My mind is numb from sitting at work doing nothing. You see....most people dream of such a job. Well, it isn't a job at all. I am treated like a after-thought at best, which I have grown to enjoy a bit. It used to get on my nerves. I've come to expect it. I sit there and try my best to include the others in my daily life and whatever. It is just hard when they are kind of too shy to even talk to me. I don't care how well or bad somebody speaks English as long as I can communicate with them. It takes a good long time, but whatever. It don't bother me because mostly I'm bored clear out of my mind.
Everything here is just a bit harder than it needs to be. I tried to do a bit of work here at home and I realized that I ain't got the right word processor. My laptop from the US cannot read 'Hangul' which is the Korean letter system. Now I'll drag myself out to a PC room and pay to do work that I forgot to do at work because it is so rare that I actually have to do anything. I know that it don't seem right, but you have to remember that my mind has went numb.
I have a funny student who is in 2nd grade middle school here which would be 8th grade back home. One day as I was walking down the freezing hallway he stopped me to ask me about Jesus. He pointed to his heart and to mine and just kept saying Jesus and then giving a thumbs up. It was really funny. Then I seen him cleaning the wall for a few hours a couple weeks after. I ask him what he was doing and he didn't want to even try and explain. I asked him in my limited Korean if he smokes and he said no. I knew that is the reason why he was cleaning the wall. First he told me no and that his clothes only smelled like it and then I bothered him and explained why it is not a good idea to do that. By the end, we were laughing which is sort of cool.
I've went totally crazy this week because of the fact that I've needed to renew my passport. I used the courier system that the embassy suggested. The idiots picked up my mail and didn't give a tracking number or a receipt. Of course, they didn't come on time so I wadn't there on Saturday morning when the showed up. I give the company a call and tried to speak 'English' the person there who speaks 'English'. They didn't want to talk to me much cuz my co-teacher had set it all up. What a joke!! My co-teacher is 'too busy' to follow up on my personal stuff, but it was in her name and she speaks Korean. So, for a week I looked for my passport by any means possible without a tracking number. The idiots finally give me a tracking number 15 hours before they delivered it to the embassy which was ever bit of 5 days too late. So yes, my mind is numb from all of this.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Nepal!!!!!
I like to do things in a kind of routine. My friends here tell me that I am very scheduled. I have to be. It's too much going on all of the time. I get my week planned out a week before it comes. This week, every single hour is pretty much planned out for me. I had to ask for 'early leaves' today in order to head off to the bank tomorrow. It is something that is difficult to ask for. I only get eight hours a year for this sort of thing. I will send a small chunk of money back to the homestead and get my long awaited American check for my passport renewal. They ain't no other time to do it, and they's very limited time before my next work visa must be done. Time has flew so fast here this year. I ain't never had a more faster year in my whole life. It seems like every week is like me climbing a mountain in Nepal just trying to get it all done.
I've been lucky enough to find a nice Indian restaurant that is only a block from my house. You gotta understand that this is Korea, so they ain't many places like this here. The owners are from Nepal. It is an interesting place. He speaks rather good Korean, but his English ain't the best. His wife don't speak English or Korean which makes for some funny conversations. I bought some hand made gloves off of her that were made in Nepal for a gift. It cost me about $2. That's crazy! I go there about 2x a week for some chicken and some rice. It is pretty good. I go when I ain't go the energy to cook. It's so many weird/odd things there. The owner has 3 front teeth. I guess he has some weird 3rd tooth in between his main ones. It cracks up my friends that goes there too. Today I treated 3 of my friends to a free dinner using my club card filled with 30 stamps. Then they took our picture cuz I'z the first to redeem my card. I guess that it's another teacher who has 3 full cards who ain't brung in a party of 4 to get his $65 dollar meal for free. The little Nepal place is quite an interesting place. Oh.. I almost forgot to tell you that sometimes the owner wears this random pearl earring. It is so funny! LOL!
I guess my readership is pretty much higher in Europe than it is in the US or in Korea. I find that odd. I guess now that I've wrote about Nepal that it might could start in Nepal too. Who knows? I'm surprised that they's people that reads my blog all over the world about my crazy random life over here in my loft house on the 10th floor in the city of Incheon, South Korea. Nepal would be a cool place to visit. I know someone who went there on a mission trip to tell people about the love of Jesus for the first time. I guess they told them about how Jesus was born in a barn, lived a perfect life, died for everyone's sins and then rose from the grave to prove that he is God. They did this while living beside of a river and using it to cool their food in a cooler. Maybe I should go there some day and see if they still remember my friend who told them all of this for the first time. That would be super interesting.
I've been lucky enough to find a nice Indian restaurant that is only a block from my house. You gotta understand that this is Korea, so they ain't many places like this here. The owners are from Nepal. It is an interesting place. He speaks rather good Korean, but his English ain't the best. His wife don't speak English or Korean which makes for some funny conversations. I bought some hand made gloves off of her that were made in Nepal for a gift. It cost me about $2. That's crazy! I go there about 2x a week for some chicken and some rice. It is pretty good. I go when I ain't go the energy to cook. It's so many weird/odd things there. The owner has 3 front teeth. I guess he has some weird 3rd tooth in between his main ones. It cracks up my friends that goes there too. Today I treated 3 of my friends to a free dinner using my club card filled with 30 stamps. Then they took our picture cuz I'z the first to redeem my card. I guess that it's another teacher who has 3 full cards who ain't brung in a party of 4 to get his $65 dollar meal for free. The little Nepal place is quite an interesting place. Oh.. I almost forgot to tell you that sometimes the owner wears this random pearl earring. It is so funny! LOL!
I guess my readership is pretty much higher in Europe than it is in the US or in Korea. I find that odd. I guess now that I've wrote about Nepal that it might could start in Nepal too. Who knows? I'm surprised that they's people that reads my blog all over the world about my crazy random life over here in my loft house on the 10th floor in the city of Incheon, South Korea. Nepal would be a cool place to visit. I know someone who went there on a mission trip to tell people about the love of Jesus for the first time. I guess they told them about how Jesus was born in a barn, lived a perfect life, died for everyone's sins and then rose from the grave to prove that he is God. They did this while living beside of a river and using it to cool their food in a cooler. Maybe I should go there some day and see if they still remember my friend who told them all of this for the first time. That would be super interesting.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Way Too Much
They's way too much going on in the world. It's too much crazy stuff that I am totally unable to wrap my head around. So many people are so content to just hate and do terrible things to each other. How exactly does people get to that point that they think that they are doing good by hurting people? I have a friend that was raised in a 'Christian' home, yet her father won't talk to her sister because she got her a tattoo. I'm pretty sure that the only reason she done that is to prove that she ain't under the father's authority. Of course, this girl is ever bit of 25 years old and ain't lived at home in years. Then again, a Muslim guy told me that it is okay for him to kill me because I do not respect the teachings of his 'prophet'. How do you hate like that? This is blind hate and the other hates way too much for more personal reasons. Why the hate?
They ain't too many people that goes to my church here in Incheon. It might be 60 tops. I remember when I first came people were not too close. They never wanted to spend time together and didn't give a rip if they seen each other at church. You can forget thinking about seeing each other outside of church. We've growed much closer, yet there is still some sort of uneasy feeling among some of them. I can't place it, but it is there. At least there is not so much desire to run out of the door after the service. There's way too much work that needs done in Korea. Too much bad stuff in your face all of the time and too much bowing to show how kind they are. It is a crazy mix here. Too much kindness and too much sickness.
I've had way too much fun here and way too many blessings. I miss things, but it's too much going on here that is good for me. I keep wondering why I have been sent here to work and live this random life. I suppose most lives are random, but not like this. I have a job where I sit way too much and teach way too little and get paid too much to do mostly nothing. I am a puppet. Why am I a puppet? I am the token white guy. I don't mind because it is okay. I knowed it before I came. It's okay. It's just way too much to process. My friends here are way too kind. They somehow know exactly what I am thinking all of the time. Sometimes they know way too much. I hope that the guy that told me that it was okay to kill me knows way too much about how I don't want him to die. Wow.. I wrote way too much about way too many random things. I guess that means that I am random. Who knows?
They ain't too many people that goes to my church here in Incheon. It might be 60 tops. I remember when I first came people were not too close. They never wanted to spend time together and didn't give a rip if they seen each other at church. You can forget thinking about seeing each other outside of church. We've growed much closer, yet there is still some sort of uneasy feeling among some of them. I can't place it, but it is there. At least there is not so much desire to run out of the door after the service. There's way too much work that needs done in Korea. Too much bad stuff in your face all of the time and too much bowing to show how kind they are. It is a crazy mix here. Too much kindness and too much sickness.
I've had way too much fun here and way too many blessings. I miss things, but it's too much going on here that is good for me. I keep wondering why I have been sent here to work and live this random life. I suppose most lives are random, but not like this. I have a job where I sit way too much and teach way too little and get paid too much to do mostly nothing. I am a puppet. Why am I a puppet? I am the token white guy. I don't mind because it is okay. I knowed it before I came. It's okay. It's just way too much to process. My friends here are way too kind. They somehow know exactly what I am thinking all of the time. Sometimes they know way too much. I hope that the guy that told me that it was okay to kill me knows way too much about how I don't want him to die. Wow.. I wrote way too much about way too many random things. I guess that means that I am random. Who knows?
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