Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Prairie skirts are in fashion this season
Polygamist Wives' Clothing Looks to Past By HILLARY RHODES,AP
I just have a feeling that when Hillary Rhodes of the Associate Press first entered Journalism 101 on the first day of her freshman year of college and sat in the front row, this was not the vision she had for her future.
But I just had to share this article because of the irony, hilarity and elitism of it all. And the fact that at this point in history, this is the news I choose to focus on.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!
I just have a feeling that when Hillary Rhodes of the Associate Press first entered Journalism 101 on the first day of her freshman year of college and sat in the front row, this was not the vision she had for her future.
But I just had to share this article because of the irony, hilarity and elitism of it all. And the fact that at this point in history, this is the news I choose to focus on.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
All you need is....
This was an email I got from a former student in Korea who I correspond with regularly. It just got me thinking....
Today, I had a term project.
My topic was Interracial marriage in Korea.
I'll show to you.
Have you ever thought about Interracail marriage?
and talked to your parents about it? especially i want to ask to women.
Maybe , their parents said "No!"
Actually I really want to get married with foreigner.
Before I started studying in this institute, I didn't think about the issue.
After I'm learning language, my thought was changing little by litte.
I think learning language is getting know about the cultures.
While I preparing the essay.
I asked to my mother.
First I asked, "Mommy, cna i have a foreign boy friend?"
She said "Yes, if you can, but it will be very difficult. because you are not a good English speaker."
I got a hurt a little. I know it just kidding.
And I asked one more question.
"How about get married with foreigner?"
she said "No!"
she can speak English well, and my father and brother too.
It is not problem.
But she thought, different culture is hard to understand.
When the different cultures meet, it can be a trouble.
But sometimes it can be an advantage.
But she didn't know.
I think that the most important thing in marriage is love.
It wasn’t popular in Korea, but, today interracial marriage has becoming more common than the past.
I think one of the main reasons is that women’s condition has changed a lot to choose spouses.
Once we learned, we should consider many things to choose a spouse, characteristic, financial condition, educational background, family status and same race.
And one of the considering factors is added.
It’s love.
And it becomes number one factor to select women’s spouses.
When love places first factor, all others become useless and meaningless when we make a decision about marriage.
Different cultures and languages can be cause many troubles on interracial marriages.
But women’s point of view, Korea has a conservative culture and Confucianism country.
Much housework’s should be done by wives.
But I heard many western countries are progressive and have “lady first” thinking.
And western culture is quite personal and husband and wife oriented not family oriented.
When I watch marriage situation drama, “Love and War,” I knew the relationship between parents-in-law could be harsh and cause problems
According to Korea culture, most of men think, women have to do all of housework and they have to take care of their parent-in-law.
In the Bible, according to Genesis chapter3 verse 16 to 19,
To be brief, God gave us punishment.
To the women, increase her pains in childbearing.
And her desire will be for her husband, and he will over her.
To the men, he must not eat of it, because in the ground because of him, though painful toil he will eat of it all the days of his life.
So, it means, men’s have to work, and do the women have to take care of her and husband family and be ruled over by him?
It’s unfair.
Yeh, I know a few family didn’t do like that.
Most of Korean women are worried about it.
After they get married, they should have to quit their work.
But some foreigner’s are different.
They usually think all of housework must share each other.
And they don’t have to take care of their parent-in-law.
Because of their thought, most foreigners have individualism.
Due to this thought, they don’t have any heavy duty.
So I think we can find many advantages on women respect cultures.
The Korean women who want interracial marriage don’t consider financial conditions,
But, just decide marrying in Belief of a husband’s love.
It was tooooo long.
What do you think about it?
Today, I had a term project.
My topic was Interracial marriage in Korea.
I'll show to you.
Have you ever thought about Interracail marriage?
and talked to your parents about it? especially i want to ask to women.
Maybe , their parents said "No!"
Actually I really want to get married with foreigner.
Before I started studying in this institute, I didn't think about the issue.
After I'm learning language, my thought was changing little by litte.
I think learning language is getting know about the cultures.
While I preparing the essay.
I asked to my mother.
First I asked, "Mommy, cna i have a foreign boy friend?"
She said "Yes, if you can, but it will be very difficult. because you are not a good English speaker."
I got a hurt a little. I know it just kidding.
And I asked one more question.
"How about get married with foreigner?"
she said "No!"
she can speak English well, and my father and brother too.
It is not problem.
But she thought, different culture is hard to understand.
When the different cultures meet, it can be a trouble.
But sometimes it can be an advantage.
But she didn't know.
I think that the most important thing in marriage is love.
It wasn’t popular in Korea, but, today interracial marriage has becoming more common than the past.
I think one of the main reasons is that women’s condition has changed a lot to choose spouses.
Once we learned, we should consider many things to choose a spouse, characteristic, financial condition, educational background, family status and same race.
And one of the considering factors is added.
It’s love.
And it becomes number one factor to select women’s spouses.
When love places first factor, all others become useless and meaningless when we make a decision about marriage.
Different cultures and languages can be cause many troubles on interracial marriages.
But women’s point of view, Korea has a conservative culture and Confucianism country.
Much housework’s should be done by wives.
But I heard many western countries are progressive and have “lady first” thinking.
And western culture is quite personal and husband and wife oriented not family oriented.
When I watch marriage situation drama, “Love and War,” I knew the relationship between parents-in-law could be harsh and cause problems
According to Korea culture, most of men think, women have to do all of housework and they have to take care of their parent-in-law.
In the Bible, according to Genesis chapter3 verse 16 to 19,
To be brief, God gave us punishment.
To the women, increase her pains in childbearing.
And her desire will be for her husband, and he will over her.
To the men, he must not eat of it, because in the ground because of him, though painful toil he will eat of it all the days of his life.
So, it means, men’s have to work, and do the women have to take care of her and husband family and be ruled over by him?
It’s unfair.
Yeh, I know a few family didn’t do like that.
Most of Korean women are worried about it.
After they get married, they should have to quit their work.
But some foreigner’s are different.
They usually think all of housework must share each other.
And they don’t have to take care of their parent-in-law.
Because of their thought, most foreigners have individualism.
Due to this thought, they don’t have any heavy duty.
So I think we can find many advantages on women respect cultures.
The Korean women who want interracial marriage don’t consider financial conditions,
But, just decide marrying in Belief of a husband’s love.
It was tooooo long.
What do you think about it?
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I GOT TAGGED!!!
Ok, so when this whole tag phase started I was a little offended that no one had tagged me. But then I noticed that I was actually tagged about a month ago on mila's blog, I just didn't pay attention. SO HERE GOES!!! I'M SUPER EXCITED!!!
1. IPOD ear buds: hell if I know where the IPOD is. That's ok, it's not mine it's my sister's and she hasn't asked for it back
2. Um-ba-rella-ella-ella
3. Green Walleta- my favorite thing ever-because it took me so long to find a wallet that I REALLY wanted. So much better than that $30 crap at urban (which sucks)
4. Lipgloss from the Body Shop
5. Lotion from the Body Shop (I F'ing love the body shop and everything that they stand for!)
6. Thank You for Smoking by Christopher Buckley- one of the best books I've ever read and if matthew and ellen and that pretencious writer at the New York Times are correct, and they usually are, the reason that I'm still single.
7. Verizon NV- My new appendage. Why I need to check my email in 7 minute intervals, I'll never know BUT GOD BLESS VERIZON!!!!
8. My black pen and Red notebook- recent acquisition to write down my thoughts, feeling, do to lists. But I mostly use it to write funny things I hear on the train. Here's my favorite:
friday april 4, 2008- 7:27pm- the g train
"When a man ask you what yo' favorite position is you say downtown! be real girl and you will have yourself a jolly ol' time! alright?" -Lady holding a Mickey mouse balloon and the hand of a 6 year old
9. My camera case- I always carry it in case there's something interesting to take a picture of, but then I always forget I have it.
10. And all that fits in my bitchin' Brooklyn Bag
I would tag, but I don't know if there's anyone left.
1. IPOD ear buds: hell if I know where the IPOD is. That's ok, it's not mine it's my sister's and she hasn't asked for it back
2. Um-ba-rella-ella-ella
3. Green Walleta- my favorite thing ever-because it took me so long to find a wallet that I REALLY wanted. So much better than that $30 crap at urban (which sucks)
4. Lipgloss from the Body Shop
5. Lotion from the Body Shop (I F'ing love the body shop and everything that they stand for!)
6. Thank You for Smoking by Christopher Buckley- one of the best books I've ever read and if matthew and ellen and that pretencious writer at the New York Times are correct, and they usually are, the reason that I'm still single.
7. Verizon NV- My new appendage. Why I need to check my email in 7 minute intervals, I'll never know BUT GOD BLESS VERIZON!!!!
8. My black pen and Red notebook- recent acquisition to write down my thoughts, feeling, do to lists. But I mostly use it to write funny things I hear on the train. Here's my favorite:
friday april 4, 2008- 7:27pm- the g train
"When a man ask you what yo' favorite position is you say downtown! be real girl and you will have yourself a jolly ol' time! alright?" -Lady holding a Mickey mouse balloon and the hand of a 6 year old
9. My camera case- I always carry it in case there's something interesting to take a picture of, but then I always forget I have it.
10. And all that fits in my bitchin' Brooklyn Bag
I would tag, but I don't know if there's anyone left.
Friday, April 04, 2008
On the C
We were all minding our own business, trying desperatly to avoid contact with one another, when when she entered the train. She was gorgeous, at least 250lbs, 5'11 dressed to the nines- the heels of the stilletto boots quivering at 65 degree angles. She was a big girl, but she knew how to dress to impress. The ironic thing was that it was not her clothing that impressed us C-Train Commuters at 8:43 in the morning.
Ok, I've thought of a million segues into this, but nothing quite grasp the concept other than just blurting it out. That woman had THE BIGGEST ASS I HAVE EVER SEEN IN LIFE. One only seen in music videos and that only Sir Mix-a-lot could sing about. This was a legendary, park-your-bike-in, set-your-drink-on ASS! AMAZING!
I peeled my eyes away from her only to see all the fellow commuters staring at her ass in as much amazement as I was. And when we got to her stop those same eyes followed her out as each cheeck jumped under her skirt as if independant from each other.
For a second, there was complete silence on the train. I think the others, like me, were trying to take it all in and register what they had just seen. We all just sat there, catatonic, until a homeless man so eloquently broke the silence when he said, "Well, damn!"
Ok, I've thought of a million segues into this, but nothing quite grasp the concept other than just blurting it out. That woman had THE BIGGEST ASS I HAVE EVER SEEN IN LIFE. One only seen in music videos and that only Sir Mix-a-lot could sing about. This was a legendary, park-your-bike-in, set-your-drink-on ASS! AMAZING!
I peeled my eyes away from her only to see all the fellow commuters staring at her ass in as much amazement as I was. And when we got to her stop those same eyes followed her out as each cheeck jumped under her skirt as if independant from each other.
For a second, there was complete silence on the train. I think the others, like me, were trying to take it all in and register what they had just seen. We all just sat there, catatonic, until a homeless man so eloquently broke the silence when he said, "Well, damn!"
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
I heart New York
I was reading a journal entry from back in January. I was weeks into my job search and frustrated to no end. That day I visited the New York Public Library on 6th Ave to write a couple cover letters, and also as an excuse to get out of the house. I found myself overwhelmed, not just with my task, with with the size, history and all around awesomeness of the building. I remember resenting feeling like a tourist in my own home town. I wanted SO badly to have a reason to stay, but it didn't seem like it was going to happen. I felt so small.
I guess that's what's so great about keeping a journal, even though I might be the worst person at it. But you have the opportunity to look back at the problems that you thought were SO HUGE and see how insignificant they've become. And, if you're smart enough, you'll remember that when faced with new challenges.
See, if I had my way, I'd be in Syracuse, NY, slaving away in someones lab, but that's not what God wanted. And though I kicked, screamed, bitched and moaned, I've been reminded once again, that God kinda has the upper hand when it comes to seeing the future and knowing what's going to work out.
So, I don't know what's coming next (well, california is, but you know what I mean), but I'm excited as HELL!
But for now, when I see a hippy walking arm and arm with a 80 year old socialite, a 60 year old korean man dressed like justin timberlake, and his blond 20 year old girlfriend, and a white lady with a red afro, like I did today, I'll just smile and say, GOD I LOVE NEW YORK!
I guess that's what's so great about keeping a journal, even though I might be the worst person at it. But you have the opportunity to look back at the problems that you thought were SO HUGE and see how insignificant they've become. And, if you're smart enough, you'll remember that when faced with new challenges.
See, if I had my way, I'd be in Syracuse, NY, slaving away in someones lab, but that's not what God wanted. And though I kicked, screamed, bitched and moaned, I've been reminded once again, that God kinda has the upper hand when it comes to seeing the future and knowing what's going to work out.
So, I don't know what's coming next (well, california is, but you know what I mean), but I'm excited as HELL!
But for now, when I see a hippy walking arm and arm with a 80 year old socialite, a 60 year old korean man dressed like justin timberlake, and his blond 20 year old girlfriend, and a white lady with a red afro, like I did today, I'll just smile and say, GOD I LOVE NEW YORK!
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Bad Day
Today during lunch I felt like the world was coming to an end. I was walking down spring street, fighting tears. I’d just had the worst day in a really really long time. What happened? I was on my way out to lunch when an important client, and two phone calls came in at the same time. I had to hold my lunch back five minutes. When I finally got out the elevator I was spent! I walked a couple blocks bemoaning my existence, until on the corner of Spring and Wooster I had the sudden urge to scream “WHAT THE FUCK?! Jael, what’s wrong with you? Being held up for five minutes is REALLY your biggest problem in the world?”
Is it just me, or are there others out there like me? For about 5 minutes I had felt that I was CLEARLY victimized by a client and my telephone. A year ago I was in drowning in a financial bog that I swore I would never make it out alive. 10 months ago at a previous job, one of my clients had a suicide attempt. Was 5 minutes really worth getting into a stink about?! Why is it that when we’re going through, we’re begging God to get us out of this storm, only to complain that the sun is shining way too bright in the calm. I don’t know how God puts up with it.
Is it just me, or are there others out there like me? For about 5 minutes I had felt that I was CLEARLY victimized by a client and my telephone. A year ago I was in drowning in a financial bog that I swore I would never make it out alive. 10 months ago at a previous job, one of my clients had a suicide attempt. Was 5 minutes really worth getting into a stink about?! Why is it that when we’re going through, we’re begging God to get us out of this storm, only to complain that the sun is shining way too bright in the calm. I don’t know how God puts up with it.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Fruity Pebbles
I’m finally at that age when everyone seems to be getting married. When I say everyone, I mean EVERYONE but me. And frankly, I’m surprised at my attitude. See, I had a feeling that this was going to happen. I’ve always expected to be the last one of my friends who was alone and fat, but I sort of expected some sort of mental breakdown to accompany the arrival of this day. I mean, as surprising at it sounds, I’m genuinely happy for my friends and I don’t constantly check myself in the mirror for a humpback or a gimpy leg that will forever keep me fat and alone (apologies to all my faithful fat, lonely gimpy-legged humpbacked readers) My one concern is, why am I so unconcerned? By my age, my mother had 6 years of marriage under her belt, 2 children and an accidental child on the horizon (me). Meanwhile, I’m at Pathmark buying Fruity Pebbles because no one can tell me I can’t have them. ( I do carry them home in a cloth bag, which is VERY adult, thank you very much!). But while I’m munching on my fruity pebbles, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something else I should be aspiring to? Why am I not acting my age? How does one act 24? Instead of rolling my eyes at mothers who bring crying babies on airplanes, should I smile at them politely while my ovaries yearn for their good reproductive fortune? Listen, I’m not saying I don’t want domestic life. In some sort of dark distant future, I do want it! But for now, these fruity pebbles are delicious! Is that so wrong?
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Negras who throw temper tantrums and the God who loves them...
Today, spiritually, I hit a wall. I was angry and tired. It'd been more than a year that I was ministering to others, but felt so far removed from God. I felt like everything I earnestly asked God for, I got the opposite of. I felt like my will was the opposite of his. Like I had no control over my life, so what's the point of prayer? So I sat on my floor, threw things and told God exactly how I felt.
Then a pang of guilt swept over me. How could I do that? I have an amazing life. I have too much food, clothes, education. I travel too much. Who was I to complain? But on the other hand, this is what I was feeling. Why should I feel guilty for letting it out? Is it so impossible to relate with God that I can't really express how I feel?
Then I went on Youtube and literally just happened upon this video.
I guess sometimes God is not so subtle.
Is it that He's finally speaking to me? Or that I'm finally listening?
Then a pang of guilt swept over me. How could I do that? I have an amazing life. I have too much food, clothes, education. I travel too much. Who was I to complain? But on the other hand, this is what I was feeling. Why should I feel guilty for letting it out? Is it so impossible to relate with God that I can't really express how I feel?
Then I went on Youtube and literally just happened upon this video.
I guess sometimes God is not so subtle.
Is it that He's finally speaking to me? Or that I'm finally listening?
Shame
During Bush's State of the Union address I was watching Season 1 of Desperate Housewives. What were you doing?
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Well done, white people, well done
A genius named Dave Chappelle once said that anytime black people do something amazing, white people steal it. That's why we still have Li'l Mama.
here are two examples when, you know what, I really don't mind
here are two examples when, you know what, I really don't mind
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
AMERICA! AMERICA!
I'M BACK, BABY!
After 6 months to be away from American soil, I'm happy to be here once again. While I was never particularly patriotic, there are certain inalienable rights that I've found I couldn't live without. English, for example. Don't get me wrong I miss Korea HARDCORE, and every other second I'm tempted to use all of my savings to get on a plane back to Seoul. but I fully believe that at this moment I'm where I'm meant to be: BROOKLYN, gangstas!
Now, it's not to say that being back i'm not experiencing reverse culture-shock. And now that i've gotten over the jet lag (3 weeks later) I can do my favorite thing in the world: MAKE A LIST!
15 things I missed in the past 6 months:
1. White strips that dissolve (AMAZING)
2. Vivica fox has a sex tape (ME TOO! Impact not what I expected, I will release it again in 6 months)
3. Britney is crazy (actually, we knew that, by we I mean the world)
4. New York picked a crazy white boy (Taylor Made- there's someone for everyone)
5. Amy Whinehouse is still famous/alive/a woman
6. Maury hasn't won the Nobel prize for Amazingness in talk show history (Am I the only one who recognizes genius?!?!)
7. Prince William is back together with his girlfriend (I know that's not America, but this is still upsetting)
8. The Dow Jones Insdutrial Average closes above 14,000 for the first time in history (actually, I got that off wiki, I don't know what the hell that means)
9. RED SOXS WIN THE WORLD SERIES!!! (I watched it from the other end, but it's not the same!)
10. Don't tase me, bro! (JAJAJAJAJAJAJA)
11. Jamie Lynn is pregnant (who's Jamie Lynn?)
12.Everyone is running for President (and has sex tapes)
13. Dog the bounty hunter is a racist and not black (surprise, surprise)
14. Oprah is running for president (and I'm voting for her!)
15. High School Musical 2 (I don't know how to feel)
After 6 months to be away from American soil, I'm happy to be here once again. While I was never particularly patriotic, there are certain inalienable rights that I've found I couldn't live without. English, for example. Don't get me wrong I miss Korea HARDCORE, and every other second I'm tempted to use all of my savings to get on a plane back to Seoul. but I fully believe that at this moment I'm where I'm meant to be: BROOKLYN, gangstas!
Now, it's not to say that being back i'm not experiencing reverse culture-shock. And now that i've gotten over the jet lag (3 weeks later) I can do my favorite thing in the world: MAKE A LIST!
15 things I missed in the past 6 months:
1. White strips that dissolve (AMAZING)
2. Vivica fox has a sex tape (ME TOO! Impact not what I expected, I will release it again in 6 months)
3. Britney is crazy (actually, we knew that, by we I mean the world)
4. New York picked a crazy white boy (Taylor Made- there's someone for everyone)
5. Amy Whinehouse is still famous/alive/a woman
6. Maury hasn't won the Nobel prize for Amazingness in talk show history (Am I the only one who recognizes genius?!?!)
7. Prince William is back together with his girlfriend (I know that's not America, but this is still upsetting)
8. The Dow Jones Insdutrial Average closes above 14,000 for the first time in history (actually, I got that off wiki, I don't know what the hell that means)
9. RED SOXS WIN THE WORLD SERIES!!! (I watched it from the other end, but it's not the same!)
10. Don't tase me, bro! (JAJAJAJAJAJAJA)
11. Jamie Lynn is pregnant (who's Jamie Lynn?)
12.Everyone is running for President (and has sex tapes)
13. Dog the bounty hunter is a racist and not black (surprise, surprise)
14. Oprah is running for president (and I'm voting for her!)
15. High School Musical 2 (I don't know how to feel)
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Nice Man
Last night I was wondering if I'd ever seen a man get kicked in the balls... and then I remebered this little story....
I love teaching, but I especially love teaching other people spanish. I'm very proud of my culture and feel that the best way to share it with others it to, of course, teach them all the Spanish expletives that I know.
My favorite is puto. It comes from the word, puta, meaning bitch/whore/female dog, but the adding the "o" at the end, makes it masculine, which I don't think technically has a meaning other than just being vulgar.
One day I was feeling rather educational, as I often do, so I taught our church secretary, Smith, the word puto. I just happened to omit the real meaning the word, and I just happen to add on that it meant nice man, and that the very next time he saw my friend and spanish-speaking coworker Jairus he should call him puto at the top of his lungs, because spanish speakers LOVE that.
I was lucky enough to be in the room when it happened. So yea, I've seen a man get kicked in the balls.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
sphinctor what? sphinctor who?
At Namyoung we hug. In a country where hugging is reserved only for immediate family in only the most extreme circumstances, I happened to be placed at the school where we hug. For everything.
This phenomena is due largely to the works of Pastor Yoon Seong Hyeon. Or as we call him Pastor Saint (not for any reason except for that is what his korean name translates into English.) Saint spend a significant amount of time in New Zealand and in Australia and picked up a few habits along the way, sitting on floors (unheard of in this country) and, of course, the hugging
But that's not what this blog is about. It's about how I got Saint to explain what a sphincter is this is a little long, so you may want to put the kids to bed first.
Korean Lesson:
In the Korean language there is such thing as a double consonant. Let me give you an example: The word for room is bang but the word for bread is bbang. the latter is said as if someone were to punch you in the stomach while you were saying the word.
Now, through a very dear friend, I found out that the korean word for sphincter is ddont ggo. (like don't go, if you get punched in the stomach twice). got it. good.
As I am leaving korea for good in a month, my pastor has been trying to convince me to extend my contract en corea. Usually when he passes me in the hall he say, "don't go!" Last sabbath, I seized the golden opportunity I had been waiting for!
After seeing him during church he gave me his usual "don't go!"
This is how the rest of the conversation went...
Jael: Pastor, Sean told me that don't go is a bad word in Korean, could it be true?
Saint: Really don't go? hmmm (thinks about it) don't go.... OH! ddont ggo!
Jael: Yeah. Pastor, what in the world could it mean.
Saint: oh haha (blushes) it's the exact point... you know... back here (points back there) where it comes out when you (gunts like he's dookying)
Jael: Huh?
Saint: You know, (grunts like it's a big one)where is comes out. the exact point.
Jael: OH! I see. Boy that Sean is terrible! Thanks Pastor, happy sabbath! (smiles and walks away)
This phenomena is due largely to the works of Pastor Yoon Seong Hyeon. Or as we call him Pastor Saint (not for any reason except for that is what his korean name translates into English.) Saint spend a significant amount of time in New Zealand and in Australia and picked up a few habits along the way, sitting on floors (unheard of in this country) and, of course, the hugging
But that's not what this blog is about. It's about how I got Saint to explain what a sphincter is this is a little long, so you may want to put the kids to bed first.
Korean Lesson:
In the Korean language there is such thing as a double consonant. Let me give you an example: The word for room is bang but the word for bread is bbang. the latter is said as if someone were to punch you in the stomach while you were saying the word.
Now, through a very dear friend, I found out that the korean word for sphincter is ddont ggo. (like don't go, if you get punched in the stomach twice). got it. good.
As I am leaving korea for good in a month, my pastor has been trying to convince me to extend my contract en corea. Usually when he passes me in the hall he say, "don't go!" Last sabbath, I seized the golden opportunity I had been waiting for!
After seeing him during church he gave me his usual "don't go!"
This is how the rest of the conversation went...
Jael: Pastor, Sean told me that don't go is a bad word in Korean, could it be true?
Saint: Really don't go? hmmm (thinks about it) don't go.... OH! ddont ggo!
Jael: Yeah. Pastor, what in the world could it mean.
Saint: oh haha (blushes) it's the exact point... you know... back here (points back there) where it comes out when you (gunts like he's dookying)
Jael: Huh?
Saint: You know, (grunts like it's a big one)where is comes out. the exact point.
Jael: OH! I see. Boy that Sean is terrible! Thanks Pastor, happy sabbath! (smiles and walks away)
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Teacher, do you like ice cream
I hate my schedule this term. I start at 7am in the morning, and end at 9:10pm (with a rediculously long break in between). I'm expected to be happy and cheerful this entire time (bitches). However, God has granted me an awesome 8:10 class. They are all really funny and energetic which gets me through that difficult final hour.
There are three students in particular: Jack, Danny and Son. Danny is a 20 year old college student and the class clown. Jack is an office worker in his late 20/early 30s, who should really know better and Son is their shy and quiet friend, who should really find a better crowd to hang out with.
For some reason, the first two get their kicks by reminding me that they are single (there's also this perception here that black girls are uber sexual, where would they get that idea)while poor Son just blushes and smiles. Their comments are funny at first, but then usually get old and annoying, so I pretend that I don't hear them.
But I couldn't ignore this one.
Danny: Teacher, do you like ice cream?
me: Yes, Danny, I love ice cream.
Danny: Well, he's chocolate, I'm strawberry and he's vanilla. Pick a flavor.
Jack: This is an important question, so we would really appreciate an answer.
Son: (Blushes and smiles)
I couldn't hate. That was really clever for level 1
There are three students in particular: Jack, Danny and Son. Danny is a 20 year old college student and the class clown. Jack is an office worker in his late 20/early 30s, who should really know better and Son is their shy and quiet friend, who should really find a better crowd to hang out with.
For some reason, the first two get their kicks by reminding me that they are single (there's also this perception here that black girls are uber sexual, where would they get that idea)while poor Son just blushes and smiles. Their comments are funny at first, but then usually get old and annoying, so I pretend that I don't hear them.
But I couldn't ignore this one.
Danny: Teacher, do you like ice cream?
me: Yes, Danny, I love ice cream.
Danny: Well, he's chocolate, I'm strawberry and he's vanilla. Pick a flavor.
Jack: This is an important question, so we would really appreciate an answer.
Son: (Blushes and smiles)
I couldn't hate. That was really clever for level 1
Thursday, September 06, 2007
I'm SOOO official it's not even funny
I kind of had this fantasy that being a missionary in Korea would some how automatically make me thin. Like, I'd just lose 30 lbs without even trying. I mean look at Day and Ellen. Well, what those bitches forgot to mention is that they work their asses off at the gym. We all know day can get down on a treadmill, and Ellen's significant other is a personal trainer. But silly me thought I could have all the rich and kim that my heart desired (then take a nap) and when I woke up the lbs would just be gone. Well that wasn't true. Boy was my face red.
So, in august, I decided to get a gym membership, EXPENSIVE AS HELL!!! $45 for the month- you think that would make me go? NOPE. In the entire month of august I went 3 time. That's $15 a visit. So, september, I turned over a new leaf. No more of this being fat shit. I'm doing a sort of biggest loser competition with 2 teachers from school. And let me tell you, i'm winning. I'm low carb (which is hard to pull off in Korea) I've been going to the gym every afternoon. And on wednesday Jin, the gym guy said "Hi, Jael, nice to see you again!" That mean I'm an official gym rat if the owner of the gym knows my name. I'm so offical it's not even funny (hence the title).
And, according to Day, my breasts have reduced in size, which is a good sign, cause I've already lost 2 kilos (which is 4.4 lbs) HURRAH FOR THE OFFICIAL GYM RAT!!!!
So, in august, I decided to get a gym membership, EXPENSIVE AS HELL!!! $45 for the month- you think that would make me go? NOPE. In the entire month of august I went 3 time. That's $15 a visit. So, september, I turned over a new leaf. No more of this being fat shit. I'm doing a sort of biggest loser competition with 2 teachers from school. And let me tell you, i'm winning. I'm low carb (which is hard to pull off in Korea) I've been going to the gym every afternoon. And on wednesday Jin, the gym guy said "Hi, Jael, nice to see you again!" That mean I'm an official gym rat if the owner of the gym knows my name. I'm so offical it's not even funny (hence the title).
And, according to Day, my breasts have reduced in size, which is a good sign, cause I've already lost 2 kilos (which is 4.4 lbs) HURRAH FOR THE OFFICIAL GYM RAT!!!!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Teacher, are you in love? POP POP POP
If you don't know about South Korea in the summer time. Let me school you. It's humid. Really really humid. Meaning, you walk out of the shower and dry yourself off and three seconds later you're wet. (with sweat, for those of you who didn't understand). Consequently, the second I stepped off the airplane, my forehead decided to revolt.
Jael's forehead: What?! You didn't tell me the weather was going to be like this! You bitch, I tought we had an understanding that you needed pre-approval before coming to a place like. That's it! You asked for it! Come on guys! Do your thing!
1000 pimple army: YAY!
But that's not the point of this blog. The following conversation is:
Sylvia: Teacher! Are you in love?
Jael: No, Sylvia, I don't think so. Why?
Sylvia: Your temple. (gets uncomfortably close to Jael's forehead) pop, pop, pop.
Jael: (Backing away) They're called pimples, Sylvia. Sit down, please. We have to start.
Sylvia: In Korea, they say that when you fall in love your hormones change. (gets closer) And teacher, you're temple, pop, pop, pop.
Jael: Thank you, Sylvia. Sit down.
I LOVE THIS COUNTRY!!!!
Jael's forehead: What?! You didn't tell me the weather was going to be like this! You bitch, I tought we had an understanding that you needed pre-approval before coming to a place like. That's it! You asked for it! Come on guys! Do your thing!
1000 pimple army: YAY!
But that's not the point of this blog. The following conversation is:
Sylvia: Teacher! Are you in love?
Jael: No, Sylvia, I don't think so. Why?
Sylvia: Your temple. (gets uncomfortably close to Jael's forehead) pop, pop, pop.
Jael: (Backing away) They're called pimples, Sylvia. Sit down, please. We have to start.
Sylvia: In Korea, they say that when you fall in love your hormones change. (gets closer) And teacher, you're temple, pop, pop, pop.
Jael: Thank you, Sylvia. Sit down.
I LOVE THIS COUNTRY!!!!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Are you wearing your mother's panties?
(Sexy)Sean is one of my favorite boys in TIC (Total immersion course at the language school I teach at-- he basically stays at the school from 9-5:30 every day learning english). He's really smart, loves everything about the english language and is kinda a big brother to everyone in the group.
Here's a recent conversation I had with him...
(Jael walks into the room wearing a dress)
Sean: Wow, Jael, you look beautiful today! Why are you wearing a dress?
Jael: Oh, I haven't done laundry in a while and all I have left is really fancy stuff
Sean: (huge smile on face) so... are you... wearing your mother's panties?
Jael: Excuse me?!
Sean: Are you... wearing... you're mother's panties (looks at Jael like she's an idiot)
Jael: Why are you asking me that?!
Sean: Because I saw friends yesterday and Rachel says she wears her mother's panties when she doesn't do laundry. So... are you wearing your mother's panties?
Jael: OH!! It's granny panties! And you're not allowed to ask me that!
Sean: (realizes what he just said, and blushes)
Here's a recent conversation I had with him...
(Jael walks into the room wearing a dress)
Sean: Wow, Jael, you look beautiful today! Why are you wearing a dress?
Jael: Oh, I haven't done laundry in a while and all I have left is really fancy stuff
Sean: (huge smile on face) so... are you... wearing your mother's panties?
Jael: Excuse me?!
Sean: Are you... wearing... you're mother's panties (looks at Jael like she's an idiot)
Jael: Why are you asking me that?!
Sean: Because I saw friends yesterday and Rachel says she wears her mother's panties when she doesn't do laundry. So... are you wearing your mother's panties?
Jael: OH!! It's granny panties! And you're not allowed to ask me that!
Sean: (realizes what he just said, and blushes)
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