Monthly Archives: September 2014

Who is your favourite singer or movie star? Tell me about him or her.

I don’t really have a favourite movie star. I like movies, kind of. At this point I don’t remember when I was last in a movie theatre, but I suspect it was to see the final Harry Potter movie. Not kidding. And I haven’t even watched a new movie at home in ages. For the past 18 months I’ve had the attention span of a squirrel. Sit and pay attention for an entire movie? Forget you, clown. Not going to happen.

This question isn’t much easier to answer musically. I love so many different bands. So, so many. And I find new ones to love all the time. To narrow it down to a favourite is nearly impossible.

When I was in university, a group of friends and I used to play the “Deserted Island” game. The question was always formatted “If you were on a deserted island, which __________ would you want with you?”

The blank could be anything. Which fruit. Which fast food burger. Which toothpaste. (That topic started controversy, let me tell you. Do NOT mess with someone’s favourite toothpaste. That’s a loyalty that runs deep.) Which CD.

And we had SO much trouble with the “which CD” (this was 1999) question and discussed it often. We started discussing whether or not we could bring a CD of  our current top 10 songs or not. So then the question evolved into “If you were on a deserted island, which 10 songs from the Pearl Jam catalogue would you put on your only CD?” Hours of (drunken) entertainment, I tells you. We talked about this stuff a lot.

But the question isn’t favourite band, it’s asking about your favourite singer… which is a different question. Not all my favourite bands even have singers.

There are a LOT of people I could name with lovely voices. I would have sex with Eddy Veddar‘s voice if I could. I love Thom Yorke‘s voice. And the ladies in Tegan and Sara. Or have you ever heard Kal Lavelle sing? (sooooo shivery) And, of course, the ladies in Nova’s Basement. And so, so, so many more. I love gorgeous, moving voices that give you goosebumps (scientifically known as “musically evoked frission” – now you know) when you hear them sing.

For me, the ultimate voice for that shivery action (especially live) would be Jonsi of Sigur Rós. Sigur Rós has been a favourite of mine for over a decade now, my most listened-to band. And I believe that this is due largely to how much I love Jonsi’s voice. He uses his voice as an instrument and it blends so perfectly with the haunting songs that Sigur Rós creates. Even though I don’t understand a word he sings (he sings mostly in Icelandic), it doesn’t matter. Beauty doesn’t require language.

What Makes You Angry?

I have no idea who thought this was a good speech of the week topic to give a group of 8 – 11 year olds. Almost all of them said the same thing: Their little brother or sister. I know those feels.

But enough about them. What makes me angry?

I’ve been thinking about it, and I don’t get angry all that often. I do get frustrated a lot though, and I think that comes across as anger. I get genuinely pissed off if people hurt little guys (figuratively or literally), but most of the time? It’s me blowing off steam because I’m frustrated.

So what frustrates me most these days?

First, I have a complete fucktard of a coworker, and it is amazingly frustrating. His ineptitude rarely directly impacts my work (thankfully, otherwise this would go from an intense frustration to a full-on rage-hate), but I’m frustrated that this idiot has a decent paying job that could go to someone who deserves it. It frustrates me that he gets nearly the same pay (I have two years experience on him, and I’m paid a marginal amount more that a n00b teacher) and does half the amount of work. I hate that he can fuck up over and over again and because my director is so cheap, he won’t get fired (it is more expensive to hire a new teacher).

How bad is he? Bad enough that we started a Tumblr with all his stupid quotes. There’s more than a hundred posts already, and we don’t even have them all written up yet. If you are curious about it, let me know and I’ll send you a link. Otherwise, I’m not making it public because, well… you saw what happened to Regina when the Burn Book went public. I don’t want to get hit by a bus.


Second, I frustrate myself. I’ve been overweight pretty much my entire life. I know exactly what I need to do to rectify this. And I don’t do it. I just don’t do it! What’s up with that?  It’s not like I wanna be fat, you know? I just can’t ever stick to a plan of action (eating healthier, moving more, that kind of shit) that would bring me to normal. And that’s fucking frustrating.

Black Garlic Juice

So, um. I don’t know how I get myself into these things sometimes. It’s like I practice.

I spotted the black garlic stuffs in the supplement section of my local Emart months ago. My moms swears by taking garlic, so I was intrigued by the black garlic. Obviously black is cool, so black garlic had to be better than white garlic, right?

photo 1

Here’s the box full of boxes of garlic.

Apparently the black stuff is supposed to be better than the regular stuff (according to some websites I perused and can’t be bothered to link to). And because I haven’t seen any other garlic supplements around these here parts, I thought I would give these a try.

Until I took a closer look at the box. First of all, it was huge. Second of all, it was 57,000won (about $55USD). That’s not expensive for a huge box of garlic, but at the time I first started scoping the goods, it was more than I wanted to spend. Also, I’m solo. I don’t really need a family-sized box of supplementation.

But today I figured I was going to go for it. So I’d have a life-time supply of black garlic. What’s the worst that could happen?

Well, the worse that could happen is that it isn’t in a capsule. Or a pill. Or a pellet, lozenge, or pastille.

It’s a liquid. A PACKET OF LIQUID.

photo 2

Full of juicy garlic juiceness.

Ew. I mean, right? Ew. It’s a packet of BLACK GARLIC JUICE. Ew. I was scared. Relieved that it wasn’t like those little pellets I’ve had before, but still. Garlic. Juice.

I was a little worried to just rip one of these bad-boys open and pour it down my throat. But there was no information in English on the package at all. Fortunately, there was a website, which told me all I needed to know (kinda) about how to take it. Thank you, Google Translate!

Long story short: Bottoms up. Just rip that bitch open and drink yourself some black garlic juice.

Wanna know how bad it is? It tastes like garlic and (sweet-ish) vinegar. It’s not horrid. It’s not good. It’s not too much to take at once, so I’m just going to down it in a mouthful and then chase it with something (anything!)

Apparently you can take it one or two times a day, so I’m going to try taking it after breakfast or dinner each day. That’ll give me a month of black garlic goodness. If I can remember to choke it down each day.

If I don’t post about it again (like, in a month), it means that I didn’t notice enough of an affect (to my health or skin or whatevs) to bother buying more. But if it does have a noticeable effect, I’ll be sure to post about it.

In the meantime, I really ought to accelerate my Korean study. I mean, I gotta stop buying shit without being able to read the labels. That’s how you end up choking down garlic juice for a month instead of popping garlic pills.

How was your Chuseok holiday?

My Chuseok holiday was awe-to-the-some. Three glorious days off and a visit from the ever-lovely Craigface. It was great.

First things first: What the eff is Chuseok, right? If you are too lazy to check out the wiki page I linked there for ya, basically Chuseok is Korean Thanksgiving. Except we got three days off instead of one and no one got trampled in a sale.

My Chuseok celebration started at school on Friday, with all the kiddos coming dressed in their traditional Korean garb – the hanbok. I actually only took one photo, but it is an extra cute one.

chuseok hanbok kindergarten

Kelly, looking very grown-up for 5 years old.

We made songpyeon (which, I won’t lie, looked totes sick with how the kids manhandled it) and played traditional Korean folk games. Which the foreign staff was expected to judge/referee… even though the rules never were explained in English.

But the best part that day was the arrival of my friend Craig, who managed to make it all the way to my ‘hood all by himself. I walked him to my place in the morning and after school, had our first night out.

photo 2


I’ll spare y’all the details of our visit, but there was a lot of shopping, a lot of food, a bunch of booze and even the occasional foray toward the odd cultural this and that (like the temple in the picture above). It was super fun.

It meant a lot that Craig came to visit me all the way in Korea for just those few days. Thankfully he liked it enough that he plans on coming back to visit next year.

Speaking of feeling thankful on Thanksgiving (even if it is K-stylE), my fabulous landlord stopped by (at the asscrack of dawn, which I can’t thank him for, after the long nights Craig and I had) on Chuseok day to bring me food. Songpyeon (which is pretty gross even when the kids aren’t the ones making it) and some fruit.

photo 3

Best. Landlord. Ever.

Overall, I had a great Chuseok which I am so thankful for. I had a lot of laughs and a lot of fun. I wouldn’t have asked for anything more.

Speech of the Week

Each week our elementary students are given a speech topic to write 5 – 7 sentences about. They aren’t the most exciting prompts, but they are still writing prompts. And I was thinking to myself: Hey. I could use some prompting when it comes to writing in the ole bloggityblog.

So with that in mind, I’m going to start trying to write my own “Speech of the Week” to try and write more regularly again. And since I’m a grown-up, I think I’ll a) probably write more than seven sentences and b) ignore my own rules about starting sentences with the word “and”.

One of these days I’ll make writing a habit again.