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There are a few words, phrases, and word endings that pop way too much for comfort in Korea. I think they're trying to evoke certain images of being modern and Western, or just inviting, and they take it overboard.
The most prevalent one I see is using the word "story" in the names of mostly stores: Quilt Story, Wine Story, Gun Story, Storyway. There is also a really popular video game called Maple Story.
"Happy" just gets used randomly everywhere, from store names, to brand names, to names of sales in stores, to toy names, everything. Things have to be all cutesie here, and I guess "happy" is the best word they can come up with to express it.
On a related note, "Good morning" is also used a lot, I guess to make people feel all warm and fuzzy inside. There are Good Morning Hospital, Good Morning Butter, Good Morning Pajamas, etc.
One that kind of boggles me is the ending "-pia." I think that they're trying to make blends with other words and "utopia," and just doing a bad job of it. There is a suit store called Gentpia, my bathroom faucet was made by Waterpia, and I've caught sight of a few other -pias here and there.
Did you know that "Hyundai" means "modern"?
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
The Cleanest Clean That Ever Cleaned
I finally made it to a Korean bathhouse. I'm a little confused as to whether the one we went to is a standard bathhouse, though. It's called a jjimjilbang and also a sauna (in Korean, that's three syllables), but my guidebook calls a traditional bathhouse a mogyoktang, a sauna, or a daejungtang. It's possible the distinction is in the fact that this place seemed to be more sauna-based than bath-based. Anyway, it was still an amazing cultural experience, which I will probably start repeating once a month or so.
We went to the jjimjilbang after work last night. It was really nice--it was decorated like a luxury hotel. The entrance fee was 10,000 won (about $7), which gave us (Heather, Leon, and I) access to the gender-segregated locker rooms, baths in varying temperatures, showers, sauna room, and steam room, as well as the coed jjimjilbang floor, which has about ten sauna rooms ranging from about 30 to about 80 degrees Celsius, as well as an ice room, and a restaurant. I'm a little pissed about the men's facilities. Apparently the guys get a mud bath and a gym, possibly other stuff I don't know about. What the hell?
We first went to our respective facilities to put on the elastic-waistband cotton shorts and the t-shirt we were given for the jjimjilbang floor and went up there to meet Leon. He evidently misunderstood our plan, though, because after we waited for like 15 minutes for him to come downstairs, Heather had to go make an announcement on the PA for him to get his ass moving and meet us. Apparently he had been enjoying the lavish amenities of his floor, and got laughed at by the other men as he was called for and had to skulk out of there.
We tried some of the rooms for a while--the Ox Bezoar Room, which had little caves to lie in and sit in 32-degree comfort, then a slightly hotter sauna at 41 degrees. The saunas don't tend to have benches or anything in them. At most there is a bamboo mat on the floor and small pillows or wooden blocks with neck rests for lying down. After about a half hour we went to the restaurant, as we'd already been hungry when we got there. Then I had to go back to the women's floor to soak in the bath for a while. I had read online about the professional scrubdown you can get at these places, and I knew I could benefit from that. Heather made me an appointment for 12:30, and she said it would be good to soak in the hot water to soften up my skin before most of it was scrubbed away.
This being the first time I've been in a public place where naked people were walking around, I felt a little modest. I was particularly conspicuous being the only white person there, and I think I got a few stares at first. Nudity among strangers is part of Korean life, though, what with bathhouses like this and open showers at gyms and the like, so they got used to me pretty quickly, and after a while, I wasn't so shy. It was kind of awkward, though, when Heather had to come tell me later that I needed to pay before I started my cleaning. How often does one get seen totally naked by one's boss?
Before soaking, I took a brief shower at one of the stations. There are two kinds of showers: one type is at low counters with shoulder-height dividers and taps on both sides, with a mirror at each station. There is a bath tap and a handheld shower head, and you put a plastic basin below it to fill with water. You sit on a plastic stool and can use a small bowl to scoop water onto you, or use the shower head, while you scrub your body down. A number of women were there with friends or relatives, and would take turns scrubbing each other's backs. The other type is a standard shower head attached to the wall. There are no stalls or anything to protect one's privacy, but there is a separate shower room, I noticed. I didn't go in, but I'm sure there are rows of open shower heads in there, too, so there must be some advantage, like extra steam or something, to washing in there.
I chose the former type, it being the more traditional style of shower. In retrospect, I should have bought or brought some sort of scrubbing cloth and really cleaned myself well before going into the tub, but I was thinking what a waste of my time it would be to wash myself really well right before paying someone (25,000 won, by the way) to do it for me. Later I realized that going into the public bath without being super clean was probably against bathhouse etiquette, as they try to keep the water as clean as possible. The hot bath isn't for cleaning; it's for relaxing and opening the pores, then the cold bath is for closing them and invigorating oneself. I noticed after my treatment that one of the baths I'd been in had been emptied, and they later refilled it. I was mildly afraid it was because of me, but I had seen all these old ladies walking around in cotton shirts and lacy underwear (haha) scrubbing the place down, so I imagine it was just time to change the water.
As for the treatment, it was the most bizarre thing ever. The woman who cleaned me told Heather she was scared, because she doesn't speak any English, but Heather said it would be fine. When I was in the tub, the lady called me over 15 minutes early by walking slowly toward me and clapping, then when I turned around to see what the hell, she beckoned me toward her. Heather thought that was hilarious when I told her.
I got on this plastic table, like a massage table, and she started with my face. She put some gunk on it, then used a cloth to rub it off and give me a facial massage. Then she pulled my hair back with one of those long paper-like cloths and put this ground cucumber concoction on my face. While that set, the scrubbing happened. She dumped warm water on me with a basin, put on these square scrubbing mittens and proceeded to rub off half my skin. She scrubbed pretty much every inch of my body from various angles, turning me around in weird positions and manhandling my appendages, for almost an hour. It was kind of brutal, but it didn't really hurt, just was very intense.
I was filthy dirty rotten. Heather was telling me that Koreans don't take showers every day, because up until only a few years ago, hot water from the tap was a little hard to procure. So in recent times they have only been taking showers every couple of days, and before that, when they actually had to heat up water themselves and use the "poor man's shower" method, only about once a week. I guess this is why the bathhouses have always been so popular. Anyway, even though I take a shower (or even two) daily, I'm not nearly as clean as Koreans are. When Koreans do take a shower, they take advantage by scrubbing the hell out of themselves and getting not only dirt, but also dead skin, off themselves. I exfoliate with a Brillo pad currently, but only once every few weeks. I think Americans are under the impression that overexfoliation is bad for the skin or something, but I don't think that's true now.
You know when you rub your skin, you get those little shavings of dead skin rubbing off? Well with this treatment, I had so much dirt and dead skin coming off me that those tiny shavings turned into big grey worms. It was disgusting, and embarrassing. Heather told me Koreans have a word for those things: ddae. I looked it up today, and my dictionary says it means "grime." Seems appropriate. It also means "occasion." As all the ddae was appearing, and the lady kept scrubbing me everywhere, I heard her express what I assume was shock and awe at how dirty I was. I was telling Leon and Heather that I think she got dirt off me from the kindergarten sandbox.
When she finally finished scrubbing, this other lady came in and they dumped buckets full of water all over me and the table, having me lift up to get underneath me, too. Then they removed the face mask and rubbed me down with a soapy bath puff and rinsed me again. The second lady took over at this point for the massage that comes with the treatment. She first put a towel over me and pressed down on my back a bunch through it. Then she lubed me up with a LOT of this extremely slippery lotion and rubbed and pushed on most of my body hard. I think she could feel the pain in the shoulders and neck, and she tried to get the massive knots out for a few minutes. That's impossible, though.
She was also putting me in some weird positions. My favorite one was when she had me on my back, and she pulled my arms down towards the floor behind me, rubbed them there for a moment, then pushed them down and catapulted them back up so they landed smack on the table at my sides. At the end, she had me sit up on the side of the table so she could do some stuff, then she just pushed me off onto the floor, as I was so slippery. I didn't fall or anything, don't worry. The whole thing took about 75 minutes, almost twice what Heather told me it would be, as there was so much dirt on me. The result of this whole thing was crazy. My skin was glowing, smooth, and softer than it's ever been, and I think she scrubbed a couple years off my face, and more off my body.
The best, as in funniest and strangest, thing about this treatment was that it was topless, at least the scrubbing part. The first lady was probably about 50 and was just wearing these black spandex shorts, and there was this laugh riot going on in my head the whole time about getting a topless cleaning treatment from an old lady. The second lady had on a bra, at least, but with her I ended up getting the female version of teabagged, as she bent over my head to massage my stomach and I got a nice faceful of middle aged cleavage.
After rinsing off the lube and getting my little sauna outfit back on, I went back up to see if Heather and Leon were still up. This facility is open 24 hours and people are allowed to stay overnight. A lot of people use the 24-hour saunas instead of hotels, as it's cheap and you get so much out of it. It was after 1:30 by this time, and there were a number of people sprawled out all over the floor in the jjimjilbang floor lobby, hallways, and rooms. I wandered around looking, and found Leon still awake, but ready to sleep in the hallway. Heather was in a room next door. I was feeling really awake from the whole ordeal, so I hung out in some of the rooms for a while before trying to sleep.
The rooms were all different. Some of them had stones like amethyst or rose crystal set into every inch of the walls and ceilings, and others had walls made of different materials beyond stones and crystals, like wood, rubber, or metal. One room was called the Silver Room and was floored and walled with silver and gold-colored rubber that had little bumps stamped "99.9% silver." Liars. After a bit of that, I went downstairs and washed my hair and rewashed my body so I could go back into the baths. When I was in the baths the first time, there were two hot baths. One was at the normal temperature for a hot tub, and the other felt like it was close to boiling. It was so hot that when I first put my foot in it, I thought it was cold. I tried sitting in it both before my scrub and now at about 2:30, but I could never get fully into the water, just sit on the bench with it up to my midbelly, and I couldn't stay in it for more than five minutes. It actually turned my skin red, and made my heart pound so hard I could see my chest moving. I tried the supercold bath after this, and after the lobster pot, it seemed ice cold. I was pretty disappointed that the second time I tried the baths, both the hot baths were at the uncomfortably hot temperature. I had looked forward to sitting in a hot tub and soaking for a long time this time.
I tried the steam room next, and that was pretty cool. It had amethysts in it, too. Then I decided I should try to sleep, as we were planning to get up early in the morning for McDonald's breakfast before Heather had to go into work. I went into the Ox Bezoar Room again, so I could sleep in one of the little tombs and not have to deal with being looked at or tripped over. After some time being uncomfortable on the hard floor, with just a wooden block and my towel for a pillow, and also getting way too hot after a while, I went out to try the hall. I still had to deal with being on the floor, this time with no block, but the temperature was reasonable. But as I can never sleep well away from home, even with a bed, I eventually had to accept my fate and enjoy the place the whole night through. I went into pretty much all the rooms over the next few hours, including the ice room, which really looked and felt like the inside of a freezer. I talked to a couple young Koreans in there who spoke English.
I kept going back down to the locker rooms to see if I could catch it empty enough to take some pictures, but every time I went for the camera, some clothed or unclothed women came around. I didn't want to take any pictures with anyone in the room, in case they were afraid I would take pictures of them. So sorry, no pictures. At about 4:30, when I was down there, Heather came down to take a shower. I figured she'd sleep deeper into the morning, but I guess it's hard to stay asleep with people walking through and whispering all night. I went back up and hung out some more, and met up with her later. We sat around in a couple of the rooms until after 7, when we figured it was time to wake up Leon and get to McDonalds. I took one more shower before we left. What an experience.
We went to the jjimjilbang after work last night. It was really nice--it was decorated like a luxury hotel. The entrance fee was 10,000 won (about $7), which gave us (Heather, Leon, and I) access to the gender-segregated locker rooms, baths in varying temperatures, showers, sauna room, and steam room, as well as the coed jjimjilbang floor, which has about ten sauna rooms ranging from about 30 to about 80 degrees Celsius, as well as an ice room, and a restaurant. I'm a little pissed about the men's facilities. Apparently the guys get a mud bath and a gym, possibly other stuff I don't know about. What the hell?
We first went to our respective facilities to put on the elastic-waistband cotton shorts and the t-shirt we were given for the jjimjilbang floor and went up there to meet Leon. He evidently misunderstood our plan, though, because after we waited for like 15 minutes for him to come downstairs, Heather had to go make an announcement on the PA for him to get his ass moving and meet us. Apparently he had been enjoying the lavish amenities of his floor, and got laughed at by the other men as he was called for and had to skulk out of there.
We tried some of the rooms for a while--the Ox Bezoar Room, which had little caves to lie in and sit in 32-degree comfort, then a slightly hotter sauna at 41 degrees. The saunas don't tend to have benches or anything in them. At most there is a bamboo mat on the floor and small pillows or wooden blocks with neck rests for lying down. After about a half hour we went to the restaurant, as we'd already been hungry when we got there. Then I had to go back to the women's floor to soak in the bath for a while. I had read online about the professional scrubdown you can get at these places, and I knew I could benefit from that. Heather made me an appointment for 12:30, and she said it would be good to soak in the hot water to soften up my skin before most of it was scrubbed away.
This being the first time I've been in a public place where naked people were walking around, I felt a little modest. I was particularly conspicuous being the only white person there, and I think I got a few stares at first. Nudity among strangers is part of Korean life, though, what with bathhouses like this and open showers at gyms and the like, so they got used to me pretty quickly, and after a while, I wasn't so shy. It was kind of awkward, though, when Heather had to come tell me later that I needed to pay before I started my cleaning. How often does one get seen totally naked by one's boss?
Before soaking, I took a brief shower at one of the stations. There are two kinds of showers: one type is at low counters with shoulder-height dividers and taps on both sides, with a mirror at each station. There is a bath tap and a handheld shower head, and you put a plastic basin below it to fill with water. You sit on a plastic stool and can use a small bowl to scoop water onto you, or use the shower head, while you scrub your body down. A number of women were there with friends or relatives, and would take turns scrubbing each other's backs. The other type is a standard shower head attached to the wall. There are no stalls or anything to protect one's privacy, but there is a separate shower room, I noticed. I didn't go in, but I'm sure there are rows of open shower heads in there, too, so there must be some advantage, like extra steam or something, to washing in there.
I chose the former type, it being the more traditional style of shower. In retrospect, I should have bought or brought some sort of scrubbing cloth and really cleaned myself well before going into the tub, but I was thinking what a waste of my time it would be to wash myself really well right before paying someone (25,000 won, by the way) to do it for me. Later I realized that going into the public bath without being super clean was probably against bathhouse etiquette, as they try to keep the water as clean as possible. The hot bath isn't for cleaning; it's for relaxing and opening the pores, then the cold bath is for closing them and invigorating oneself. I noticed after my treatment that one of the baths I'd been in had been emptied, and they later refilled it. I was mildly afraid it was because of me, but I had seen all these old ladies walking around in cotton shirts and lacy underwear (haha) scrubbing the place down, so I imagine it was just time to change the water.
As for the treatment, it was the most bizarre thing ever. The woman who cleaned me told Heather she was scared, because she doesn't speak any English, but Heather said it would be fine. When I was in the tub, the lady called me over 15 minutes early by walking slowly toward me and clapping, then when I turned around to see what the hell, she beckoned me toward her. Heather thought that was hilarious when I told her.
I got on this plastic table, like a massage table, and she started with my face. She put some gunk on it, then used a cloth to rub it off and give me a facial massage. Then she pulled my hair back with one of those long paper-like cloths and put this ground cucumber concoction on my face. While that set, the scrubbing happened. She dumped warm water on me with a basin, put on these square scrubbing mittens and proceeded to rub off half my skin. She scrubbed pretty much every inch of my body from various angles, turning me around in weird positions and manhandling my appendages, for almost an hour. It was kind of brutal, but it didn't really hurt, just was very intense.
I was filthy dirty rotten. Heather was telling me that Koreans don't take showers every day, because up until only a few years ago, hot water from the tap was a little hard to procure. So in recent times they have only been taking showers every couple of days, and before that, when they actually had to heat up water themselves and use the "poor man's shower" method, only about once a week. I guess this is why the bathhouses have always been so popular. Anyway, even though I take a shower (or even two) daily, I'm not nearly as clean as Koreans are. When Koreans do take a shower, they take advantage by scrubbing the hell out of themselves and getting not only dirt, but also dead skin, off themselves. I exfoliate with a Brillo pad currently, but only once every few weeks. I think Americans are under the impression that overexfoliation is bad for the skin or something, but I don't think that's true now.
You know when you rub your skin, you get those little shavings of dead skin rubbing off? Well with this treatment, I had so much dirt and dead skin coming off me that those tiny shavings turned into big grey worms. It was disgusting, and embarrassing. Heather told me Koreans have a word for those things: ddae. I looked it up today, and my dictionary says it means "grime." Seems appropriate. It also means "occasion." As all the ddae was appearing, and the lady kept scrubbing me everywhere, I heard her express what I assume was shock and awe at how dirty I was. I was telling Leon and Heather that I think she got dirt off me from the kindergarten sandbox.
When she finally finished scrubbing, this other lady came in and they dumped buckets full of water all over me and the table, having me lift up to get underneath me, too. Then they removed the face mask and rubbed me down with a soapy bath puff and rinsed me again. The second lady took over at this point for the massage that comes with the treatment. She first put a towel over me and pressed down on my back a bunch through it. Then she lubed me up with a LOT of this extremely slippery lotion and rubbed and pushed on most of my body hard. I think she could feel the pain in the shoulders and neck, and she tried to get the massive knots out for a few minutes. That's impossible, though.
She was also putting me in some weird positions. My favorite one was when she had me on my back, and she pulled my arms down towards the floor behind me, rubbed them there for a moment, then pushed them down and catapulted them back up so they landed smack on the table at my sides. At the end, she had me sit up on the side of the table so she could do some stuff, then she just pushed me off onto the floor, as I was so slippery. I didn't fall or anything, don't worry. The whole thing took about 75 minutes, almost twice what Heather told me it would be, as there was so much dirt on me. The result of this whole thing was crazy. My skin was glowing, smooth, and softer than it's ever been, and I think she scrubbed a couple years off my face, and more off my body.
The best, as in funniest and strangest, thing about this treatment was that it was topless, at least the scrubbing part. The first lady was probably about 50 and was just wearing these black spandex shorts, and there was this laugh riot going on in my head the whole time about getting a topless cleaning treatment from an old lady. The second lady had on a bra, at least, but with her I ended up getting the female version of teabagged, as she bent over my head to massage my stomach and I got a nice faceful of middle aged cleavage.
After rinsing off the lube and getting my little sauna outfit back on, I went back up to see if Heather and Leon were still up. This facility is open 24 hours and people are allowed to stay overnight. A lot of people use the 24-hour saunas instead of hotels, as it's cheap and you get so much out of it. It was after 1:30 by this time, and there were a number of people sprawled out all over the floor in the jjimjilbang floor lobby, hallways, and rooms. I wandered around looking, and found Leon still awake, but ready to sleep in the hallway. Heather was in a room next door. I was feeling really awake from the whole ordeal, so I hung out in some of the rooms for a while before trying to sleep.
The rooms were all different. Some of them had stones like amethyst or rose crystal set into every inch of the walls and ceilings, and others had walls made of different materials beyond stones and crystals, like wood, rubber, or metal. One room was called the Silver Room and was floored and walled with silver and gold-colored rubber that had little bumps stamped "99.9% silver." Liars. After a bit of that, I went downstairs and washed my hair and rewashed my body so I could go back into the baths. When I was in the baths the first time, there were two hot baths. One was at the normal temperature for a hot tub, and the other felt like it was close to boiling. It was so hot that when I first put my foot in it, I thought it was cold. I tried sitting in it both before my scrub and now at about 2:30, but I could never get fully into the water, just sit on the bench with it up to my midbelly, and I couldn't stay in it for more than five minutes. It actually turned my skin red, and made my heart pound so hard I could see my chest moving. I tried the supercold bath after this, and after the lobster pot, it seemed ice cold. I was pretty disappointed that the second time I tried the baths, both the hot baths were at the uncomfortably hot temperature. I had looked forward to sitting in a hot tub and soaking for a long time this time.
I tried the steam room next, and that was pretty cool. It had amethysts in it, too. Then I decided I should try to sleep, as we were planning to get up early in the morning for McDonald's breakfast before Heather had to go into work. I went into the Ox Bezoar Room again, so I could sleep in one of the little tombs and not have to deal with being looked at or tripped over. After some time being uncomfortable on the hard floor, with just a wooden block and my towel for a pillow, and also getting way too hot after a while, I went out to try the hall. I still had to deal with being on the floor, this time with no block, but the temperature was reasonable. But as I can never sleep well away from home, even with a bed, I eventually had to accept my fate and enjoy the place the whole night through. I went into pretty much all the rooms over the next few hours, including the ice room, which really looked and felt like the inside of a freezer. I talked to a couple young Koreans in there who spoke English.
I kept going back down to the locker rooms to see if I could catch it empty enough to take some pictures, but every time I went for the camera, some clothed or unclothed women came around. I didn't want to take any pictures with anyone in the room, in case they were afraid I would take pictures of them. So sorry, no pictures. At about 4:30, when I was down there, Heather came down to take a shower. I figured she'd sleep deeper into the morning, but I guess it's hard to stay asleep with people walking through and whispering all night. I went back up and hung out some more, and met up with her later. We sat around in a couple of the rooms until after 7, when we figured it was time to wake up Leon and get to McDonalds. I took one more shower before we left. What an experience.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
How Am I Doing?
A couple people have recently told me how facty or complainy or detached my blog posts have been of late. So... how am I doing?
Pretty good.
End communication.
But seriously...
It's been just under eleven months now, and I'm in the process of extending my contract until the end of May. I recently sent my passport to a travel agency to get a visa to go to Vietnam for winter break, and was sweating its return. My Korean visa expires on December 20th, and I knew I would have to go to immigration to renew it. When I told Mingyu about needing to get there immediately so I would get it back in time for my trip, he laughed at me. He said it only took two days.
The next day he ate his words. Since I arrived here on the cusp of some major changes to the regulations regarding acquiring teaching visas here, I now have to resubmit a health check and a criminal background check. The health check is no big deal, the the background check has been stressing me out something awful. I found out that the local Los Angeles background check and clearance letter I got wasn't even necessary, and my employers never had to show it to the government. Now I have to get a state-level check, which requires fingerprints, and authentication from the Secretary of State in Sacramento. My brain almost exploded trying to figure out exactly what I have to do. After hours of searching the internet by both me and Heather, calling the US embassy, listening to a recorded message from the Department of Justice, then back to the internet for more specific directions, I think I have a handle on it. It just requires getting fingerprints here, mailing stuff to Sacramento, waiting for it to come back, sending it back to Sacramento to another office, and waiting for it to come back again.
Although I received special permission to leave the country during my vacation, since it falls within my original contract dates, I will not be allowed to leave Korea after January 18, until all my documents are in. Since it will probably take about two months for that to happen, I have to trash my plans to go to Japan during the Lunar New Year at the end of January. I'm pretty upset about that, especially since that will by my last long weekend before I go home. There are no more holidays until May, and that one falls on a Tuesday.
So I've been pretty stressed out lately, what with this, planning my birthday, Thanksgiving, and now Christmas is coming up. I lose more hair in the shower than I'd really like, but that's been happening the whole time. I think it's just the constant stress of being away from home that does it.
Beyond all that, life has been going relatively smoothly, but with some low points. I often find myself extremely irritable at work. I find outlets by pretend-yelling at my students all day. Sometimes I scream "NO!" at them no matter what they say to me for a few minutes. They find that pretty funny. They seem to find anything I say to them funny, as long as it's unrelated to teaching. I often say things like, "I don't like you, go away," or "Get away from me," but they always laugh. I'm glad they can take a joke. I think it has something to do with my being foreign. They don't take anything I say seriously, because I'm considered part of an inferior race.
But I am enjoying myself. My first eight months here I went on trips to national parks, visited the air base up north, vacationed in Thailand, went to the famous Boryeong Mud Festivel, and went on a few field trips with my bosses. I've been taking it easy the last couple months, what with the boyfriend gone now, but I still get to do things I enjoy. I see movies quite often, go out drinking with Leon, go out to restaurants with Heather, and go on the occasional field trip with her or hang out at her house and play Wii and watch movies. Next week she's taking me and Leon to a bathhouse at a hot spring in Gyeongju, which I'm really looking forward to. I was a bit apprehensive about the whole bathhouse thing for a long time, because it's such a naked place, but I think I can forego a little modesty for a real cultural experience.
This is probably the best place I've lived, despite missing American food, not getting any personal space in public, and being generally pissed about the faulty education and work systems in the country. Here I don't need a car, and can get pretty much wherever I want for cheap on the bus or train; I have a nice apartment that's free; people are friendly but they don't bother me (except for those retail workers who follow customers around); it's easy to travel both nationally and internationally; medical care is mostly cheap and easily accessible; and I don't dread going to work every day. And now I finally have a friend I don't have to travel 2-5 hours to see. It's miraculous.
Living abroad has had its ups and downs, but it's mostly decent. In any case, it's interesting, enough to make me willing to stay for an extra five months. Honestly, I'd rather be coming home in January, but because I'm not even close to my original goal of paying off the last $7000 of my private students loans (let alone the federal ones), I feel the need to stay longer and make some more money. I am strongly considering coming back to Korea, even Kate LA, though, after a summer back home visiting friends and family and relaxing a bit (I hope), so I'm definitely not sick of the place. It would just be nice to get a decent burger for once.
Pretty good.
End communication.
But seriously...
It's been just under eleven months now, and I'm in the process of extending my contract until the end of May. I recently sent my passport to a travel agency to get a visa to go to Vietnam for winter break, and was sweating its return. My Korean visa expires on December 20th, and I knew I would have to go to immigration to renew it. When I told Mingyu about needing to get there immediately so I would get it back in time for my trip, he laughed at me. He said it only took two days.
The next day he ate his words. Since I arrived here on the cusp of some major changes to the regulations regarding acquiring teaching visas here, I now have to resubmit a health check and a criminal background check. The health check is no big deal, the the background check has been stressing me out something awful. I found out that the local Los Angeles background check and clearance letter I got wasn't even necessary, and my employers never had to show it to the government. Now I have to get a state-level check, which requires fingerprints, and authentication from the Secretary of State in Sacramento. My brain almost exploded trying to figure out exactly what I have to do. After hours of searching the internet by both me and Heather, calling the US embassy, listening to a recorded message from the Department of Justice, then back to the internet for more specific directions, I think I have a handle on it. It just requires getting fingerprints here, mailing stuff to Sacramento, waiting for it to come back, sending it back to Sacramento to another office, and waiting for it to come back again.
Although I received special permission to leave the country during my vacation, since it falls within my original contract dates, I will not be allowed to leave Korea after January 18, until all my documents are in. Since it will probably take about two months for that to happen, I have to trash my plans to go to Japan during the Lunar New Year at the end of January. I'm pretty upset about that, especially since that will by my last long weekend before I go home. There are no more holidays until May, and that one falls on a Tuesday.
So I've been pretty stressed out lately, what with this, planning my birthday, Thanksgiving, and now Christmas is coming up. I lose more hair in the shower than I'd really like, but that's been happening the whole time. I think it's just the constant stress of being away from home that does it.
Beyond all that, life has been going relatively smoothly, but with some low points. I often find myself extremely irritable at work. I find outlets by pretend-yelling at my students all day. Sometimes I scream "NO!" at them no matter what they say to me for a few minutes. They find that pretty funny. They seem to find anything I say to them funny, as long as it's unrelated to teaching. I often say things like, "I don't like you, go away," or "Get away from me," but they always laugh. I'm glad they can take a joke. I think it has something to do with my being foreign. They don't take anything I say seriously, because I'm considered part of an inferior race.
But I am enjoying myself. My first eight months here I went on trips to national parks, visited the air base up north, vacationed in Thailand, went to the famous Boryeong Mud Festivel, and went on a few field trips with my bosses. I've been taking it easy the last couple months, what with the boyfriend gone now, but I still get to do things I enjoy. I see movies quite often, go out drinking with Leon, go out to restaurants with Heather, and go on the occasional field trip with her or hang out at her house and play Wii and watch movies. Next week she's taking me and Leon to a bathhouse at a hot spring in Gyeongju, which I'm really looking forward to. I was a bit apprehensive about the whole bathhouse thing for a long time, because it's such a naked place, but I think I can forego a little modesty for a real cultural experience.
This is probably the best place I've lived, despite missing American food, not getting any personal space in public, and being generally pissed about the faulty education and work systems in the country. Here I don't need a car, and can get pretty much wherever I want for cheap on the bus or train; I have a nice apartment that's free; people are friendly but they don't bother me (except for those retail workers who follow customers around); it's easy to travel both nationally and internationally; medical care is mostly cheap and easily accessible; and I don't dread going to work every day. And now I finally have a friend I don't have to travel 2-5 hours to see. It's miraculous.
Living abroad has had its ups and downs, but it's mostly decent. In any case, it's interesting, enough to make me willing to stay for an extra five months. Honestly, I'd rather be coming home in January, but because I'm not even close to my original goal of paying off the last $7000 of my private students loans (let alone the federal ones), I feel the need to stay longer and make some more money. I am strongly considering coming back to Korea, even Kate LA, though, after a summer back home visiting friends and family and relaxing a bit (I hope), so I'm definitely not sick of the place. It would just be nice to get a decent burger for once.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Miscellany
In Korea:
Envelopes aren't self-sealing. You have to glue them shut, or tape them. There are bottles of clear, liquid squeeze-glue at every customer station in the post offices.
Automatic doors require your nose to be about two inches away before they open for you. I used to feel like I was going to run into the stupid things before I got through. It's kind of like all those moments in the movies, like Independence Day, when the doors are closing and the ship has to turn sideways or something to get through the tiny hole. Then the pursuing ships all crash into the finally closed doors.
Many automatic doors require a button to be pushed before the open. I guess they no longer qualify as automatic doors, just futuristic easy doors.
Most doors have handles, not doorknobs. Bathroom doors seem to be the major exception, but not a consistent one.
Door locks can never be locked from the outside, that I've noticed. It's impossible to lock yourself out. The posh apartment buildings don't even give you keys. You get a high tech security-coded door with video surveillance on the doorbell. Shmancy.
People constantly spit on the sidewalk. Like loogey-hacking, too. A lot of foreigners find this annoying.
Loud eating is totally okay. Slurping and smacking are a normal part of the Korean meal practice. I read in a guidebook that it's understandable, because Korean food is spicier than our food, so that's just a way of cooling off the mouth.
Korean food is not spicy. THEY all think it is. They always warn foreigners about all this spicy food that is on the plate, and then we eat it and just laugh at them. The only food that I've had here so far that has challenged me was from an Indian fusion restaurant. I just want to shake this whole country of damn pansies. I'm sure there is spicy food out there, but it doesn't seem very common.
I've said this before, but most Korean food is either red, because it's soaked in that atrocious red pepper, or green, because it's seaweed or leaves. I haaaate that.
Koreans think EVERYTHING they do is good for your health, and everything WE do causes cancer. Leon told me today that a kid told him that bread causes cancer.
Koreans hold a grudge, communally. They haaaate China and Japan and most of them hate the US. All they ever talk about is melamine, imperialism (not their words), and mad cow disease. But they don't hesitate to use the products, play the video games, and follow that fashion. I guess that happens everywhere.
There are tons of old people permanently bent at a 90 degree angle from so many decades of strenuous field work.
Pedestrian traffic lights turn green for about two seconds, then start blinking, and the continue blinking for 20 or 30 seconds, or even a minute, then they turn red. So you never know, unless you understand the traffic patterns, if it's okay to cross, and people often hold up traffic or almost get hit, because they took a chance and were wrong.
Scooters don't have to follow traffic laws. Half the cars don't follow them, either, unless in high-traffic areas.
Public restrooms don't have hot water. I really wish that weren't so.
Small faces are extremely attractive, due to the novelty, I guess. Koreans often have wide faces. Everywhere I go, I'm told about my small face. Even Heather's four-year-old nephew remarked on it.
ANY body fat is entirely unacceptable, and many people are relentlessly cruel about it.
There are no cookie sheets.
They've never heard of pudding.
Music is piped out of loudspeakers in places it shouldn't be, like parks and parking lots. Some parks even have massive tv screens.
Cell phones come with two batteries, but no charger.
People's hips and groins are much more flexible, due to sitting cross-legged on the floor so much.
There are no napkins, only toilet paper and tissues.
Ceilings are wallpapered.
Sun exposure is practically forbidden to women over the age of 45 or so.
Doorbells play a mutilated Muzak version of Fur Elise.
You cannot write people's names in red, because that is only done for the dead.
Hospitals and some other buildings don't have a correctly labeled fourth floor. The word for "four" and "death" are the same, so superstition dictates that it's an unlucky number. Buildings that follow this supersition either go from three to five when labeling the floors, or call the fourth floor "F Floor."
There are two flower shops on every block.
Mailboxes in apartment buildings are not always locked, and in smaller buildings, each floor shares one mailbox.
Most of the websites that show tv programs that I want to watch are not supported.
More than half of Korean children wear corrective lenses, because they spend about twelve hours a day in class or doing homework, and in their free time they play video games.
Envelopes aren't self-sealing. You have to glue them shut, or tape them. There are bottles of clear, liquid squeeze-glue at every customer station in the post offices.
Automatic doors require your nose to be about two inches away before they open for you. I used to feel like I was going to run into the stupid things before I got through. It's kind of like all those moments in the movies, like Independence Day, when the doors are closing and the ship has to turn sideways or something to get through the tiny hole. Then the pursuing ships all crash into the finally closed doors.
Many automatic doors require a button to be pushed before the open. I guess they no longer qualify as automatic doors, just futuristic easy doors.
Most doors have handles, not doorknobs. Bathroom doors seem to be the major exception, but not a consistent one.
Door locks can never be locked from the outside, that I've noticed. It's impossible to lock yourself out. The posh apartment buildings don't even give you keys. You get a high tech security-coded door with video surveillance on the doorbell. Shmancy.
People constantly spit on the sidewalk. Like loogey-hacking, too. A lot of foreigners find this annoying.
Loud eating is totally okay. Slurping and smacking are a normal part of the Korean meal practice. I read in a guidebook that it's understandable, because Korean food is spicier than our food, so that's just a way of cooling off the mouth.
Korean food is not spicy. THEY all think it is. They always warn foreigners about all this spicy food that is on the plate, and then we eat it and just laugh at them. The only food that I've had here so far that has challenged me was from an Indian fusion restaurant. I just want to shake this whole country of damn pansies. I'm sure there is spicy food out there, but it doesn't seem very common.
I've said this before, but most Korean food is either red, because it's soaked in that atrocious red pepper, or green, because it's seaweed or leaves. I haaaate that.
Koreans think EVERYTHING they do is good for your health, and everything WE do causes cancer. Leon told me today that a kid told him that bread causes cancer.
Koreans hold a grudge, communally. They haaaate China and Japan and most of them hate the US. All they ever talk about is melamine, imperialism (not their words), and mad cow disease. But they don't hesitate to use the products, play the video games, and follow that fashion. I guess that happens everywhere.
There are tons of old people permanently bent at a 90 degree angle from so many decades of strenuous field work.
Pedestrian traffic lights turn green for about two seconds, then start blinking, and the continue blinking for 20 or 30 seconds, or even a minute, then they turn red. So you never know, unless you understand the traffic patterns, if it's okay to cross, and people often hold up traffic or almost get hit, because they took a chance and were wrong.
Scooters don't have to follow traffic laws. Half the cars don't follow them, either, unless in high-traffic areas.
Public restrooms don't have hot water. I really wish that weren't so.
Small faces are extremely attractive, due to the novelty, I guess. Koreans often have wide faces. Everywhere I go, I'm told about my small face. Even Heather's four-year-old nephew remarked on it.
ANY body fat is entirely unacceptable, and many people are relentlessly cruel about it.
There are no cookie sheets.
They've never heard of pudding.
Music is piped out of loudspeakers in places it shouldn't be, like parks and parking lots. Some parks even have massive tv screens.
Cell phones come with two batteries, but no charger.
People's hips and groins are much more flexible, due to sitting cross-legged on the floor so much.
There are no napkins, only toilet paper and tissues.
Ceilings are wallpapered.
Sun exposure is practically forbidden to women over the age of 45 or so.
Doorbells play a mutilated Muzak version of Fur Elise.
You cannot write people's names in red, because that is only done for the dead.
Hospitals and some other buildings don't have a correctly labeled fourth floor. The word for "four" and "death" are the same, so superstition dictates that it's an unlucky number. Buildings that follow this supersition either go from three to five when labeling the floors, or call the fourth floor "F Floor."
There are two flower shops on every block.
Mailboxes in apartment buildings are not always locked, and in smaller buildings, each floor shares one mailbox.
Most of the websites that show tv programs that I want to watch are not supported.
More than half of Korean children wear corrective lenses, because they spend about twelve hours a day in class or doing homework, and in their free time they play video games.
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