My Korean Facial

I have gotten a facial in Korea once before. It was my first year here and since I was used to getting facials every month back home I immediately booked myself an appointment once I discovered a skin care boutique. Well, the woman who gave me the facial must have done something wrong because the very next day a gi-normous crater burst out of my chin that seemed to be stemming from the very dark depths of my being. It was un-poppable and unstoppable. It stayed on my face…like a beacon in the night for about 3 months. Yeppers. No joke. So, after that experience I was convinced that another facial in Korea would give me another huge-ass pimple.

Take Two: I’m now living in the middle of a construction zone and my skin looks the worst its looked in my whole life. I’ve even started breaking out with tiny bumps (blocked pores) on my forehead. Every night I will stand in front of the mirror with my flashlight and magnifying glass to get out all of the gunk (dirt, grit, grime, etc) After a long night out a couple weeks ago, I noticed 2 zits getting ready to rise and shine on my face. First of all, they are in really ODD places for me to have a breakout. My breakouts have always been on my chin and/or around my mouth. One of my recent breakouts is on my left cheek and the other zit is next to the left side of my nose. Hmmmm. What’s this all about? Dunno. So, the zits have been around for a week or so and they have been sooooo stubborn and not caving under the pressure of my fingernails. !!!  Grrrrrr….this means: WAR!

So, I put my old fear of getting a facial in Korea behind me. After all, I already have zits…how much worse could my situation get? haha. Ha ha. Ha ha haaaaaa…

I booked myself an appointment at the pricey Lohas Club for Women. It’s the same place where I used to take my Hot Yoga classes. It’s located super close to my work (same building ^^) so I scheduled a 1:00pm appointment thinking I could head straight down to work after my appointment. I paid 70,000 won  ($58 with today’s exchange rate) for the (oh garsh, I forgot the name of the facial) mid-price range. The cheapest was 50,000 won and the highest was 100,000 won for some facial that included only Lord-knows-what in addition to the straightforward:  Cleansing, Mask, Yadda Yadda, Yadda Yadda. I went to Lohas because I’d heard about it from my Korean co-workers and everyone said it was a good place. (((insert horror movie music)))  Just-uh joking!

When I went to Lohas the prior day  to book my appointment I was reading the menu with the woman who works there. She was helping me with some of the words because most of them are actually in Konglish. For example, 그렌징 (cleansing) means, CLEANSING!!!  hahaha  So, if you can READ Korean, you will understand *most* of the features of the facials. There must have been some features of the massage that were left out because well…well…you’ll see. >-<  doh*!

The day of my appointment:  Lemme break it down for you!!

1) I walked in and was shooed into the changing room, given a pink (of course p!nk!!!) smock to change into…instructed —two times— to take “EVERYTHING OFF.” (The gal must’ve studied that phrase in her English-Korean book)   The second time the girl told me that I said, “YES, YES!!! I KNOW!”  (((insert glare here)))

2) I went into the treatment room. It was different than I had imagined. Of course. Duh. It was a large room with 6 tables (?I think?) in it. The tables were set-up 2×2. In between each set of 2 tables was a beaded curtain. But the bead strands were each hung individually and about 3 inches apart from one another. So, basically the entire room was open.

3) I got on the massage table and lay down. Closed my eyes and hoped for the best. (((fingers crossed)))

4) I had my eyes closed when a woman walked up behind the table, sat down and immediately started aggressively massaging my scalp. It felt so good. Niiiiiiice. I opened my eyes to see her but all I could make out were her nostrils. 😉  Thus, I closed my eyes again and she started washing my face with a creamy cleanser. While she was wiping it off, she put some damp cotton squares over my eyelids and started re-applying the cleanser for a second application.

Yes, this was me at the beginning of my massage. Before the surprise came along…

They always tend to glob the masks on so close to my eyeballs…nothing like in this picture. The masks always feel as  though they’re right near the corners of my eyes and I’m afraid to open them lest I get mask in them—oooh, and it burns!

*THIS*  is completely commonplace!! THIS is what goes on during a NORMAL facial!!! (Just put cotton squares over the eyes)

5) My facial girl wasn’t really talking to me but she would tell me what she was doing when she was doing it, which I liked. And she soon started talking with another girl. So, I knew her voice. Well, the voice got up and walked away after she’d put some  toner on me. I was laying there for a few minutes…just chilling. Then, another person (2nd voice) came over to me and asked the first voice what the next step for me was. I want to say that the 1st voice said, “mask” or 마스크. 😛  So, this new woman (2nd voice), who had a significantly larger presence than the first girl (energetically-speaking) and bigger hands  😀    started moisturizing my face…or putting some other cream on it. Then she stopped. Then…

6) 2nd voice inched down my smock (you know, like facialists usually do when they’re gonna treat your neckline area)…and as she was inching down my smock I thought, “Whoa there lady, any farther and I’ll be exposed!”  Well, yah. Nevermind any worries I had about her inching it down too far. She went from gradually inching the smock down to lifting it UP AND OVER my breasts and setting the elastic band resting on my waist. !!!  LORD HAVE MERCY, PEOPLE!! I need to be warned about things like this! I wondered, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? IS THIS PART OF THE DEAL? HEY!?!?  DO YOU DO THIS TO EVERYONE???” Sighhhhh. But before I could even object, she was vigorously massaging “the girls.”  Oy vey.

7) So…I was laying there. Still. Trying to comprehend where and how my massage had gone awry. How did I miss the bit about a 5 minute breast massage in the menu? Why didn’t the lady act out in a bout of charades the fact that a boob massage was part of the deal? Then I could have politely declined the service and said, “Ummm, thanks but I’ll skip that part.”  But nooooo. I’m the waygookin. Who’s gonna tell me? Who’s gonna give ME the heads up?!?!?!?  Uh-huh. That’s right. NOBODY!  La la la la laaaaaa. Oh, and I DID mention that she had rubbed some sort of moisturizer all over my face right before she stripped me down, right??? Yes, I did. So, I couldn’t open my eyes because I was afraid I’d get product in them (ouchie…) so I was temporarily blinded, couldn’t see what was going on around me and I had some lady whose voice I’d hardly heard…whose face I’d never seen (not even nostrils) now massaging my chest.

8) I couldn’t help but smile. I almost started laughing but then I stopped myself because I didn’t want to draw attention to myself…there were at least 6 other people in the room and I was praying to God they were all involved in either cleaning bowls and brushes (the workers) or blinded by cotton squares laying on their own tables (the clients). I thought, “Sure, they do this to everyone, right?  Riiiight???” But I’ll be damned if I could really say YES to that question. I’m just not so sure. =/   There was a woman on the table next to me (right next to me –part of the 2×2 set) and I’m gonna say I never heard the whisking massaging sound coming from her table…

Be forewarned ladies of Dongtan. Be forewarned. You’re LUCKY you have ME to report on these things. You should be down on your knees graciously presenting me with fine wines and cheese sets, in my humble opinion. Or, maybe after reading this you’ll run over and book yourself an appointment for every day of the week. Hey, whatever floats your boats!  😛

I actually think both of these quotes are apropos for this blog. 😀  Enjoy!

“Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable.” —Jane Austen

“The secret to humor is surprise.”  —Aristotle

June 23, 2010. Tags: , , , , . Korea 2010, Reviews of Stuff!, Uncategorized. 7 comments.

Let’s throw down! …or not.

This is actually an old post I wrote, which I somehow forgot to publish.  🙂  Anyway, imagine we’re back in April when you’re reading it. ^^

I went to the gym today. I hadn’t been in nearly a week since I’d gone to the doc complaining of stomach pain (’tis my life in Korea…) and the doctor told me not to exercise until the pain goes away. HAHAHAHAHAHAH  Well, if I did that, then I’d never exercise. ^^  I mean, the pain comes and goes…if I get a bad batch of the evil  KIMCHEEEEEE, I’m a goner for a couple of days. My stomach is simply uber-sensitive. 😦

But, I didn’t want to go to the gym anyway, so I heeded the doctor’s advice. 😉  heh heh.

Anyway, on my first day back at the gym  I saw all of my “buddies.” Or rather, I saw all of the shitheads who drive me loco  every time I go and work out.  You see, I go to a “family gym” and the horror of the family gym here in Korea is that it’s a place where old people  just lounge around on the equipment gabbing at full volume.

Sorry, I looked for a pic of old, Korean women blabbing around a gym but couldn’t find one. Mostly it’s middle-aged bitties who are taking up machines…not actually USING them but yet still preventing me from getting a set in.  And yak, yak, yakking away either on their cell phones or to each other. GRRRR. I wish my Korean were better. I’d say something. Sure I would!   😀    I just glare for now. I learned from the best, afterall: them.

But my biggest pest has always been this woman who  goes  in and actually  rocks all the gym equipment. Unlike the others, she knows what she’s doing and has a great figure. She ACTUALLY lifts weights and not the baby, pink 1Kg hand weights the other ding dongs “lift.” BUT, she’s a scary booger face and I don’t like her. Ever since she and I started going to the gym at the same time, seeing each other every day (oh joy), she has never said “hi” to me.   I busted out my best, 안녕하세요!!! “annyeong haseyo” (AKA, HI!) to her the first few times I saw her…and then I realized, “Oh, she’s an unfriendly poophead who couldn’t give me the courtesy of a HELLO.”  HMPH*!  Well….I saw how it was. So, I was done with her and stopped  smiling at her a while ago. (I know, I hear my mom saying, “kill ’em with kindness, Celester…kill ’em with kindness….”)  BLAH!!

But today I walked in and she was already there (I usually get there first)  😛   and when she saw me, she exclaimed (IN ENGLISH!!~~!~!~!) “Oh! Where you been? I not see you here for long time. You looks so better. Your face so good today!”  (And she made  hand gestures in slicing motions along her jawline…)  And I about hit the floor. WHOAAAA!  She said something to me! And it was a “sort-of compliment!”  hahaha  I told her about my doctor’s visit. She said, “You no music. No good.”  She was pointing to my iPod…telling me that I shouldn’t listen to music while working out. Oh brudda. Here’s we goes. Time for her to become the Korean know-it-all…She is clearly older than me. I’m gonna say she’s probably 36ish?? Maybe older than 36? She has a strange face shape. It’s kind of shaped like a tomato that’s been dented in on the bottom.

But, now we’re buddy buddy. 😀  Only in Korea!  heh heh. Ah, I know this can happen anywhere. I simply like stating that certain things that RARELY  happen in Korea (or the U.S.)  can ONLY happen in Korea. 😛

The other old bitties and I are still at odds, however. =/  Grrrr…

**Reminder: Since I wrote this back in April but it is now clearly JUNE, the weather has turned much hotter and I’m going to the gym earlier in the day. Thus, I have not seen any of my foes or new friend in a few weeks. 🙂  Hey, there’s always motivation to wake-up earlier now, isn’t there!?!?  heehee  ^^

June 23, 2010. Tags: , , , , , , . Health, Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

Anyone got some nose plugs?

Sighhhhh, I’m such a complainer. I realize this. During the winter months in Korea, I whine about how cold it is and blabbity blabbity blah. In the summer, I have the joy of being nice and hot but with the heat and humidity comes a lot of stench and foul, foul odors. =/

I have the nose of a dog. I know this. I can only imagine if I were to ever get pregnant how miserable I would be from being attacked by putrid scents (someone’s dog breath, cheap perfume, cologne that a wo/man had bathed in, squid guts, etc…) A friend of mine is pregnant over here and she has been complaining about the smell of kimchi and every other Korean dish exacerbating her morning sickness. I totally get that. I could only think about  that terrible, terrible reaction I would have if *I* were pregnant. Just think: my current canine nose in overdrive. UGHHHH**** Smelling the old cabbage and broccoli fermenting together along with chicken bones and fish skin in a plastic bin that gets emptied out every other day but never gets WASHED out. Sighhhh. The system needs to change over here.

The current system is this: People have to separate EVERYTHING over here. We have to separate our recycling from non-recyclables but even non-recyclables get sorted out. And we have to throw away our FOOD scraps separately. So, my method is: I put all of my food scraps in a plastic produce bag from the grocery store and toss it into the bottom drawer of my freezer until it’s full and then I take it out to the “compost” bin outside and dump my food into the vat. The only problem is that the food “composting” bin is not only for fruits and veggies. There’s fish and meat and whatever the hell else is part of the food grouping. So, it’s not composting but they might as well try to make some sort of composting bin and just put up a sign declaring no meats or dairy products should go in…

Anyway, I’m not a composting expert nor am I wanting to write a blog about composting. I’m trying to say that their current system of throwing food waste into a plastic trash bin with no bag/etc is a STINK ASS process and it is not helping my SNS (sensitive nose syndrome) one bit. =/

This morning it was raining. I believe the rain brought up all sorts of poop and whatnot from the crevices in the brick ground they’ve laid over here. And it also got the stenches from the food waste bins wafting through each little water droplet from the sky. When I walked out of my apartment building this morning, I almost passed out due to the overwhelming FUNK of rotten insides blowing through the wind… ACK!!!! ATTACK!!!  The odors are in full force today, troops!!! Bring in the reinforcements!!!

Am I getting my point across? Dude, if THIS kid is bothered by the smell around him, imagine lil’ ol’ me.    😦

Damn straight, girl!  FIGHTING!!! ((Fighting is a Korean/Konglishy word for “Yes, I’ll persevere!”))

“The act of smelling something, anything, is remarkably like the act of thinking. Immediately at the moment of perception, you can feel the mind going to work, sending the odor around from place to place, setting off complex repertories through the brain, polling one center after another for signs of recognition, for old memories and old connection.” —Lewis Thomas

So true.    🙂   The first hot day in Korea this year I walked into my school’s elevator foyer and immediately was taken back to my first night in Korea in 2006–a rainy, muggy night in July. And I smelled that SAME summer smell and thought, “Here I am again.”

June 14, 2010. Tags: , , , , , . Korea 2010. Leave a comment.

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June 12, 2010. Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

Thai Massage, anyone? OK! Yessuh!!!!

I have been pushing myself harder than usual at the gym since this past weekend when I bought the latest issue of SHAPE magazine and none other than Kim Kardashian with her va-va-voooom hips and  FLAT ABS graced the cover.  😉    So, I became re-inspired. If a hippy woman like Kim can get the flat tum, then so can I damn it!  I always blame my scoliosis and 2 back operations for my less-than-firm stomach and well, truth of the matter is, it wasn’t that flat before my diagnosis or 1st surgery. Hmph.*

Ok, I know this photo has been wayyyy retouched, etc and her stomach probably isn’t that flat. But, it’s still a good motivator!  ^^

So, before I started typing about the gym and fitness, I was going to get to my point: Thai Massages are really INTERESTING! Anyway, I have been pushing myself at the gym way too hard and ended up lifting weights that were too heavy for my strength/ability, etc…and I pulled a muscle. A big one, too. My left shoulder blade and the whole surrounding area including the left side of my neck have been so sore and painful these past few days. Yesterday it was worse and I could barely turn my neck to the left so I went to get  a massage after work. I finished work at 10:00pm but figured ~~eh, this is Korea. Places stay open really late. 🙂  And I was right, they were open!

My coworker (male) had already been to this Thai Massage place and he said it was good so I went. I was worried that it’d seem “odd” that I, a female, was going into a Thai Massage place at 10:30pm. HAHAHAHA I went there thinking the place is legit, though. Although…more on that in a bit.

I didn’t know what to expect, this was my first-ever Thai massage. I have had hundreds and hundreds of massages since I have had a back condition for the past 14 years but once again…I digress. I remembered once I was laying on the mat (on the floor–there was no massage table) that at one point back home in California I had passed a shop that said Thai Massage and I had looked into getting a massage there and the gal said it would have been $150 for an hour and it involved a lot of stretching as well as massage. But I didn’t know WHAT sorts of stretches, etc. You know? And I thought that it was a bit pricey in my mind so I passed on Thai Massage in California. However, Thai Massage in Korea is only about US $41.00 for an hour and  $58.00 for 1-1/2 hrs including “hot” oil on your back. I obviously splurged on the hour and a half session with the hot oil thinking that would be the best for my excruciating neck and left shoulder pain. 🙂

The shop is on the 5th Floor of a building that has a billiard hall, a couple of restaurants and umm, I believe a “Love Motel” (a pay- by-the-hour place if you get my drift)  in it. Oh, I forgot to mention, it’s about 3 blocks from where I live and I felt as though I were in a different city when I was around that part of town. I always find that amazing…only 3 blocks away and I could feel a slight “ooze” of debauchery. ^^ Hey, it’s Korea. When I left the building at midnight, a man was staring at me and started to follow me–I practiced one of my energy tricks where I sent him REALLLY strong, negative energy  and basically thought in my mind, “SCRAM, pal!” and he ended up walking into the next building. 😀  Not that I felt in danger, there are TONS of people (men, women, teenie boppers, KIDS) out at that hour.

Let me tell you all about the massage  🙂

I only decided to actually go through with the massage after I walked into the “parlor?”  and it looked nice and clean and once again…not dodgy or to be some sort of sex room.  😛   What can I say?  Ya never know!   The Korean man who was working the counter was polite and seemed nice and I asked him if there was a female therapist and he said YES.

So, I paid my 70,000 won for an hour and a half with the hot oil and he led me down a semi-short hallway into a back room that had a lockable closet/cabinet for me to put my clothes and purse inside (with a key that I held onto). The cabinet also had a dorky polyester Korean-style jimjilbang uniform-type of shirt and shorts set for me to wear during my massage. That is very common here in Korea. They’ll usually give you a shirt and some elastic waist banded shorts to wear during your massage. This set was pink. Ahhh, I love the pink sets.   🙂

After I changed into my massage outfit (haha) he came back and instructed me to go and wait in one of the rooms. There weren’t any doors in the place, only curtains hung up in the door frames. And each room had a window cut-out up at the top of the wall but there was no glass, it was just an open hole/window in the wall so noises easily traveled throughout the entire parlor. =/

((Side note: As I’m typing this, arghhhhh the left side of my neck still hurts so badly.)  :*(       Sniff, sniff

I was a little hesitant when I went into the room because  up until that point, I hadn’t SEEN anyone else there except for him and I thought that my Korean skills had failed me and he had thought that I was asking him IF a WOMAN could GET a massage there. Um, yah people— I went to a place in Hong Kong where the women who worked there looked at me as though I were crazy and instructed me, “MAN ONLY.” HAHAHAHAHAHAHA  Love it. But thankfully, soon after I laid down on the mat my MASSEUSE walked in. heehee  She was Thai. She was tiny as heck. Perhaps 4’10”?? (I’m not converting that for all you ‘cm’ people out there, sorry…) She was wearing pink leopard print spandex-type pants with a black top… I began to wonder…hmmmm….hmmmm…She smiled at me when she walked in and I started speaking Korean to her to tell her about my pain and she responded, “EH!?!? WHA?”  hahahahaha  And I said, “Ooooh, are you from Thailand???”  hahahaha. And she said, “Yes, yes Thai.”  That was the extent of our conversation except for my random, “OUCH!” or “Ohhh, pain. Pain.” And she would smile and say, “Pain. Yes.”  And I would think, “sighhhhh…”

Here are some pics of Thai Massage that I just so happened to have on my computer. HAHAHAHA. Just joking. I found them just to show you!

My therapist did this one to me.  But I most surely did not lift up my feet for her to sit on. =/   This is what happens when there’s no communication! I didn’t experience the stretch in its true form!

And yeppers, we did this one, too. ^^  Guess I got the real deal.   🙂

I feel gypped!!  We didn’t do this one!~!~  This one looks like it would have led to the first one, naturally…

And when she was doing this one to me, oh my goodness, she twisted my torso to the side and 3 ribs popped! I think that’s a good thing.    😀

All in all, I must say that the Thai Massage is NOT for the shy or modest. One of the first things she did to me/with me  was to spread my legs open, sit in between them and start massaging my upper thigh. I’m talking UPPER thigh…and the therapist uses his/her body in this practice. She sat on top of me, she put my foot right up on her shoulder to stretch me and massage…it was quite interactive.  🙂   Which is why I would think that it would be oh-so awkward with a male therpist. Yah, yah, yah…I know…professionals, blah blah blah…*I* wouldn’t feel comfortable having some male stranger (oh, I mean “therapist”) massaging me in half of the places she did. =/

The hot oil part was a bit of a letdown. I thought I would have had to remove my top for her to apply it, but she simply lifted my top up a bit and rubbed it in and I felt it would have been much more equally applied if she had been using BOTH of her hands to work the oil in evenly, etc. I wanted to say, “I need you to KNEAD me, lady!!!!”  Dig in there!  Think of me as your favorite sourdough loaf.  Oh, but wait—she’s probably never eaten sourdough. Poor deprived soul.

During my massage there were surely moments when I heard some noises from other rooms that made me wonder…but I do think it’s a legit establishment. I think the guy who was getting a massage probably HOPED that it wasn’t, but I don’t think there was any hanky-panky going on there. 😀    wha hahaha

I will go again, I’m sure. I would pass on the hot oil but I will say that when I got home I felt as good as I usually do after I complete a yoga workout!  Kewl.  And all I did was lay there. Hey, all my peeps who don’t want to workout —here’s a tip:  just get a Thai massage everyday. HAHAHA    It might just keep you in shape.    😀     Or at least lubricated and pain-free!

“I don’t fear death because I don’t fear anything I don’t understand. When I start to think about it, I order a massage and it goes away.”  –Hedy Lamar

June 10, 2010. Tags: , , , , , , , , , . Health, Uncategorized. 2 comments.

Oh, The Sights of Seoul

First of all, I would like to send a “shout out” to the –ONE–reader who read my blog on June 3rd. 🙂  Thanks, whoever you are!

Secondly, I must make a comment about how curious I become when I walk into my apartment and it smells like I’ve got 12 cats living in here. If my apartment is going to have an on-again-off-again litter box/cat food stench to it, I might as well have a cat in here (which I would really love….ahhhh companionship).

I had a whole bunch of thoughts whizzing through my head on my bus ride home tonight because I spent the afternoon in Itaewon. I must remember that I have a lot of readers who have know idea what Itaewon (pronounced EE-TAY-WON as in won-ton) is all about. Itaewon (I call it I-town to be cool-like-that) is basically the main hub for foreigners in Seoul. I-town is also a ghetto, IMHO.   🙂  wha hahahahah. It is. It has a ton of looney toons there and from the very first time I stepped foot off the subway one bright, sunny day in 2006, I could FEEEEL the essence of ooze. 🙂  heehee.

Well, I’m well-aware of all the “scary” foreigners who grace the streets of I-town. But, today I ended up waiting for some friends for a bit and so instead of plopping myself in the nearest Coffee Bean (which is my usual routine), I decided to sit on a rock wall and wait for them OUTSIDE along one of the main sidewalks. And I people-watched. And OH—MA-GARSH.  Lordy, Lordy. I saw heap loads of creepy Koreans! I always thought it was only dodgy “foreigners” who I needed to keep my eyes out for in I-town but I now know that the freaky Koreans flock there, too. But, think about it: that MAKES SENSE. Doesn’t it? Yep. It does.

Today’s record-winning person is the 50-year old Korean lady I saw slithering down the sidewalk with her 20-year old male companion…*her son, I hope?* Anyway, I took notice of her because of her odd gait and the fact that she was walking with her chin up in the air…sort of like a queen or like Angelina Jolie in Mr. and Mrs. Smith. 😉   BUT, the absolute moment of OH—MA-GARSH was when she passed me (and I kept looking at her) and saw that <<<<gasp!!!>>>> her black dress was actually NOT a dress but rather some sort of super thin polyester beach cover-up dress which was SEE-THROUGH and she wasn’t wearing any underwear~!!~!~~!!~~!!~~! AAAACK!!!! My eyes!  Oh, my eyes. 😦

Terrible. Just horrible. 😦  So, I sat there looking at her wondering, “What on EARTH is she thinking right now? I can SEE her butt crack.” And she wasn’t wearing a bra, either. =/   Oy.  And I wish I were “with it” enough to have snapped a picture of her right away but of course I wasn’t and so, alas, you don’t get to see what I saw. But, that’s probably good since I don’t want my blog to be known as the Rated X blog on WordPress.  😉

The other sight which was once again….AWKWARD…happened last night on my bus ride home. I was sitting in my seat minding my own P’s and Q’s when I saw movement in the seats next to me out of the corner of my eye. (Most of the time Koreans are catatonic on bus rides) So, I looked over to see (ew) a young couple (early 20’s OF COURSE–they’re not shy about PDAs at all…unlike their older counterparts) totally involved in bus foreplay. =/  Ummmm. No.   My seat was literally an arm’s length away from them. Ummmm. No. Don’t do that stuff next to me. Especially if I can reach out without straining and touch the guy’s arm…. Ummmm. No. So, anyway, I was first really shocked…then really happy that the guy had his man purse on his lap, then really annoyed that the girl kept looking over at me and then going back to making out with her boyfriend (whose arm I could have touched–did I mention that?) People. We were on a BUS.

We were not at the back of the bus hidden away. Like, hellloooo???!!!  We were all sitting in the middle of the bus, all of the lights were on, the bus was bright and illuminated. If you wanna do that hanky panky, sit in the back of the bus and scooch down so nobody can see you. Or better yet, just go to the DVD Room like the rest of the Korean couples. Oh, but actually I wanted to elaborate on all the foreplay I witnessed. 😉  Just for my curious-minded readers out there, of course!  So, yah–they were all over each other when all of a sudden, the guy started COUGHING. And he (like oh-so many Koreans) didn’t cover his mouth. And he was COUGHING, not clearing his throat or anything else that would not involve spewing his germs all over the place. And he kept coughing and coughing all over his girlfriend. And I thought, “Wow, that’s love. She doesn’t even care that he’s coughing all over her.” And then I noticed, after every time he’d cough, she’d caress the bottom of his chin. Ooooh, shit. Please somebody help me. Eegads!!!  =/  No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. We don’t caress our boyfriend’s chin when he hacks all over us.

I could just see it now, he hawks a loogie right in front of her without covering his mouth and she wipes the phlegm dribble from his mouth. How romantic.

“We judge others by their behavior. We judge ourselves by our intentions.”  —Ian Percy     So true, Ian…so true. ^^

June 6, 2010. Tags: , , , , , , . Seoul. 4 comments.