this up, I’m going to have to work watermelon costs into my monthly budget.
If you need me, I’ll be lying very still trying not to puke up my 3,900 won’s worth of fruit.
Let’s be serious. When you eat watermelon, do you poke out the seeds, swallow em, or spit em out after biting down? Don’t be scared, no wrong answer (yes there is).
Love this song!
Miss A - Bad Girl Good Girl
Was this video sponsored by American Apparel?
Also, unrelated: Hillary Clinton will be at the War Memorial Museum tomorrow. If I didn’t have intensives, I would go try to sneak a peek.
Well LAO, not sure about your query, but I’m definitely at a semi right now. Singing and song overall? b-
Choreography and making my wiener jump? a+
Bleary like the eyes of a hobo just woken up by the crude, hard boot of a police officer.
It was a dream he spits
This is your life
well, better get back to whatever I was doing.
I’m glad these Koreans can get in on the reality TV action. I think all assholes should be equally allowed to embarrass themselves.
So excited for K-Town, you don’t even know
Goo. I don’t know about this guys. As a Korean American, this has about a 3.5% chance of being really good and opening up a dialogue between a small but integral minority and the rest of America. On the other hand, it has a 96.5% chance of making us look like how East Coast Italian Americans look to everybody else in America now, except with redder faces. Geesh.
Hitler has to desk warm.
Desk warming is when foreign English teachers are required to come in to school during winter or summer breaks and sit at their desks even though there are no students and very few other teachers there. You basically have nothing to do but frivol away the very long hours of the day by poking around on the internet. It is very inefficient and frustrating since you know you could be using that time to travel (or just sleep late). But you also know that you shouldn’t really be complaining since you already get more vacation time than you probably would at a job in your home country.
Anyway, I laughed way too much at this video. It was spot on, and spared neither the frustrating aspects of working at a Korean school nor how whiny—But justified, damn it! Wah!—we foreign teachers can be.
(Reblogged from jegidong: carrieabigstick; via The Waygook Effect)
I haven’t seen a more accurate Korea video since this. I was literally LOL-ing while watching, especially since during both winter and summer vacations, I’ve had problems with my school with vacation dates AFTER we’ve confirmed it with one another and AFTER I bought my plane tickets. During the most recent vacation incident, however, I just reacted with a laugh and a sigh. Oh, Korea…what you’ve gotten me used to I would never have tolerated back home.
I’ve been really fortunate regarding vacation dates being arranged in advance and then being immutable [but really because I don’t have the desire to travel like most of my counterparts and because this summer due to renewal my dates were set in stone by the contract] but this video is everything I wanted it to be and more. It’s so accurate. One really can’t describe the feeling of deskwarming to one who has not done it.
This is hilarious. I’ve never really had problems with vacation times and have even been told a couple of days to just not come in if the co-teacher knew I was going to be desk warming the entire time. But still, I have heard of many different occasions where kids got the shaft, and it sucks. I don’t know about your school’s administration, but if you’ve already booked your ticket, and it’s just desk warming, tell them in the kindest way possible that you’re just leaving. Most admin and co-teachers will just fold.
Looking at books and stuff
Kids at the orphanage
(via chandoo)
In the second frame, the words on the left are “Over 180 cm”, and on the right, ”Small face”. Beauty in Korea has become a math problem, a + b = c. I mean, he’s good looking and all, but this heavily prescribed, media emphasized idea of what an “ideal” person is supposed to look like is a little much.
This past weekend was quite the experience.
This weekend was the stoplight party on the rooftop portion of Roofers and everyone who didn’t make it should know that their presence wasn’t missed at all because we were too busy having way too much fun.
Well except for me anyway. I endured what might have been one of my first experiences in the art of “getting your heart torn out and thrown across the room where it hits the wall and then slides down in an oozy trail.”
I would like to say I have pretty thick skin. My personality is not just an attempted projection of my ideals, it’s a defense mechanism that I have built up over the years to safeguard my own insecurities (overweight in elementary school, horrible acne in middle school and beginning of high school, and premature ejaculation at all times [just joking <but seriously>]). So, especially when it comes to women, I never ever ever ever get emotional. If a girl shirks me, fuck it, plenty of other girls around. This time, it was different.
So as I have mentioned in posts before, there’s a girl with which I am absolutely enamored. I really don’t think I’ve ever felt like this way for anyone else. Seriously people. Fucking serious shit here. She’s also expressed that she had somewhat mutual feelings for me, and we’ve hit it off quite well. I’d say better than that; we’ve hit it off hopelessly awesomely ridiculously well.
Anyways, on Saturday night, we were both getting quite knackered as the night progressed and at one point in the night she pulled me aside. I can’t remember EXACTLY all that was said, but the discussion (and let’s say discussion is not the most apt word for it. Almost felt like she was telling me off for something wrong that I did) was about how us being together was a dumb, futile idea. Some apt quotes were:
“I know I’m just saying this because I’m drunk, but I don’t care about you. And you shouldn’t care about me too. All I care about is me and my friends.”
“This is all a waste of time, so we should just stop trying.”
As quick as a guerrilla raid, she jumped in, riddled me with bullet holes and then was gone. Now for those people who claim that things like love, affection, and longing, are just physiological components with chemical and biological triggers, I say, you’re probably right but I still hate you and your realist viewpoints.
I just stood at the bar, stunned. My lips were tightly drawn and I couldn’t see anything; my eyes just focused on a medium level that I’m pretty sure your eyes set to when you die, your default focus. My friends didn’t notice notice anything was a miss until they saw the broken down expression on my face, and I didn’t have to say a word. Kathleen, one of my closest friends, instantly put her arms around me and began to comfort me.
Dear readers, I’ve never shed a tear for a girl, but I couldn’t help from tearing up at this point. It was the simultaneous feeling of unrecompensed love from a girl I longed for as well as the unconditional love a true friend. It hit me like the first ten minutes of UP, but less animated.
In conclusion: This girl and I, by the end of the night, talked out our troubles and happily went home together. She apologized for saying things she didn’t mean and I apologized for being a huge pussy of a man. We decided to call it even. Then we woke up early in the morning and played with some orphans. Whew. Sorry for the long post.
REC
I usually try to stay pretty positive in my posts here, or to at least be diplomatic, but there is one aspect of living in Korea that I have recently experienced that I am unable—and yes, unwilling—to put a positive spin on. (I’m saying that upfront so you can stop reading now if you want.) I am…
I’ve actually had two experiences like this, except when it happened, many people came to the aid of the ailing people. One time when a man collapsed in a subway car, and once when a women collapsed after some moaning and yelling outside of a bus stop.
I do agree though that, for the most part, if you aren’t in the Korean’s in circle, he/she could care less about you, but on the other hand, they are human. And I have seen that side win over every single time I’ve been around these situations. But I understand, not every situation is the same. Just because I’ve seen someone being helped everytime I’ve encountered this situation does not mean everybody is like that. Compared to America it’s a lot worse though. In America (for the most part), if someone is in trouble your first idea is come to the aid of that person. I guess it’s not so cut and dry here in Korea.
In the 1960s, a student at Harvard Law School addressed parents and alumni with these words:
The streets of our country are in turmoil. The universities are filled with students rebelling and rioting. Communists are seeking to destroy our country. Russia is threatening us with her might. And the republic is in danger. Yes! danger from within and without. We need law and order! Without law and order our nation cannot survive.
There was prolonged applause. When the applause died down, the student quietly told his listeners: “These words were spoken in 1932 by Adolf Hitler.”
AWKWAARD
