08 March 2017

The Rescuers

Holy shitballs, you guys! I've been doing this blog for 11 years! Crazy times! I was too slack last year to do anything for it's 10 year anniversary special. And honestly, I'm too uninspired to do anything about it now. But it just occurred to me that it had been that long, and I felt like it needed to be noted. With some expletives.

Anyway. Here we are, 2017, eleven years and quite a few addresses later. Maybe one day I'll do some sort of re-cap with some memories or something fun. But maybe not. I'm really inconsistent. But even just writing that post yesterday helped me feel a little better about my newly unemployed life, so I'm going to try and keep it going for a least this time of doing nothing. I'm lucky, this time around, though because spring is on it's way. Nice weather makes life much better. Winter here wasn't that bad, but any weather under 60F is pretty miserable in my book.

Ok, got off track. "Now back to the good stuff!" In case you missed my last post, I have decided to watch all the Disney movies and then write a post about them. Remember when blogs about doing ALL of something were popular? Like cooking all of Julia Child's recipes? Or making a bunch of sandwiches..or something? I don't remember. I'm bringing it back! This is also to keep me focused on something, even if it is completely insignificant. I tend to fall into a dark hole when I have periods of unemployment, so I am hoping this gives me some feeling of purpose and honestly, a reason to get out of bed. Yay! Depression! I know everyone is all, oh I would love all that free time! Yeah, you might, for like a week or two. And then you get stir crazy because you don't want to spend money because uh, you're jobless and also all your friends work so it's just you hanging out in your tiny apartment until your husband comes home at 11 pm. Also, I'm a weirdo, and I actually like working and being productive and I do MUCH better with structure and a schedule. Left to my own devices, I will stare at the wall, or my phone, all day, and then can't believe an entire day went by. Seriously, if I take a shower, it's a huge accomplishment.

Oh, and quickly-my Disney history: LOVE DISNEY. Grew up watching the movies..managed to evolve into a functioning, feminist adult, even with all it's evil ways (sarcasm) and love (almost) all of them. I didn't really have a favorite princess growing up. I was a tomboy until college, but I kind of just liked them all. My favorite recent one is Rapunzel because she's a badass and don't need no man rescuing her, thank you very much! Also, I've been to 5 of the 7 Disney parks and am planning to go to the new Shanghai one this summer. Then Paris will be the only one I haven't been to, but don't worry, it's on the list. I have some favorite movies, but I think I'll save my stories for the posts. I am a pretty low level Disney fan, compared to some of the hard core people I've come across on the internet while looking for Disney park tips. But, I do have some awesome Minnie earrings and I am currently wearing my Tokyo Disney t-shirt...so, yeah. I consider myself a true fan. Oh, and I also went to Hong Kong Disney...alone. That is some true Disney dedication. It wasn't that bad, though.

Anyway! Here we go! Last night, I watched The Rescuers.


Guys, I actually super love this movie.

Side story. When I went to Tokyo Disney Sea, I found a Rescuers pen and was REALLY excited because most of the Disney merchandise these days is focused on princesses, or more recent movies. This movie was a childhood favorite and finding this pen made me very happy. I brought it back to Korea with me and someone at my school stole it. The end. Shitty story, huh? Yeah, I'll be mad about that for the rest of my life. A plague on the house of whoever stole it.

Ok, back to the movie. My new favorite ADD past time is look up the movie I'm watching and read all about it. Since I apparently can longer just sit and watch a movie, Wikipedia is my bestie. This movie came out in 1977, so I really don't know how I came to love it so much, since I wasn't even around for another eight years. Also, what the heck, it's crazy sad! I mean, the ending is nice but the middle bits are just heartbreaking! I was ready to call up an orphanage and adopt anyone and everyone named Penny.

I didn't adopt anyone, but I did enjoy the voice acting of Bob Newhart and Eva Garbor, who are the two main mice, Bernard and Bianca. Yay alliteration! I also really like the music in this movie, especially the Rescue Aid Society anthem. "R-E-S-C-U-E, Rescue Aid Society!" It's catchy, yall. I also appreciate hearing the voices from other movies popping up. Like the drunk muskrat who was, among other characters, the Sheriff of Nottingham in another old favorite, Robin Hood. And yeah, let's talk about how Luke the muskrat was a total drunk, milking a jug of moonshine the whole movie. There were apparently a lot less rules about what could and couldn't go in a kids movie back in the 70s. Fine by me, I appreciate a muskrat that knows how to have a good time. Plus, he whipped Evinrude's ass back into gear, so whatever.

Other favorites were Orville the sassy albatross, and Rufus, the wise old cat that get Bernard and Bianca pointed in the right direction. I also read on Wiki that the character of Mr. Snoops was based on a Disney historian (HOW DO I GET THAT JOB?) and they basically tricked him into modeling for the drawings, which I think is pretty hilarious. And how special is it that he now gets to be part of Disney forever?! So special! I was thinking the other day about how incredibly awesome it would be to be part of the Disney canon, in any capacity. This crossed my mind while I was watching, and dying of jealousy, Auli'i Cravalho (Moana) sing at the Oscars.

Anyway. Um yeah, I haven't really decided how these posts are going to work. I don't want to summarize because you can just watch it for yourself. I will say that the cave scene is hella scary and I was legit getting nervous for poor Penny down there. And why was Medusa allowed to take her from the orphanage? Did I miss something? I was probably distracted reading about the movie instead of just watching the damn thing. I just really like behind the scenes information, OK!? For instance, I learned that the scene with Rescue Aid Society includes mice delegates from Arab countries, which is significant. The more you know....

For my last bit of wisdom, this was apparently the most successful Disney film to that date, and was the last "successful" film until the "Disney Renaissance" when The Little Mermaid was released in 1989. I don't really like that term "Disney Renaissance" because I think Disney was always great, but who the hell cares what I think? No one. Not even my husband because he's just like, whatever please get a job.

So there you go. One film down, lots more to go. This was so fun! Maybe I won't even look for a job and this will just be what I do from now on. Just a full time Disney...um, commenter? What is called when a person with no authority or significance offers their opinions about a subject? Just the Internet, I guess.

Dream big, people!


07 March 2017

March Chicken

What in the tarnation, how did it get to be 2017? And March, no less. The lack of posting is frankly, embarrassing. But also, ain't nobody reading this, so what is the point of even feeling embarrassed? There is none, but I try to do the things I say I am going to do, and I failed miserably on this end.

Anyway, here we are. March. 2017. Year of the chicken, and back to square one. Everything is different, but everything is the same. Let's do a quick re-cap of the past..year? Last time I posted was August, and things have taken a drastic turn since then.

Ok, so for starters, I got married! That is obviously huge, and I can't even begin to summarize, so maybe I'll just make a whole other post for that. I mean, probably not, given my track record, but it definitely deserves it's own stand alone post. A wedding is kind of a big deal and mine was a DOOZY. Korean weddings, yall. It's been five months and I still don't think I have completely processed the whole ordeal. So yeah, let's get back to that at another time.

Oh, and back in August I had a job at an after-school program and now..I don't! I could. not. stand. it. It was beyond boring and turns out, I hate teaching! I think I kind of always knew that, but it hit me in a BIG way at this job and I just couldn't handle it anymore. My brain was rotting. I don't *hate* kids, persay, but I also don't really find them amusing/inspiring/worthy of my time, the way that teachers should. And the older they get, the less appealing they are, so it was really just not a good situation, for me or the kids. Plus, dear lord, the Korean academy system is so broken...that is also a whole other post I probably wont' write, but anyway. I'm not teaching anymore.

So yea, I quit at the end of September, which kind of worked out perfect because then I could focus on my wedding and "planning" everything. I wrote "planning" because there isn't much actual planning involved in a Korean wedding, at least for mine. I did have to prepare for both sets of my parents coming, so I pretended making an itinerary needed my full devotion. It didn't, but it was nice to have some time to prepare myself for the madness. My parents came, we explored, I got married, they left and I was left jobless, without anything to plan. So, I started a pie business!

A Pie Story launched in October and it's been a nice little learning experience. Just FYI, pies are not that popular, or easy to come by, in Korea, and since I am pretty good at making them, I decided to fill a niche. I like all the business stuff, promoting and all that, but actually making pie is not super fun for me. I don't dislike it, but it's not my life's passion. Also, I have a tiny kitchen and washing dishes is such a bitch. Anyway, it's been... fine? I had a pretty good run around the holidays, and had steady orders for 2-3 months. It kind of tapered off after Christmas, but I was ok with that because I had found a full-time NON TEACHING job in December. The dream! Turns out, it wasn't actually my dream, I just really didn't want to teach. I enjoyed it ok, but it had a very weird, Korean vibe to it. Yes, that sounds terrible, but if you have ever lived in Korea, or worked at a Korean company, I think you know exactly what I am talking about. My experience is obviously not what happens in every Korean company, but it's not unique here. Everyone worked late, there was no sense of community, people rarely spoke to me, and they didn't even acknowledge Christmas, which made me so sad. And oh my stars, the runaround I had to go through to get anything done. An example:

I am using a machine that requires batteries. I was told to use this machine by Person T. So I tell person T, the batteries in the machine are dying. He says ask Person J. Person J says oh, you have to ask Person B to buy them for you. Ok, got it. Two weeks later, batteries are dead again. I ask Person B. GUESS who she tells me I'm supposed to ask. PERSON T. Give me strength, any deity of higher power. So, yeah, a lot of my days were spent biting my tongue and screaming internally.

Also, I was never given any feedback, praise, or criticisms of any kind, but they decided not to renew my contract after my three month trial contract finished. This came as a shock to everyone, since I was really the only native English speaker left at a company that teaches English. So, yeah. That was some good times for my self esteem. I have been assured it's because the company is actually short on money, and it doesn't really have anything to do with the quality of work I was doing, but I also learned that I don't trust anyone, so you never know. But! It doesn't matter, because I can't dwell on it and I can't change anything. So here I am again, jobless and fat. Now my focus is to not fall into a mental black hole, try to lose some weight, and possibly start my own company.

What?! Another company?! Yes! While my last job was a frustrating mess, it taught me a lot! Also, part of my job there was to watch video interviews and speeches from "business people," and a lot of them were entrepreneurs. And I'm like, oh hey, that sounds like a lovely idea. I've been thinking about and sitting on an idea for about 3 years now and while it kind of started as this crazy, what if.... notion, now I'm like, this could actually work! I literally have no idea what I'm doing, or how to do it, but I've gotten pretty good at the Google Suite, so I think I'm ready for anything! Plus, a lot of the advice I gleaned from the videos were along the lines of, just go for it and you'll figure it out along the way. So, yeah, that's what I'm going to do. I'm overwhelmed trying to figure out even where to start, but gotta start somewhere.

In addition to those 3 goals-start business, be less fat, don't go crazy, I decided I'm also going to try and watch the entire Disney canon (read: animated movies, not every single thing) and write blog posts about it. This will give me a goal, something to focus on and a sense of purpose. Is it important? Not at all. Does it matter? Not in the slightest. Does anyone give a shit? Highly doubtful. But, keeping busy a crucial element of the "don't go crazy" goal, so onward and upwards! I was going to try and go in chronological order, but that might be a little too ambitious. Oh yeah! And literally no one cares. So there's that.

Dream big, people!


08 August 2016

A Preview

Whoa whoa whoa, it's August what the heck is going on. Well, my life is going pretty awesome so there's that. I can't believe how long it's been! So sorry, my babies.

You guys have no idea have often I have thought, I need to make a blog post and just haven't done it. And here is the honest truth as to why. Usually, when I want to watch TV here, I have to download shows and/or stream them on my computer. Then I connect it to the TV and project to a second screen (tech genius here) and then my computer is stuck across the room so I can watch my show. Yes, I am technically able to use the second screen for other things BUT the cord that connects it to the TV is finicky and has to be in there just so and doesn't really like being moved. Yes, I could also use SY's computer but we don't have the cord to connect his to the TV. Yes, I could get one of those new-fangled chrome-cast thingamabobs but seriously, looking all over Seoul for the connector cord and failing and then getting SY to purchase the correct cord took all my strength. So right now, I am forgoing TV (you're welcome) and just listening to music instead. This is actually more productive on my end because I can't actually do visually stimulating things at once, so now I will focus on this.

I am angry, though, because my night person tendencies want to take over and let me stay up all night working on my new exciting blog project I have in my brain. But, my new, STUPID ASS work schedule is not going to allow for that. Ugh, I seriously am so angry about my job. I just started at this job in March. I knew they had summer classes but I was under the impression that they were "just a few weeks" and also that I didn't have to actually be at work at 9:00am EVERY FUCKING DAY. What, 9? That's not bad! Uh, well it wouldn't be if I didn't have to stay there until 7:30!!! Dammit people, it's the worst. And if anyone has ever worked at a Korean hagwon you KNOW. You know how shitty it actually is. There is not enough time to explain all it's shittiness, but you are just going to have to trust me.

Um, ok, so yes, I did say my life is awesome but that paragraph would lead you to believe otherwise. Point is, someday, in the near future, I am actually going to get my random blog project going and I am going to do posts about all kinds of fun things, including, but not limited to...

Baking!
Korean beauty products!
Vietnam vacation!
Japan vacation!
Wedding planning!
Getting dresses made!
Being in my thirties!
Trying to, and failing at, losing weight!
Decorating!
Cocktails!
Traveling in style (kind of)!
Vital information for your everyday life!

All the fun things, guys. It's coming. Just give me some time. And all the coffee. Because goddamn, 9-7:30 with kids all damn day is soul sucking business. Send me strength.

Dream big people!

Cooking Devil

This weekend, I got inspired to start baking in a big way. I didn't take that many pictures because I was seriously like a person possessed by the cooking devil and it had no time for photo ops. Having recently acquired a rice cooker, I found a lot of recipes online that use a rice cooker instead of an oven or stove. I told my friend about one for bread and he insisted it couldn't be done. Telling me something is impossible is basically like throwing down the gauntlet and of course I had to defy him. Turns out, the bread recipe takes 4-5 hours to make (2-3 hours is for the bread to rise) and I just did not have the time or patience for that mess. So, I opted for banana bread instead since I had some bananas just taking up counter space. It wasn't that difficult to put together, but I will never be doing that shit again. First off, I have an oven! What the fuck was I thinking? I don't need to make things in a rice cooker, other than rice. And I don't know what kind of rice cooker the recipe person had, but my cooker was being a dick and refused to stay in cook mode. After wedging a pencil in the switch to make it keep cooking, it started burning. So I took it out only to discover that it was burned to a crisp on the bottom and literally still dough in the middle. I had had enough of that piece of shit's attitude and refused to let it win, so I plopped it into a cake pan, cut off the burned bottom and stuck it in the oven to finish baking. It is NOT pretty, but it turned out rather tasty. Slather enough butter on something and it it'll taste amazing.

Then I decided I was going to bake some salmon I had as well. Jacky, why didn't you just cook it in the pan like you always do? It turns out great and SY loves it. I DON'T KNOW. Again, the cooking devil had taken hold and it refused to let me take the easy way out today. I think it partly had to do with this book I had just finished reading. It wasn't about cooking, but was about love that prevailed through the Holocaust and I don't know, I just felt like I needed to step up my wife game. Not that my life or my love even remotely compares to what those people went through, but you know, I still aim to please. I of course got carried away, like always and today will probably be the last time I try to make anything fancy.

Last night I also tried to get a little fancy with dinner and decided I would take on Japanese food. Like, wtf was I thinking? I am not that great at American cooking, or Korean cooking and I've been here for 4 years! Whatever, I've been to Japan 3 times, am 1/4 Japanese and have eaten at numerous Japanese restaurants. Obviously I can cook Japanese food at home in my tiny Korean kitchen. Thank you, internet, for foolishly allowing me to believe I can make anything other than rice. I had this super amazing beef rice dish thing at a Korean/Japanese fusion restaurant a few weeks ago and I was like, well certainly I can replicate that, it was so simple! Long story short, I couldn't. Even though I bough authentic Mirin (Japanese cooking stuff), it wasn't anywhere close to what I ate. It wasn't terrible, because you can't really go wrong with grilling up some beef, but I stupidly decided it needed cheese at the last minute and that kind of ruined everything.

I have had quite a lot of cooking adventures since then. Have I taken pictures of any of them? No, I haven't. But you are welcome to come over for dinner at anytime and I will whip up something fantastic for you. Not any sort of Japanese rice dish because that was embarrassing, but I have gotten pretty good at "Japanese style" (in quotes because it's a recipe from a westerner living in Japan so the authenticity is questionable) baked salmon, so come on down!

Dream big, people!

01 February 2016

It's Monkey Time

Hello everyone! I have been severely lacking in the blogosphere lately (is that still a word?) but it's the end of Lunar New Year vacation, and perhaps the monkey spirit has inspired me to do something semi-productive and write this blog post. There are actually about 500 other productive things I need to be doing, but those require getting off the couch and I'm just not feeling that right now.

I am not quite sure why they observe Lunar New Year in Korea, but I am not complaining because I got a 5 day vacation. Most people refer to it as Chinese New Year, but obviously we are not in China, and are still celebrating. It's kind of nice here, because we still get vacation for Buddhist holidays, even though it's not a predominantly Buddhist country. In fact, most of the Koreans I know are Christian (and a bit on the crazy side of Christian, if you know what I'm saying). Also, Koreans are not really a celebratory people (from my observations) and don't treat it with the same reverence and enthusiasm as other countries I've been to and seen/heard about. For example, when I went to Vietnam and Hong Kong, they were still celebrating a month later and have all kinds of fun events happening. In Korea, you eat, you bow, you clean graves and that is pretty much the extent of it. In past years, the holiday has only been 3 or 4 days, but thanks to the calendar gods, we got 5 days this year. And not that I'm in any place to judge, but Korean holidays seem pretty boring and tame compared to literally, everywhere else. My theory is that everyone here is so focused on working EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY (seriously, the work ethic here is borderline insanity), that they are either busy working or too tired from working all the damn time to do anything fun. Maybe it's just the people I've been hanging out (SY and his family), but most of the time seems to spent being stuck in traffic and/or complaining about the traffic.

Again, maybe I'm not hanging out with the right people, but I've never really seen any type of BIG fun other Asian countries seem to be having, especially during Lunar New Year. Even regular New Years in the Phillipines was a million times more exciting than  here, EVEN with a free PSY concert involved. They do have a cool parade here for Buddha's birthday in May, but I was discussing the oddity with a friend the other day and we both came to the same conclusion. Yes, they have the parade and it is cool to see, but we don't personally know any actual Koreans that participate in the festivities. We have both been here a few years, have Korean fiancees, and have been to the parade and seen all the people participating. But we both wonder, who are these people?! How can we be friends with them? No Korean I know and/or interact with on a regular basis goes to or has any interest in being part of said parade. This realization lead to another realization, which is that I am exposed to such a small slice of Korean life and it's kind of unfortunate. Working in an English language environment limits my interactions with real Korean culture. Even having Korean in-laws really only allows me to participate in their life and their traditions, which are certainly not representative of all Koreans' lifestyle. I feel like most of the people I interact with are kind are on the boring side. Maybe it's because I myself am also boring? How did this happen?! I used to be so fun! I have no idea, but whatever, here I am. It's exhausting trying to make new friends, but not sharing a language makes things decidedly more difficult. Yes, I could learn Korean and go around trying to befriend more authentic Koreans but learning a language is also exhausting and Korean people, like many tight-knit ethnic groups, are not overtly friendly. Of course, this is just my opinion. I come from the "friendliest city" in America, so I am used to smiling at everyone, talking to complete strangers at any and all times, and having people offer to help me at the first sign of distress. I would assume that most big cities are not as open. Oh man, I could go on forever about this, but I'll move on to what this post is really about-my very singular experience this Lunar New Year.

The holiday passed pretty uneventfully, but I did have my first bowing to the elders experience, and it was a bit disappointing. Mainly because you are apparently supposed to receive money after bowing, but all I got was used make-up and an absurd amount of eye cream. I knew from my preschoolers that they bow to their grandparents, but beyond that I wasn't really aware of Korean traditions for the Lunar New Year. However, after speaking with multiple people, I have come to the conclusion that I was slighted and my new Korean family took advantage of my ignorance. SY claims that only young people receive money after bowing, but he's full of nonsense. First off, I'm young! At 30 I'm basically a spring chicken and secondly, I have 4 reputable resources that claim otherwise. In fact, we had to give away a good chunk of change! Both his parents and his pastor (to my chagrin) got money from us.

SY's mom is well-meaning, and I have heard Korean mother-in-law (well, general in-laws I guess) horror stories, so I consider myself lucky. However, she made some comments recently that did not sit well. She offered to buy us a "running machine" (treadmill), citing she was "worried" about my "health." Which is code for you're fat and need to lose weight. It's a whole freaking thing, but basically most Koreans believe that skinny equals healthy and fat equals unhealthy. Being fat also usually means you are ugly and overall unfavorable, but I have a small face, so I can get away with it, up to a point. Whatever, I could go on forever about this country's weight-ism (is this a word?), but let's move on. And  yes, America has it's hang-ups about weight and generally thin is beautiful, but at least in that country, there are clothes available for people that aren't a size 4 or under and there is a MUCH higher cut off before you are considered too fat to be socially acceptable.

OMG ANYWAY. In addition to being a little mouthy, his mom is very....practical and obviously doesn't see the need to waste money on gifts that aren't useful or help you lose weight. She does, however, like to find random unwanted items in her house and pass them on to me. I have no idea where she gets all this stuff, but after doing a little more investigating on this trip to the house, I've realized they are basically hoarders. Like for real, there is SO much stuff in their apartment. I don't know what they're waiting for, but they are well prepared for an apocalypse, zombie or otherwise. In past visits, we got bagfuls of mini L'Occataine toiletries and my favorite, the polly pocket toaster oven. His mom is also a big fan of giving me used make-up, so I have a collection of half-used lipsticks. She also gave me her shoes because once I complimented them. I appreciate the thought and definitely know she is just trying to be nice, but it gets to be bit much. Especially since we don't wear the same size shoe, so as much as I like hers, I can't even wear them.

WOO-don't get me wrong-his parents are generous and wonderful and I love them a lot. They are just so...Korean in their gift-giving ways, and to me, it's hilarious, baffling, annoying and appreciated all at the same time. Koreans love being helpful and generous, almost to a ridiculousness. I've talked about Korean gift-giving before and I think it's just going to be a cultural difference I'm just going to have to accept, even if I never understand or am comfortable with. Normally, I am all for free things. I am the queen of handouts and generally can't say no to anything offered to me. But Koreans definitely take re-gifting and handouts to the next level. It is generosity to the uncomfortable degree. His dad asked if I liked soju, now I have a 3 gallon jug of, basically, Korean moonshine. His pastor asked if I liked gim (dried seaweed), now I have enough to last me the year.

His mom asked if I liked lotion (of course?) and now I have 4 bottles of lotion that smells like a grandma and 4 tubes of eye cream. I am FOREVER getting eye cream from Koreans. Seriously, I currently have at least 5 tubes/jars of it and I have never once bought it for myself. I know I always look tired, but I don't think any cream is going to help the dark circles. We also got two HUGE packages of beef and a box full of apples from some of his students. These things will actually get used, but they do take up quite a bit of space in our tiny fridge.

So, in addition to coming home with used make-up and tennis shoes, SY's mom also always sent us home with an absurd amount of food. Our fridge is literally packed to the brim. Sadly, it's full of Korean food that I don't like and smells bad. I am trying to think positive, but I get a little frustrated sometimes because SY doesn't appreciate my culinary genius and would rather eat kimchi, boring rice and instant noodles. He actually does eat a lot of my food, but I am grumpy and often feel like he only claims it's delicious so I don't get angry. It's a testament to what a good person he is, but I'm the opposite and need to be showered with praise and enthusiasm to feel like life is worth living.

Oh my, so this just go so whiny so fast. Again, these are my experiences and in no way an affront on Korea. I am going to have to write about all the lovely things I get to experience living in this country some day. But, I think that any person that has lived in another country for an extended period of time can understand my frustrations. I try to make SY feel better sometimes by telling him that honestly, if I lived anywhere for five years, I would probably be just as frustrated with the cultural differences. Probably doesn't help, but his time will come after we move to America. Just you wait, my pretty!

Dream big, people!

17 January 2016

2016...Same As It Ever Was

Only not really. The total opposite, actually.

Ummm, whaatt? Well how did I get here?

No idea. And it's so far gone I can't even begin to explain. I started to explain in another post, but there were so many twists and turns, it would probably be more like a novel by now. Maybe I'll write one of those one day.

Oh, Happy New Year! I celebrated with PSY. Hope your start to the year was awesome as well.

Anyway, since I'm so far gone and I don't feel like catching everyone up, I'll just pretend I've been posting all along and write about current things. Which has been my home make-over! And by make-over, I mean we moved here in January with literally nothing and now I have a lovely, cozy, super cute little house with SY. It's seriously so precious, everyone come visit me now and see it for yourself. And it has been hard work. Trying to decorate in this country has been difficult. Korea, obviously, has different (and somewhat singular tastes) when it comes to home decor, from what I've seen. I won't get into all that, but let's just say without a Ross, TJs or Target to visit, getting my place looking cute on a budget has been a challenge. But I'm awesome and slightly crazy, in an impatient and driven kind of way, so I have risen to the challenge.

In some ways, I'm motivated and determined, and in other ways I'm the laziest goober ever. Or maybe not lazy, but suuuper impatient? For example, I made hummus today, along with preparing all my lunches for the week. But, I was so lazy/impatient that I didn't drain the water from the can of chick peas even though I knew I should. I literally was just like, no, I want to start blending these bad boys RIGHT THIS SECOND. So I did and now my hummus is crazy watery. Stupid.

I'm going to pretend for a second this is a DIY blog and share with yall how I made some new awesome wall treatments. I am seriously so proud of these and they cost around 5,000 won ($4.50) to make. and this is the laziest of all laziest DIYs, if you are ever looking for a way to jazz up some walls. Oh, and the laziness extends to photo taking, so these pictures kind of suck and are also the only project I had the patience to take step-by-step photos for.

Here we got!

I got these pillow cases on clearance from H&M:


I loved them so much and wanted them in my house somehow. I really wanted some gold AND they are a nice, subtle nod to South Carolina. I didn't really want them as pillows because we already had enough of those, but I knew I could figure out something. 


I ripped out all the stitches with scissors and and a razor blade...


...and now had two sets of fabric. (You could also do this with any old piece of fabric, but fabric shopping in Korea is NOT an easy task, with or with Korean skills)

I original plan was to cover two pieces of canvas, but after going to the art store and seeing how expensive it was, I decided to buy this thick piece of foam board instead: 

Forgot to take a pic of the original board, those are them cut to the size of the fabric. Well, about 1/2 inch smaller on all sides. Sawed through it with my tiny razor blade and used a box for a ruler, but it could probably be done faster and more efficiently with a legit box cutter and ruler. 


Didn't take any pictures of the process, because it's hard to hold fabric, staple and take pictures with only two hands, but here is the back after I stapled the fabric on. This was the ultimate in lazy. I literally just used my regular, dollar store stapler. I feel like a staple gun and/or glue would have been smarter but I didn't have the patience for that nonsense. You kind of have to finagle the corners, but it's kind like wrapping a present. Sometimes the staples wouldn't take because it's foam, but when I slammed on it, it seemed to work better. Sorry if that's not helpful, but if you can't figure out how to wrap corners and staple, you should probably just give up on DIY and go buy art for your walls. 

And here are the final results: 





Ta-da! So freaking proud of myself. Crazy cheap and crazy cute. 

BONUS plus to these lazy ass pieces of art...


...they are so light, you can just hang them up with a teeny tiny stick-on hook! Easy freakin peasy. 

And, they look pretty fab in our room, not going to lie...


This picture sucks, but just come see them for yourself, ok? 

Yes, yes, thank you, I am the cheap decoration master. They should make a TV show about me. Mainly because I watched a Korean home make-over show the other day and it was THE WORST. I could do way better. Won't get into all that now, but 2 teams of men redesigning a woman's room is stupid and an excellent example of how sexist and ridiculous TV (and the rest of the world) is here. 

And I didn't do any more step-by-step projects, but have put together lots of other projects. Of course I'm too lazy to take proper pictures, but maybe one day I'll share. It took me 3 weeks to even write this post, so don't get your hopes up. 

Like I said, just come see it in person! Cheers to 2016!

Dream big, people! 



10 October 2015

Why I Stand With Planned Parenthood



Time to get real, people. A departure from my usual stream of incessant babbling.

I have a million posts in my head I haven’t managed to put out yet, on a variety of subjects. Between my laziness and lack of a place to sit (see previous post), I get a lot of things started but never finish, or I feel like they aren’t ready to publish. Then, I remember how low the readership of this blog is, so the motivation to do anything is small. Also, sometimes the thought of some stellar thing I post gaining popularity both terrifies and exhilarates me. How awesome would it be for my brilliance to finally be recognized? But, how terrible would it be to be picked apart by millions of strangers? I’ve read the articles, I know how cruel people can be on things that go viral. For this reason, I usually don’t like to get into controversial issues because I don’t like arguing with people or, honestly, getting criticized. But, this issue is something I feel strongly about and I have finally focused and written down why.

I’ve had a hard time writing it. Trying to figure out how much to comment on recent events, what aspects of the story I should focus on, how much back story and fact checking I should do has been challenging. How do I tell my story without sounding condescending, overindulgent, whiny or worst of all, stupid? How much explanation do I need to give for my thoughts, feelings, opinions, and actions? Truthfully, none. I don’t owe anyone an explanation! It’s my life and my blog. But, I come from a conservative area, with lots of conservative friends that I don’t want to alienate or offend. And now, I live in an even more conservative country that is, in so ways, even more backward, and it’s scary to put yourself out there.

I also don’t like to get very political, mainly because I am woefully ignorant and uninterested in what is happening in Washington DC. I’m actually quite self-absorbed and have little interest in things that don’t involve me or my loved ones directly. This is probably a terrible way to live, but it keeps me from drowning in the world’s sorrows. I tend to get too involved in whatever is currently happening in my life; relationships, arguments, decisions, TV shows, whatever. It’s too stressful to put all that anxiety into the rest of the world’s problems as well.

But, I finally decided I have to tell MY story, with my thoughts and opinions and only briefly address the recent controversies surrounding PP. I have always had this need to constantly explain myself to people and talk as much as possible (people that have read this blog before are well aware). Now, living in a country where my language is a minority, it’s harder to find outlets to do that, so here I am on my blog letting it all out. I am using my blog because I think it's pretty un-helpful to change profile pictures, and I need WAY more than 140 characters to express myself. I also often feel the need to apologize for my opinions, but this is my blog and I want to tell my story and that is what I’m going to do, with all its uncomfortable, yet surprisingly uninteresting, details.

The short version:

Planned Parenthood was there when I needed it. And no, I didn’t have an abortion.

The long version:

Planned Parenthood impacted my life in a very real way, and I want people to understand that PP helps all kinds of people, in all kinds of situations, including people you probably know.
I graduated from college in 2007, and held three different full time jobs in the five years following. None of them offered me benefits, or any kind of health care plan.  The only doctor care (outside of “family planning”) I had from 2007 until I moved to Korea in 2012 was at a “doc in the box” when I got strep throat, and when I gave myself swimmer’s ear. I knew I had strep throat, but couldn’t get the medicine to cure it without a prescription, which requires a doctor and a five minute throat swab that changes color if you have strep. The visit cost over $100 and a day’s worth of pay, since I was an hourly worker. Regular health care didn’t really seem like an option for me during those five years.

Luckily, during those years, I went without any major medical emergencies or concerns. While living in South Carolina, I, for whatever reason, never thought about PP as place to go when I needed reproductive care. I had been taking “the pill” since high school, long before I ever needed it for actually “controlling birth,” if you know what I mean (I hadn’t had sex yet). I had a hormone imbalance and would only get my period once every couple of months. As convenient as it was not to have, it was also a little worrisome. A Virgin Mary situation was just as terrifying as actually being pregnant, so I got put on the pill to get myself regular. So, like many others, I was using the pill for health reasons and not because I was having tons of pre-marital sex. But guess what, even if I was, that’s my own damn business and no one has the right to tell me I can’t do that. (This is where interpretation of facts becomes a problem. Some people confuse the word “sin” with “illegal” and it causes controversy.) Eventually, many years later, I did start having sex responsibly, and the pill was a nice safety net for condoms, as well as continuing to be a healthy way to keep me regular.

Once I was kicked off my parent’s health care plan after graduation, I tried just not taking the pill for a few months. I had broken up with my boyfriend and since birth control with no insurance was absurdly expensive, I decided condoms were enough for the infrequent sexual encounters I was having. But, my periods became irregular again, so I had to look into other options. Obviously for health reasons, but also because the Virgin Mary theory wasn’t plausible anymore, and the absolute last thing I wanted in life was a baby. So, I started going to the public health clinic in Mount Pleasant and was able to get free birth control that way, because I didn’t make enough money to get real insurance. To do this, you have to answer a lot of questions and fill out a lot of paperwork proving you need it. The details are hazy, because it was a long time ago, but I remember it being a fairly easy process, though fairly time consuming and impersonal because the people that work there have A LOT of other responsibilities and patients demanding their attention. As someone with a car, no children to care for and a flexible work schedule, it was fairly easy for me to make these visits. I imagine this is not the case for all, if not most people going to the free health clinic.

At this point in my life, I did occasionally use the pill to its full potential. It was never on a regular basis (I had a dry spell that lasted a year), and it was always with condoms (remember, young people, the pill doesn’t prevent STIs!) But, I wanted to stay regular and at least keep that part of my body healthy. If I only wanted to not get pregnant, I would have just used condoms because they are a lot cheaper and you don’t have to remember to take them every day, or go back every month for a refill.

I was receiving Medicare (NOT Medicaid) in SC for “family planning” while I lived there. They are very specific about the wording and the amount of free things you can receive while on this sort of government assistance, so any other health issue not involving my reproductive parts were not covered and therefore went unchecked for a number of years. In 2009, I got jobs in Italy and Greece for the summer and didn’t have birth control, or a period (or any sex) for those 3 months. When I came home from that, I went back to the free health clinic for the few months I was home before I decided to move to Los Angeles.

When I moved to California, I had to figure out a new plan, because I obviously couldn’t keep using South Carolina’s family planning services on the other side of the country. I had gotten a full time job, again with no health benefits, but I still had that pesky hormone imbalance and wasn’t having regular periods. I also assumed (or maybe read somewhere) that going on and off the pill frequently wasn’t the smartest idea. Like a lot of people, I assumed Planned Parenthood was mainly for abortions and had never really thought of it as something I needed. I believe a friend suggested I use it for birth control, so I decided to give it a try. I went to the one on the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica, which is NOT a low-income area (I recently read a comment on fb that said this is where ALL PPs are located) and is in fact, one of the wealthiest areas in the country. So for people that only believe PP is for poor people making bad decisions, you’re very wrong. 

My first appointment, and every appointment after was a wonderful experience, as much as gynecologist visits can be. No one likes the cold duck lips, or telling total strangers their complete sordid history, but I never felt judged, uncomfortable or unsafe while I was there. My only complaint is that The Wendy Williams show was always on TV in the lounge, and she is crazy annoying. The staff there was always completely professional, helpful and nice. I got a pap smear, a check-up, birth control and a bag full of condoms, all for free. I actually tried to turn down the bag of condoms (my first year in LA was another year long dry spell), but they insisted. While the unused bag was a depressing reminder of my pathetic love life, they did come in handy for my luckier friends.

On my second visit to PP, my pap smear came back irregular, so I had to go back for a follow up. I was on the other side of the country, with no sort of family support within a thousand miles, hardly any savings and was understandably FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. Once again, the doctors, nurses and staff were incredibly nice and comforting. I distinctly remember feeling safe and cared for, and had all my questions answered and concerns addressed. To my relief, it turned out there was nothing wrong and was told irregularities commonly show up on pap smears and there wasn’t anything to be afraid of. Had things not been ok, I have no doubt PP would have helped me through the next steps, however scary and expensive they may have been. (When I moved to Korea, health care again became a regular part of my life, and nothing else has popped up, so I’m assuming the doctor was correct in telling me I’d be fine.) She did recommend an HPV vaccination, just to be safe and I got one, I believe, for a very nominal fee.

Planned Parenthood was the only form of health care I received during the rest of my time in LA (about 2 years total), and was the most thorough and engaging doctor’s visit I had for the first five years of my post college graduate life.  I thankfully did not have any other major health issues, strep throat or otherwise. I had huge bag full of condoms, free birth control and a clean bill of reproductive health. I really cannot say enough good things about my Planned Parenthood experience. For a lot of young women in my demographic, reproductive health is essential, if not the only health related issues they face. For me personally, not getting pregnant was a priority, but so was having a normal, healthy menstrual cycle. It’s different for every woman, and once again, it’s really not anyone’s damn business why they do or don’t need the pill, or any other method of birth control.
When I moved back to South Carolina, I wanted to go to the PP there, since it involved a lot less paperwork and hassle than the free health clinic. Unlike PP, the clinic required an appointment, paperwork, waiting and documentation. I remember going there early in the day because I was worried it would be crowded, like the one in LA usually was. (Side not: it’s not called Planned Parenthood in Charleston, but is listed on the PP website. It also doesn’t offer abortion services.) But, I walked in to an empty waiting room and was told that instead of transferring the records from California, I needed to see the doctor and have him or her write a prescription for pills because I was a new patient. I was also told everything would cost about $200, and as an unemployed person who had just moved across the country, this seemed like an exorbitant amount of money. Especially for something I had been receiving for FREE at the SAME company months before. Turns out, the PPs in the red state of SC don’t receive any government funding and is therefore rendered pretty damn useless to any one that actually needs it. Fortunately, I didn’t have children, I had the resources to find other options and I know if I had asked, my parents would have helped me get what I needed. Not everyone has these basic luxuries and it infuriates me their access to healthcare is limited because the conservatives running that state have decided it’s not important for underprivileged people to get healthcare for WHATEVER reason they want. If they want to have tons of sex with strangers, fine. If they are married and want to limit the amount of kids they’re having, fine. If they are single and want to make sure everything is covered if they decide to partake in some adult activities, FINE. Or maybe they are a god-fearing virgin that just wants to make sure all their private bits are functioning normally every year, FUCKING FINE.  There are probably a ton of reasons I have never even considered or heard of because I couldn’t possibly know about all the challenges and hardships people face every day. I would imagine that most politicians (and rich conservatives) don’t either.
I moved to Korea shortly after that, and have experienced the best and most convenient health care of my life in this country for the past four years (that is for another post), so I honestly don’t know what things are like now, with Obamacare. I know most people in my home state complain about it constantly, but I sincerely hope it has made things easier for people like me, and especially for people not as fortunate as myself.

So THAT, my friends, is why I support Planned Parenthood and will continue to do so. I cannot stress enough that this is my OWN personal experience. I am an inherently privileged person, in nearly all aspects of my life, including reproductive health. I have never been faced with major health obstacles, or decisions. My journey, while not always convenient or affordable, has been fairly smooth and straightforward. I’ve never experienced abuse, the consequences or effects of it, or the fear that comes with having limited or no options for my health. I really cannot imagine what it is like to be in such circumstances. Now, I still live in Korea, which has its own set of feminist issues, but at least has easy and affordable health care. Even without insurance, I recently saw a doctor, afterhours and got prescription medication for less than $50 and in under 30 minutes. I realize this healthcare plan is not necessarily a reality for the US, but I would like to think it can at least make some progress, especially for women’s health issues. Here, you can walk into a pharmacy and get birth control over the counter for about $5. Pregnancy and abortions are an entirely different and unfortunate story, but birth control is fairly easy.

My hope is, if you managed to read this whole thing, that, if you didn’t already know, Planned Parenthood does a lot of great things for people of every race, age and socioeconomic status that need it for a number of different reasons, all of which are personal and not for a politician (man OR woman) to decide. It does A LOT more than provide abortions to promiscuous women making bad decisions (as so often portrayed in the media.) In fact, abortions make up a very small percentage of the services they provide. Also, there is a law that prohibits using money from the federal government towards abortions and most abortions, even at PP, actually still cost quite a bit of money. Even if you do decide to go there for an abortion, they discuss all the options that come with a pregnancy: abortion, adoption and parenting. A woman can decide on any one of those and they will help her with all of them, with no judgement. I personally have never been faced with the choice of having an abortion. The stress and emotional turmoil that comes with making that decision shouldn’t be furthered by a lack of safe and affordable options. Furthermore, defunding PP is not going to stop abortions. Surely people realize that defunding will just mean cutting off the only source of healthcare for a lot of people that need it. PP also provides cancer screenings, family planning, safe sex education and basic reproductive health care for both men and women. People of all ages and genders go to PP to become educated, to get help and to stay healthy.

If anything, please stop and think about why you want Planned Parenthoods to be shut down. If you already agree with me, fantastic! You can use these ideas, or your even better ones, to help educate the haters. If it’s based solely on the idea that people believe abortions are murder, please educate yourself further on who PP services, how it provides help and hope to people that need it, and how it shutting down would affect a community less fortunate than the one you live in. It’s quite difficult to have a discussion with people that believe abortion is murder. I personally don’t believe that, science and the law agree with me, but I am not really here to convince people to change their religious beliefs. There really isn’t a middle ground when two people can’t agree on what is fact and what isn’t. In my personal experiences, it’s difficult to argue with someone that leans very far one way, on any scale, about any situation. People completely immersed in one set of beliefs have their own set of vocabulary and ideas they see as facts and if you don’t also believe their “facts,” it’s impossible to find common ground. The internet further complicates things, because people have access to studies, facts and figures supporting whatever they want to believe, because someone else also probably believes it and literally anyone can get on the web and claim whatever they want as “facts.” Information can be skewed, statistics can be stacked, studies can be fluffed, and nothing is real. Also, people can hide behind their keyboard and can say whatever incredibly cruel, unethical and untrue hurtful things they want. People believe what they want to believe, and I’ve found it’s rare to convince them otherwise, myself included. No one wants to be proved wrong. It means the entire time before, you were being an idiot and no one likes that feeling.

But, I also hope for all people to have access to the affordable, safe and convenient health care services that Planned Parenthood offers. I make a small (unemployment limits my spending) monthly contribution to PP, because I am in a more financially secure place in my life. I also have easy access to health care (for all my bits) and I no longer have to worry about how I’m going to keep my cycle healthy and regular. I do worry that when I eventually move back to America, PP will no longer be an option for me, or anyone else. If I can’t find a job right away, or something comes up before my insurance plan begins. Those worries are for another time, but I sincerely hope people realize how vital PP is to a lot of people, for so many reasons…none of which are any of your business.

Dream big people! 



05 October 2015

New Favorite Things!

GUYS.

Has anyone been watching "The Late, Late Show with James Corden???" Am I super late to the party? I just recently discovered this show while I was at home. Once I got over my jetlag, when I was going to bed at 5:00 in the afternoon, I went back to my late night ways. I started watching Stephen Colberts new show and this comes on after. And as a side story, I love Colbert, but I personally don't watch late night TV for political awkwardness. I realize most people love this stuff and want to see politicians in uncomfortable situations, but if I wanted that, I would watch the debates.

ANYWAY! After muting most of Colbert, James came on and OH MY GOSH, he is SO hilarious! I had never even heard of him but I am so so pleased I have discovered him. I did some poking around on the internet and apparently he's already quite famous! Sometimes I forget that living in Korea is kind of like living in a little Western pop culture hole and I miss out on a lot of whatever is goin gon over at home. Sometimes this is a wonderful thing, and sometimes it makes me look super uncool. Anyway, I am really enjoying the Late Late so...he seems like such a genuine goober! Everyone who knows me knows I am a HUGE fan of goobers, so this show is right up my alley! I just wanted to share with everyone my new favorite clip, because sharing is caring and I figured the 3 people that read this could use a good laugh.



I needed a good laugh because I also just finished "The Girl on the Train" by Paula Hawkins and it was intense. Wow. Just before that I had read the second Cormoran Strike book, "The Silkworm," by Robert Galbraith/JK Rowling (why does she use a pseudonym when everyone knows it's her?) and holy crap, that was also quite intense with the murder and the mystery. I am usually not a mystery fan, but both of these books were good reads. I think I'm going to avoid mysteries for a bit, however. I remember now that I don't like reading them because 1. They usually involve depressing subject matter (murder) and 2. Once I get started, I HAVE to finish it. I'll stay up all night and make myself crazy trying to finish. Now that I read most of my books on a Kindle, I can't really skip ahead to the end as easily so I have get through it.

Anyway, I recommend all these things if you are looking for some entertainment. It's almost 10:00pm here and the jetlag is hitting hard, so I'll be signing off now.

Dream big people!

03 October 2015

Now I'm a Music Critic

OH MY.

So many things have been happening in the past few weeks, I really don't even know where to start. I am currently working on writing out the whole saga that has been the last few months of my ridiculous life. I have been waiting on certain things to get resolved, and rather than put out information that may have to be retracted later, I just keep waiting for everything to resolve. This may or may not ever actually happen, but as of right now, I am just waiting on one last detail to fall into place and then I will release my summer memoir: "Summer, 2015: Shit Happens, Jacky Should Not Make Plans." Until then, I'll just talk about some insignificant things that have been on my mind lately.

I keep falling behind on posting things on here. I have so many posts in my mind, and things I want to say, but I've been rather unmotivated the last few weeks. It's ultimately all my own fault, but since I like placing blame, I'm going to say the lack of wifi and a place to sit in my apartment. (When I say apartment, I mean my one room hole of sadness I currently share with SY.) I really enjoy sitting at a desk and typing, and there is no room for a desk in my hole of sadness (HOS). In fact, there's not even room for a chair! We sit on the bed, the floor or the toilet and none of those places have the back support I require for blog writing. Apologies to anyone that has been patiently waiting for an update.

So, I am currently taking advantage of the chairs, and wifi, at a Caffebene (Korean coffee shop) near my place. I am also enjoying the FABULOUS fall weather and am, per usual, the only person sitting outside that isn't smoking and definitely the only person in the sun not wearing 17 layers of protective clothing. I am soaking up all the vitamin D while I can because Korean winter IS COMING and it is going to suck so bad. Korea is ready, as they have already turned off the AC ("aircon") in most public places, including the airport. Seriously, when the calendar says it's fall, regardless of what the weather is doing, the AC comes to a halt in most places in Korea. It's still pretty warm, so it's quite uncomfortable, but Koreans don't care. I actually think they like to make things as uncomfortable as possible. It's a point of national pride, suffering through uncomfortable circumstance; self-imposed or otherwise. I think that's why SY never takes medicine when he is sick. He likes to prove he can continue functioning, even though he's miserable and sneezing all over the place. I'm the opposite, I want all the drugs and I will use even the smallest ache as an excuse to lay in  bed all day.

And laying in bed all day has been a big part of my life the last few weeks. Honestly, I actually don't love doing that for too long. It makes me depressed to feel so unproductive and lazy. But it's a vicious cycle, because the longer I do it, the less motivated I am to do anything else. A sense of hopelessness sets in and leaving the HOS becomes more difficult. Some guilt also comes with it, because how lucky am I that this is even an option? So lucky. But, the worst part is, especially recently, is the regret that has come with my funk since most of my problems were caused by own stupidity. I am not usually one for regret. I am all about moving on, looking forward, leaving the past behind and all that jazz, but I have been increasingly discouraged by my poor decision making skills.  Some examples: 1. My clothes are not fitting. I'm gaining weight and I have to squeeze into my clothes and it SUCKS. Why is this happening? Because I rarely exercise and don't make healthy food choices. All my fault. I know, I know...be body positive, love the body you have and blah blah, but I don't have the money or really, even the shopping options here in Korea, for a new wardrobe so I'd really just love for my current wardrobe to fit.

Number two, and even more embarrassing: I had double ear infections in both my ears recently. It was horribly painful, and I don't remember the last time I was so miserable. How did I get these ear infections? By my own stupidity. I'll try to explain. It started in college. I had a very real and disturbing addiction to q-tips (previously discussed here). I don't know how it started, or what my fucking problem was, but I gave myself swimmers ear and it was the WORST. I learned my lesson for a short time, but like most addicts, I relapsed and was back on 2 or 3 tips a day. I don't know, I guess I just really hate ear wax. Anyway, I managed my addiction over the past few years, with no more major incidents. Q-tips and I learned to co-exist peacefully. Then I went to Japan, the country of my ancestors, and people that just get me because they go a step beyond tips and have actual ear scrapper thingys (I don't know the technical term). Knowing it was the worst idea ever, but unable to resist, I purchased a Hello Kitty ear scraper and quickly became even more addicted to my the little pink ear wax remover, with matching bell and charm attached (because, Japan, duh). My line of thought was kind of like, well, Japanese people live forever and are all skinny and healthy, so this can't possibly be that bad for you. Plus, they are literally my people, so I figured I was safe to do whatever they did. That all may be true, but they probably have more restraint with this tool than I do. Perhaps I only inherited a fourth of the will power they have (get it??), but I was going to town getting all that ear wax out of my ear canal. DO NOT DO THIS. Ear wax is there for a reason, it does good things for your body and there is a reason you are not supposed to stick ANYTHING in your ear, pink or otherwise! Not having a schedule, or fucking anything to keep me motivated and on task, I was spending even more time digging around in there on a daily basis. This caught up to me in a BAD way and I legitimately can't think of anything more painful in recent memory. Oh my god, it was the fucking worst. I was so miserable and the doctor here sucked all the fluid out of my ears with this little machine thing and I legit thought I was going to pass out. They are all better now, but the point of all this is that I caused ALL of this pain and misery on account of my OWN FOOLISH DECISIONS. Jacky! Get your shit together, my god.

Since I have returned to Korea, however, I am feeling a little more optimistic about life and have actually left the HOS every day since I got home. I am trying to make wiser, more informed life decisions and am hoping to get myself on the path of redemption. For starters, I threw away my ear scrapper thingy and put myself on a strict q-tip diet. One every few days, on the very outside of my ear will hopefully keep double ear infections at bay. I also went on nice little walks both days, and had a salad for lunch. The weight loss path is long, and daunting, but baby steps are the only way I ever accomplish anything in my life, so here we go.

In addition to getting my ear wax game together, I have also found some fantastic music lately. I sometimes forget how motivating and encouraging a really good playlist can be. If I ever sound whiny or pathetic to you, be like, Jacky, have you listened to some good music lately? Stop whining and put on some Van Morrison (he's my favorite). So to end this babbling mess of a post, I am going to share some of my recent musical discoveries with you, in hopes you can also find some encouragement in these awesome jams. Maybe you already know all these songs, but this is my blog and I love sharing new music with people. I'll stick to my top 5 at the moment. I'm about to go all music critic on yall. Get ready.

1. "Downtown" by Mackelmore. I cannot say enough good things about this song. I am full on obsessed. It is so catchy, well-written, and just epic. I don't even really like rap, but the old-school hip hop vibe in here is beyond fantastic. And the guy singing the chorus could not be more on point if he tried. The song is hilarious, the video is fantastic and it makes me want to go out and buy an $800 moped right NOW. It also makes me want to be in a parade real bad.


2. "Heartbeat" by Mat Kearney makes me want to get involved with a flash mob somewhere. Do people still do those? They should. To this wonderfully upbeat and happy place song. The video was filmed by the LA "River" which also makes me happy because living in LA was a good, good time of my life.


3. "I Feel You" by the Wonder Girls. KPOP, yall. You need to get into it if you haven't yet. Buzzfeed just did a few videos about it and while they were all completely ridiculous, it makes me happy to see Korean culture infiltrating America. Kpop has some GOOD jams, and this one is real catchy, and perfect for hairbrush lip syncing. Not actual singing because most of it is in Korean.


4. "We'll Meet Again" by Johnny Cash. I watched Stephen Colbert's new late night show while I was at home, which made me think about his last episode of "The Colbert Report," which made me look up the song that he sings at the end, which lead me to this Johnny Cash version of it. It's a fun song to sing along to, and seems especially fitting for me, as I left home again recently, for an indefinite amount of time. Vera Lynn was the original singer, and She and Him also does a really good cover.


5. "Fools Gold" by Fitz and the Tantrums. I was watching SNL reruns on VH1 and this commercial for Live at Daryll's House (which seems like an awesome jam session) kept coming on and after some intense online research, I figured out this band was singing one of the songs I really liked in it. It was actually a different song, "Moneygrabber," but I listened to some of their other stuff on YouTube and I like this song even more. Enjoy!


Ok, that's all for now! My battery is about to die out here on the Caffebene porch, so I'm going to pack it up and get some Korean bbq, yuuummmm. I'll try to be more consistent with posting, promise!

Dream big, people!





11 August 2015

Mistakes

Today has been deceiving.

I started off on a good note-I was sure it was going to be a good day. Good things happened, I got out of bed at a reasonable time and yet here I am, crying at a coffee shop. Dammit.

Most mornings, it's a struggle to get out of bed, for a lot of reasons. For starters, I super love sleeping. It's the best and generally, the more, the better. I know full well this isn't actually true because if you stay in bed too long, it just makes you more tired. Life's a bitch like that. Anyway, unless I have an actual plan for the day (meeting up with someone, lunch with someone in SY's family, etc), I don't have an actual reason to get out of the bed, so it's hard to convince myself to do it. But, today, for some reason, I did it with a smile on my face.

While I didn't have anything to do, exactly, I had decided on a goal for the day, and that was to ride my bike to a little lake/park I saw on the map. There is a large river that runs all through the city I live in and I often ride my bike up and down it. You can only go up or down way or the other, so it gets kind of boring seeing the same scenery all the time. I have been discovering some mini river paths (streams?) that veer off the main path and last night I started down one that is pretty close to my apartment. It was crowded at dusk, so after looking at it on the map, I decided I'd try to make it to the end this morning. SY said there was a park and some tombs, and even though tombs are boring, I figured it was better than laying in bed all morning.

So, I got up and got moving. The path itself isn't concrete (like the bigger one), it's like this rubbery material that makes it good for walking, but a little squishy for riding. I'm thinking, whatever, I am now the bike master, I can do anything bike related. But like, holy shit, it was so difficult to pedal. I checked my tires but they weren't flat so I blamed it on the squishy path. I moved to the road, but that didn't help much and also, I feared for my life. The path next to the stream had also run out and I had to move to the sidewalk. After about 30 minutes, I gave up. I just chained my bike to a fence and figured I'd walk the rest of the way. I got to an intersection and there was a huge hill in front of me, a giant church on the right and stairs on the left. I took the stairs, thinking, this will most definitely lead to something awesome and beautiful tombs are waiting for me.

NOPE.

It was a fucking parking lot so I just gave up and turned around, cursing the damn map for making it look so easy. I couldn't walk by the stream anymore, so I never did find my stupid lake/tomb but there was some good that came out of it. When I rode back, I figured out the reason it was difficult to get there was because I was actually going up an incline the entire way. I flew on the way down! It was scary/awesome since I had to ride on the road again for a bit, but I got back on the path and it was smooth sailing and I was once again master of all things biking. I was quite proud of myself for making up it up the hill AND I found a shortcut back to my apartment. I also looked at the map again, and there doesn't seem to be a clear path to the lake thing since the path doesn't run along the river all the way to it. I don't know how to get there, but I'm going to make SY drive to it because I'm going to see those damn tombs!

Anyway, so I came home, took a shower and ate some lunch. Then I came down to the coffee house in the building and everything has gone to shit.

For starters, my coffee sucked. I was pumped because I found a nice table in the back with an outlet right next to it, but the coffee was a disappointment, even with caramel in it. Then I got an email from a former student telling me he was in a car accident and had been in the hospital since July! Noooo, such bad news! Then my fool self decided to check on the status of my student loans and FuckKLKAJFLKJDFLKJERUNG that was the worst idea ever, in the history of bad ideas. I have been paying on those bitches for EIGHT fucking years and have barely made a dent. So depressing. Sooooo depressing. Do people ever actually pay them off? Is this a real thing? How can is it possible that I still owe so much? Should I just ignore them and stay on the 60 year repayment plan? I don't understand anything! Why wasn't there a class in college that taught you how to repay them wisely and what all the words on the bill mean!?!?!

But what really sent me over the edge was looking  up information about possibly trying to get SY to America sometime in the next few years. IT IS SO HARD. I get it, people try to cheat the system sometimes and you can't just show up with anyone on your arm and expect to be handed a green card but WOW. I mean, it is really fucking complicated and expensive to get someone you love and want to spend your life with over to the US. And the fact that literally any two idiots in the US can just waltz into a courthouse in the US and get a marriage certificate is SUPER annoying. I don't want to detract from anyone else's happiness, but seriously? Trying to marry someone from another country is the least romantic thing ever. And unlike Korea, the US doesn't have one central registry for marriages, so people can, theoretically, go to each state and get married multiple times! And I didn't fact check this, but I feel like it's probably less expensive and less of headache to get married, get divorced and get married again for two moron Americans than it is for one sensible, decent American (me) to marry one goober-ish, yet lovable Korean (SY).

I understand it needs to be a process and there need to be rules so people aren't just coming in the country all willy-nilly, but wow. It's just silly how complicated it is. I guess you eventually...many, many hours and dollars later, get to marry your dream lover but I feel like there should be a prize of sorts for making it through the immigration shit storm. A free house? Tax break? Free ice cream for the rest of your life? A glitter celebration sticker? Anything! DAMN. IT. Being an adult sucks and I don't want to do it anymore.

Then I tried to re-do my pony tail and my hairband broke. Noooooooo. That really sent me over the edge.

Anyway. I don't like thinking about life and all the stupid things that it requires from me. I am not good at planning for the future (um, obviously?) but it seems like living your life planning for things that may or may not (read: probably won't) happen the way you want seems like a waste. So I'm just going to keep on going day by day and hope for the best. Is that stupid? Probably. But doing it any other way sucks all the happiness from my soul. I feel like I could keep going and discuss this subject further, but "Crazy Train" just started playing on my computer (thanks, shuffle!) and "I'm going off the rails on a crazy train" is trying to to tell me to shut up.

"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

So I'm gonna live and IN FACT, I am going to use my bike adventure today as a metaphor! It was really fucking difficult getting up there, but I fucking did it and the ride down was AWESOME.

Dream big people!! Ride that bike to the top!

07 August 2015

Vacation within a Vacation

AKA vacationception!

****DISCLAIMER: My posts have gotten out of control. I'm so sorry. Being unemployed makes me incredibly verbose and I now fancy myself a novelist. I'm sitting in a coffee shop ("Cafe THEWELL") with coffee in a fancy glass listening to Dispatch, so I basically am. It also just started raining so the universe agrees. Think of this less as a blog post and more of a chapter in my autobiography.***

So, I guess I'm technically on vacation here in Korea...and have been on "vacation" since March? I don't really know. It hasn't felt like a "vacation" since I was in America, and now I'm back in Korea, not really doing vacation type things, but I also haven't been working soo.... I don't really know. My life is so strange right now, so I won't even bother trying to label it.

Point is, SY had an actual vacation, days that he was not required to show up at his job where he does work and is given money in return, so we headed down south to a very traditional area of Korea, Gyeongju, and another coastal city, Ulsan. Now, I knew we were going to do these places but I did not, however, know what activities SY had planned for us. And guess what! He didn't plan anything! Was I surprised? Yes and no. Should I have known better? Yes. Was I still angry? YES.

We have had this exact same problem before. I do take half (40/60?) the blame for not remembering last year's vacation fiasco and apparently learning nothing from said fiasco. That was my bad. But, SY seemed so confident when he told me we were down to Gyeongju so I assumed it had a purpose. Silly me. We also foolishly decided to drive instead of take the super fast, super cheap KTX train so we ran into traffic on the way down because all of Korea takes vacation at the same time, to the same place (down south). Three hours turned into five and of course I had to stop every hour for a bathroom/snack break. Luckily Korean rest areas are the best, most entertaining places ever, so that was a plus. Save when SY bought dried squid as a snack and opened it in the car. SO STINKY. He made up for by buying me yummy hodugwaja, red bean filled walnut balls (way more delicious than they sound). Also, I was wearing my awesome new shirt a friend gave me, so I was ready to ride.




That color combo tho


We get to Gyeongju and find the famous Bulguksa temple after a brief spat with the GPS. I did have the good sense to remember that seeing anything interesting in Korea requires a steep walk up a hill, sometimes with millions of stairs, so I was at least ready for that- lightweight clothing, comfortable walking shoes, hair pinned back, bottle of water, good attitude. Though I was prepared, I was still hot as shit. It was crazy muggy...like, Vietnam muggy. Plus, the temple at the top was a little disappointing.

I know I sound whiny, desensitized, disrespectful, whatever, but anyone that has gone temple/church sightseeing in any country knows that after you've seen one or two, you've kind of seen them all. Unless you are just REALLY dying to see "giant golden reclining Buddha atop mountain shaped like tiger," you generally stop taking trips to temples after three years. Or I guess if you're actually religious you keep going as well but we all know I'm not. So, yeah, I was a little upset when we trekked up there and it's the same old temple format he and I have seen together multiple times before. (He is not Buddhist, so I'm not disrespecting his personal beliefs). A google search told me it is one of Korea's seven national treasures AND a UNESCO World Heritage site (they're obsessed with those here), so not a total loss, I guess. However, I got a little grumpy back at the car, for two reason. 1. SY bought a bottle of frozen water, that was not melting fast enough for my liking and 2. There was no plan for the next step. There were some other heritage sights to see, but the next suggestion was a tomb, which are even more boring than temples because in Korea they are generally just mounds of dirt.  VERY IMPORTANT, historical and culturally important mounds of dirt, of course.

I was pretty unenthusiastic about that plan, especially after getting lost yet again, so we decided dinner was a better plan. Did we have a plan for that? NOPE. Did he know where/when/how to get there? NOPE! We were driving around and I jokingly suggested we got the whale museum of Ulsan, but I forgot the number one rule of dating an ESL speaker-NO SARCASM! He thought I was serious, and we drove over this huge ass bridge towards it before I realized what was happening and told him to turn around. He has no sarcasm radar and is also anti-snack, so things were getting a little tense in the car. Hanger is a very real and serious problem for me, but he doesn't like to have a snack if dinner is in the near (3-4 hour) future, so I had to fake a bathroom emergency in order to stop at a convenience store. Then I also had a to give a *small* lecture about the importance of snacking and how not letting me get  hungry is beneficial to us both.

Finally found dinner and the beach, where there was also a concert happening featuring old people doing all sorts of things including ZUMBA, so things definitely perked up. I didn't love the main course, but it was a traditional Korean restaurant that gave us tons of different sides (banchan) so I found some things I liked.




We also found a pretty decent hotel for the evening so things ended on a good night. You get lots of awesome things in Korean "love" motels, and this one was especially fantastic. Small mosquito problem, but we lived. I think the best part about Korean rooms is the free water you get. Usually you get bottles of water, but every now and then you luck out and get a cooler that dispenses cold AND hot water in the room! I've stayed in a lot of hotels and rarely do you get free water, let alone an unlimited supply! This room just had bottles, but it also had a kettle for your free instant tea and coffee. Also, as an added bonus, since most of the motels are mainly for lovers, you also get a lovely little love package that includes a variety of items you might need for a lovely time. I'll just show you and you can make your own conclusions about what exactly that entails.


The contents of the bag always vary, but this particular one had two toothbrushes, toothpaste, bubble bath (the room had two showers, no bathtub), razors, shaving cream, two condoms, a bath sponge, facial yogurt, fresh and happy wash for your lady bits and a "lady kit" with q-tips, cotton swab and a hair band. Again, make your own conclusions. And also understand that these love motels are usually the cheapest option, even if it means sacrificing your dignity to be under the scrutiny and judgement of anyone that sees you entering and exiting, with friends, boyfriend, or otherwise. While I always enjoy opening the bags to see what goodies they have, I most appreciate the fact that the bag is both reusable and waterproof.

The next day also had it's bumps. I was not told that a beach trip was going to happen so I didn't bring any sort of beachy things. I did know we were going to a coastal area, but I assumed SY would have said, we are going to the beach, but no assuming is the second rule of dating an ESL person, so that was my bad.

However, if you have ever traveled with me, you are probably aware that I am the crazy girl scout lady of vacations. I have every thing you will need or might possibly need in any number of unusual or unexpected circumstances. I am a walking pharmacy/tailor/convenience store/grandma and I am VERY PROUD OF THAT. There is nothing I love more than being helpful and when a friend and or random stranger is like, oh! My nail just broke and now my polish is chipped, I feel great pride when I am able to whip out a file AND portable nail polish packets (ooooh yessssss) and solve their problem RIGHT THEN AND THERE. Seriously. It's the best.

BUT this time, just this one time, I had decided to not be a crazy lady and try to pack reasonably, and not for every scenario imaginable. Stupid! Never doing that again! Over-packing is the way to go, all day, every day. I hate having to buy things I already own and bought for whatever case. For example, I have a swim suit, sunscreen, a towel and everything other thing you could possibly need for a beach trip. Was I told we were going to the beach? No. Did I bring any of those helpful things? No. Could I buy them in Ulsan? Yes. Did I? NEVER! Even if I wanted to buy a Korean swim suit, my fat behind couldn't fit in one.

We had another hangry incident because SY insisted we go straight to lunch and get nothing for breakfast, not even stop at one of the thousands of convenience stores we passed so I could get some coffee and a small snack. That was HIS bad because THIRTY minutes later, when we got to where we were going I was in a full blown hanger ball of rage. While in a hanger haze (or immediately after waking up), I've learned it's just best not to say anything, or I could (and have) sever friendly ties, possibly forever. So, I didn't ask any questions about where we were going or who we were meeting. I knew we were meeting a friend of his, but I assumed (IDIOT!) it was just the friend, and at a Holly's Coffee, since that is a name I kept hearing come up in their Korean conversations. I assumed (GOD I NEVER LEARN) I would grab food and coffee there.

HAHAHAHA-I am so dumb and SY is even dumber for allowing this to happen, but we drive directly to the beach and show up, where there are FOUR people and a two year old child waiting for us with a full picnic spread and we are literally empty handed, except for a travel size sunscreen I found in SY's car. Fantastic. Because there is nothing I love more than being hangry, hot, unprepared and meeting new people that I can't communicate with. Who doesn't? Oh, but Jacky, you say, you are at the beach, your favorite place in the world! Yes, my friend, but we are at Korean beach and that changes literally everything.

Korean beach is totally different than anything you have ever known and loved at the beach. For starters, this particular beach has rocks, not sand. Some Korean beaches have sand, but I think this one was man-made. Also, I've been to "pebble" beaches, and they aren't so bad, but these were large, burning hot rocks that really required a mat for sitting. Did we have a mat? Of course not. We get there, and they are setting up a tent. YES A TENT-ON THE BEACH. That is how Koreans beach and it's super annoying. Also, instead of packing ready to eat sandwiches or some sort of beach friendly snack, they are putting together a GRILL and bust out tons of raw meat and ramen that requires cooking with a FIRE before we can eat it. Am I livid at this point? Yes, I am. I am trying to at least look pleasant while the men (it was two other couples) get the tent put together, but I can't really chat with anyone, so I'm kind of just standing around. I try being nice to the kid, but she is not having any of it and finally her mom talks to me a little. She can speak decent English, so I'm relieved, but I'm still in a hangry haze so my brain isn't really working yet. She asks if I can swim, I say of course. And then decide not to talk anymore.

SY finally uses his brain and goes to buy some coffee and I can also finally use my brain as well. Things improve even more when the meat starts cooking and I am eating delicious Korean bbq, my favorite thing ever. Even though it felt like I was sitting in the deepest darkest depths of hell while I was eating it, it was still pretty delicious. I am not a fan of beach drinking (it's too damn hot!) but I did take some soju shots to be polite.






After that, my winning personality returned and I was able to speak like a normal person with my new friends, and I even got the child to smile at me. The lack of a swim suit turned out to be fine because I had forgotten that NO ONE in Korea swims in an actual swim suit. They swim in rash guards, swim jackets (like hoodies, not a life jacket), shorts and a t-shirt, or literally whatever the fuck they have on at the moment. Work polo, dresses, khakis, jeans, doesn't fucking matter. It can be transformed into swim wear. I, however, strongly dislike swimming in my clothes. Being in wet clothes is lame and why would I do that when there is actual clothing designed and created for specifically swimming. But, after sitting in a tent with a flaming grill, on a beach in the middle of July, I decided swimming in my clothes wouldn't be that bad. And it wasn't! The water was freeeeeezing but it cooled me down and sobered me up pretty quickly.



I was still a little annoyed about the clothes, but now mainly because I had only brought one other pair of shorts to wear, and we still had 3 days to get through, so I would be wearing them the rest of the time. I survived, obviously, but a heads up would have been nice. I now need to remember to ask a series of who/what/when/where questions before heading anywhere with SY. Assume nothing!

The rest of the weekend was nice. His friends had a very nice, new, large apartment close to the beach with a great view. They also had a TV you could talk to! "Turn up the volume, TV!" It's English was also decent, but it didn't respond to "find Running Man!" The little girl was so sassy, it was hilarious to watch her! And I got to have some girl talk with the other ladies, mainly about how dumb boys are, which is a universal topic. There a few other hiccups, but we made it home safely, and happily and now all you lovely people also go to re-live my adventure. Lucky you!

SY packed his suit! Thanks for the heads up, asshole! Just kidding, you look Amera-tastic!

View from the apartment

I have now been at this coffee shop for like, four hours, and this writer gig is getting old. I think I'll ride my bike and find some dinner. Still no plans or changes in my Korean mess, but I'll keep you posted!

Dream big, people!