Thursday, January 31, 2008

Tall grandfather or giant penis?


A student back in Seoul gave me a key chain from Jeju Island – with Jeju’s symbol, Dol hareubang (돌 하르방). I thought this little man looked cute, and kinda like a mushroom.

But when I visited Jeju for the first time, I was stunned by the sight of those giant stone Dol Hareubang; yes, they look like big phallic shaped rocks!

Literally translated, Dol Hareubang means “stone grandfather”. There are many (oh so many!) theories as to how it became Jeju’s main icon, but the most credible one is that it was spread with shamanic mushroom culture.

They are believed to provide people with both protection and fertility. In the past, the statues were placed outside of gates for protection against demons traveling between realities. They are made of the volcanic stone coming from Halla mountain (the big inactive volcano in the center of the island).

Dol Hareubangs are all over the island, and replicas of various sizes and shapes can be bought everywhere - even on top of Halla mountain! The small ones are sometimes given to women with fertility problems.

Whatever its meaning is, Korean culture keeps surprising me. You’ve seen nothing until you see Jeju’s big stone penes, with their grinning expressions and bulging eyes without pupils, a long, broad nose, and slight smile and their hands rest on their “bellies”…


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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Pavlov's dogs

It's 5AM and I have been awake for an hour now, listening to the sound of my neighbor strolling across the room. Boom. Boom. Boom. Dropping boxes. Bang. Doing laundry. And walking again. She sounds fat, but i've seen her before... she's tiny.

Have you ever heard of Pavlov's dogs? Pavlov was a researcher in the early 1900s who desmonstrated that animals, just like humans,
can be trained to respond in a certain way to a particular stimulus. Right before feeding the dogs, Pavlov would ring a bell. The dogs then associated the ringing of the bell with food. Whenever they heard the bell, they would salivate. He then rang the bell, but without giving the dogs any food. The dogs were salivating. That's what he called a conditioned reflex/response.

At first, it was the heavy noises from upstairs that woke me up - some nights it would, when it was incredibly loud, and some nights it wouldn't because it was more quiet. But as time went by, I started associating 4am with being woken up and feeling angry. I started being anxious around that time. I now wake up every night at 4am, and of course the noise starts a few moments later.

Last night Amanda kindly offered me again to sleep on her floor. She is the best. But two problems occured: one, the heating floor becomes bumpy when the heat is on so small bugs and spiders crawl out and bite me all night. And second, I was wide awake at 4am, unconsciously waiting for the noise to start. At that time I realized I was angry, without even anything having happened... I am now conditioned. I respond to the 4am stimulus.

This is insane. I am going insane. I told people at work I need to move out. It's been going on for 2 months now. They are so slow. And I know why: they get a good night sleep. I haven't had a decent one in a long time. You can imagine how it impacts on my emotions and my attitude towards life. I get to work late. It makes me look bad. I get impatient, more than before. And even the kids - whom I love, who usually make my day, who make me smile and bring me back to life, even the kids get me upset for no real reason.

I just knocked on their door. There was a man and a girl. You should have seen the place, filled with clothes and boxes all over the place. She owns a clothing store. She seems nice. She said "Sorri. Sorri. Bery bery sorri.' That's Korean for very sorry. That's the thing: she's just doing her thing and she has nothing against me.

But this is not right. I didn't sign up for this. If things don't get better after I get back from Bali in a month, I quit. I'm out of here. I used to sleep way too much. But now 5 hours and the stress and anxiety just aren't worth it. I'm not a dog.


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Monday, January 28, 2008

Emerging












I met Jun at the gym on a Tuesday night, around 10pm. While sweating my ass off, a Korean guy came up to me and started speaking English, excited as a little boy. You will understand that I am on the spot every single day in Korea, so I don’t really respond positively when a random stranger starts talking to me while I’m covered in sweat, grinning my teeth as I am lifting weights. It’s just me I guess ;)

Nonetheless, he was so thrilled and energetic that I soon let my guard down and we became good friends. That’s about when I started emerging.

Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been feeling… bleh. Just the crappy weather, raining every day, my neighbors waking me up at 4am and other personal issues made me the crankiest French-Canadian on Jeju Island.

Last Friday night Jun met me in front of City Hall – where I discovered that the painting on the wall represents Samsunghyeol legend, the three Gods who emerged from holes in the ground and procreated with the only three women in Jeju.

We met up with Alicia, Kyle, Lisa and Amanda at GP for some delicious White Russian and the usual chatting. It was really nice. Then we headed to a bowling alley and that was just hilarious.

The night ended up at Led Zepplin, with a deep discussion with Autumn about false pretense and fake friends. The next day, I was painfully nursing my hangover when I heard that two foreigners had hit Jun.

As it turns out, he was leaving the bar and wished two white guys a Happy New Year. Without apparent reason, the guys started a fight. Seriously. That’s what’s wrong with stupid hammered foreigners in any given country. It’s pathetic. I’ve seen it too many times in Seoul, not to mention Thailand. I can’t say that I’m the classiest girl when I’ve had one-too-many drinks, but at least I’m fun!

Sunday morning a couple of friends came over for brunch and it was great! I didn’t expect everyone to show up, but they did and 10 of us fought over pancakes with maple syrup/honey/whipped cream/strawberries, cream cheese and toasts, bacon, fruit, and fresh juice.

Then we rode our scooters to the horse field near Halla mountain and got a glimpse of what winter should look like: snow! It actually felt like March back home, in spring, when it’s getting warmer and the snow is melting. The ground is all wet and slippery. That’s basically what we were so excited about!

Doug was so cute… he said with his Australian accent “did you know you can make a snowball and then roll it in snow and it gets bigger? You can make a snowman with that!” All of us Canadians laughed.

We took a nice walk, threw snowballs at each other, and rode the sleigh downhill. There was a Korean family there too and they seemed to have a blast. I had to leave early to meet up with my Korean friend Shine at a book café. It was a nice day. Lisa came over while I was cooking dinner (pasta with garlic, olive oil, black olives and cheese… miam!) and we chatted for a while.

Yup, it was a good week-end and I felt like I was finally emerging; I’m going to Indonesia in less than a month, and when I get back it’ll almost be summer. Mom and dad will visit, so will Josiane, and before we know it this whole year will be over.

But then again, I had a bite of reality-check with the pain of what seems like a crack in my root-canal treatment, as well as two wisdom teeth coming out and some strange pain in my chest and shoulder. For weeks, my neighbors have been waking me up at 4am and this morning they didn’t stop until 7:30am. I think I’ll be sleeping at Amanda’s tonight.

The truth is, I wonder why I look forward to this year being over. Is it just because of the crappy weather, the commute to work, and my lack of sleep? I’ve got good friends here, and I wonder if my life would be any different (culturally yes, but personally?) if I was back in Quebec.

Ugh. What happened to my plan of being zen? I guess it’s sometimes hard to let it go and just “be”.

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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Korean Breakdancing

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwq7zIV2z2o

Y'all must watch this video! They're Korean breakdancers doing those mind-blowing moves... I can barely do one push-up and there they are, flying around!
Korean B-Boys are really famous for their upper-body strength. Enjoy!

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Winter blues

Ouch! My head! It’s been raining for 4 days now and, while I enjoy the smell of wet earth, I’m feeling quite tired. There’s something great about rain: no pressure to be happy. When it’s all sunny and clear sky, you can’t be depressed. But when it’s raining, who cares?

Hallim is where I work. It’s a small village about an hour from where I live. I ride the bus every day. Though Jeju is an island, it’s too big to see the ocean from everywhere. But in Hallim, the ocean is right there. This morning the weather was cold, the sky was gray, and it smelled like fish. Salt water and fish. I liked it.

My Korean friend booked my flight to Indonesia this week and I’m really excited! Two full weeks of resting, beaching, sleeping, not working, eating, swimming, discovering, relaxing and celebrating… I love those “ings” ;) 32 more days to go!

Last weekend was quite fun – Isaac’s band played at “Led Zepplin” and a huge crowd turned in. That’s when I realized one of the benefits of living abroad in an Alien country: we know a lot of people! In a sense, it’s like being a celebrity – a whole lotta lovin’ everywhere you go! And let’s not forget the Koreans as well, who wave at you, touch you, shout “hello! Hello!” (even while you’re driving) and take pictures of you even though they have no idea who you are.

It gets annoying after a while, and that’s why I was very happy to hang out with “my people” last weekend! The night ended in the morning again and the hangover was brutal. But to be fair, I hadn't been out in two weeks, slowly recovering from the holidays oh-too-many celebrations...

A couple of friends also invited me to the movies, which was a big mistake! “Todd Sweeney” (with Johnny Depp) grossed me out with all the blood and violence. It just wasn’t my kind of movie – though the underlying idea is pretty good and Johnny is hot! Laurie and I had popcorn and chocolate… delightful mix I hadn’t enjoyed in a long time! Somehow we're the only ones who enjoy the sweet and salty mix ;)

This week is going by very slowly and I am still plotting the murder of my neighbors upstairs. They still wake me up around 4am and keep going until morning comes. Mr. Lee finally got in touch with them after I caught them red-handed – their door was open at 3:30am and they were moving boxes.

Turns out the lady owns a clothing store and she unpacks her stuff at night to be ready in the morning. Apparently that’s the only time she can do that. So uuuuuugh! What can I do? She said she’ll try to be more quiet – blessing which lasted for a week but now she’s back to being a big fat Korean bitch. I never thought I could hate so bad someone I don’t even know.

On the other hand I’m trying to be zen. The city will never shut up, nor will my neighbors so I just have to learn to live with the noise. I wish I had an actual bubble I could dive in every time I need quiet, but I don’t.

Lisa just got back from Thailand, and so did Gabriel and Danila. They’re all tanned and happy! It’s great to have them back, but I’m just so jealous! I also met new people at the gym and the University so it’s nice to have new people to hang out with. There’s over a hundred foreigners on the island, and we all know each other. But after a while (and that’s just my personality), I need a change of scenery! Meeting new people, going to new places, doing new stuff and getting out of this rot!

It’s funny because there’s a whole bunch of newbies coming in March and everyone on the island can’t wait to meet them! It’s like anyone who’s not in a relationship hopes someone better (than those already living on the island) will come along. I have this mental image of sharks haha

I want to go home so bad! I love Korea, but I need to speak French, see my friends and family, roll over in snow and eat poutine. I want to hold the dog, have dinner with my parents. I want to have a beer with my sister and my brother, and talk until the morning comes. I wanna play guitar with Dave and laugh my head out with Pete! I want to cook with Aurelie and go to a concert! I miss home! Can I handle 7 more months?

Mom and dad are thinking about visiting in June - after my brother's girlfriend gives birth. Josiane also wants to come and see me in the summer. I’ve got friends from Seoul who are definitely coming down in the summer too. I guess everything will be alrite once winter (how can this be winter? It’s raining but not snowing, cold but not freezing) is over.

I did (re)discover some great Jazz musicians - especially
Red Garland
(great pianist!),
Ben Webster
(great saxophonist!),
Diana Krall
(duh! but i'm really digging her style) and of course
Duke Ellington
(piano),
Stan Getz
(saxophone) as well as
Art Tatum
(prodigious pianist, sometimes too fast but simply mind-blowing!)

As for movies, i've watched quite a few in the past weeks:

September
is another great Woody Allen movie (and the jazzy soundtrack is beautiful! I especially love "On a slow boat to China" and "Out of nowhere"), while
Mighty aphrodite
is a really funny Woody Allen movie starring Mira Sorvino.

I also highly recommend
The brave one
, a great movie about a woman who gets robbed and beaten on the street. Her husband dies in the hospital and she becomes a kind of vigilente. With Jodie Foster, who is excellent for the part!


Fracture
is alright: with Anthony Hopkins, good thriller, good setup, good plotline. Ryan Gosling is great and perfect for the role of an arrogant lawyer.

And finally,
The bucket list
with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman is a nice and light movie about two men who meet in the hospital and decide to spend their last days on earth enjoying life. It's cute.

A good documentary about Cuban leader is "Fidel: The untold story". And if you haven't seen "Buena Vista Social Club", you oughta run to the movie store because it's a must. Ruben Gonzales and Ibrahim Ferrer are simply adorable, and the music as well as their story are all groovy/interesting.


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Sunday, January 20, 2008

Alpha male?

I was watching him through the window as he was casually smoking a cigarette in the schoolyard. A little kid came up to him. This was just another ordinary day in Korea.

A year earlier, she was walking down the street, having her morning cigarette. It was a beautiful summer day and she looked serene. That is, until an old woman, a stranger, slapped her behind the head, took the smoke off her hands and threw it on the ground, looking annoyed and offended.

Later that day, she would experience further confusion as her students would put her on (gender) trial for having a disgusting habit. The next day, the whole school was still in shock and, under the disapproving look of the moms, she had to promise to never smoke again in front of the kids.

She liked having a drink once in a while, and so did he. But he always had to get hammered. In his world, it was inconceivable for a man not to get drunk when the boss or even friends invited him out to dinner.

Every restaurant in the country had (at least) one smoky room filled with loud drunken men. Every singing room (noraebong) hostesses had to clean the mess left behind by the inebriated male costumers – who had almost certainly felt like Frank Sinatra for a few hours.

At 2:00am on a Tuesday night, he was waking up the neighborhood as he laughed and vociferated on the street. Sometimes he would throw up in an alley, his co-worker kindly padding his back. Sometimes he could barely stand on his feet, a glassy stare in his eyes. He would yell atrocities as his friends were holding him up.

When she had one too many drinks, her safety was at stake. Her smile was taken to mean: “I want you”, and he understood her staggering as a chance for easy sex. Even though they had never met, he thought it was okay to boldly grab her boobs, her butt, or even try to kiss her.

If she said “no”, she was a tease. If she said “yes”, she was a slut. Sipping her Martini at the bar, she would catch his glare and feel like a piece of meat.

He wore a necktie – symbol that she never really understood. Though it made him look neat and important, why suffocate oneself? For him, being dressed up meant wearing clothes from head to toe (i.e. a suit).

She, on the other hand, was expected to reveal her legs in an ensemble that also exposed her cleavage. Other women would stare at her feet if she didn’t wear those high heels that killed her back.

He had had many lovers and repeatedly cheated on his wife. He was a man! Yet when he found out she was having an affair, he treated her like a prostitute and he never let it go.

Though society was evolving, she was still expected to be (or at least act) naïve, quiet and submissive. And even if she felt good about herself, she was aware of the disapproving look of others. Given, she wasn’t skinny but she was pretty. But even at job interviews, she was quickly shown the door – what costumer would want to deal with a curvy woman? They never used that many words, but that’s obviously what they meant.

28 years old and a career, she was still living with her parents. Her only escape was marriage. He, on the other hand, was living a bachelor’s life, his mom closely watching his finances, bringing him home-cooked meals and cleaning his apartment.

Hanging out with her foreign friends on a Friday night, she couldn’t help but wonder why she wasn’t born in America…

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Nazi Korea?

There’s something shocking and extremely disturbing about a Swastika – the indisputable memory of fascism, racism, World War II, and the Holocaust.

The to eye of many people, a Swastika is reminiscent of Hitler’s death machine – which was responsible for the death of millions and millions of people. Torture, Auschwitz, the “showers” and concentration camps. Eugenics, Aryan supremacism, anti-homosexuality, the extermination of the Jewish race… Yep, that’s what used to come to mind when I saw a Swastika.

Thus you can imagine my surprise when I first step foot in South Korea last year - where flags of Swastikas are all over the country. On tourist maps, you can find several swastikas as well. And, get this; Buddhists proudly display Swastikas on their pamphlet, books and temples.

Really? Those little monks who shave their head and seek harmony between men and nature?

The explanation was quite simple: Korea is not nazi. Nor is India, China or any other country where the Swastika is proudly displayed.

The Nazis appropriated themselves with what they believed to prove their theory of a supremacist Aryan race. Even long before Hitler, German volkisch nationalist movements were using the Swastika.

The Swastika has been a religious sign of life and good luck for thousands of years – in Buddhism, Jainism, Hinduism and even Native American traditions. It is originally the counter-clockwise version.


The Nazi Swastika, on the other hand, is the clockwise one, slightly inclined to the left. Its meaning is the complete opposite – that is, one of death and hate.

More info here, here and online.


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Friday, January 11, 2008

French President dates supermodel


While the very conservative United States of America would by no means tolerate their head of state divorcing during his presidential term, France has taken a new turn with President Nicolas Sarkozy, 6 months only after the election.

In October 2007, the presidential office announced that Sarkozy had filed for divorce from his wife Cecilia Ciganer-Albeliz - a former supermodel whom he had met when he was mayor of Neuilly in the 1980's... when he had actually officiated her wedding.

In January 2008, Sarkozy publicly announced his "serious relationship" with Carla Bruni - a supermodel and musician. They were photographed at EuroDisney, and taking a vacation in Egypt.

It has been all over the news for quite a while now, and lots of people see this as regular jetset material. But it is quite a unique event since Sarkozy's predecessors have had countless lovers, and yet they never publicly discussed it (Mitterand, Chirac...)

Moreover, such a public outlet of a President's private life is not new. But the fact that it is discussed and acknowledged by the President himself is quite unusual. Is Sarko trying to gain the population's trust by stating the obvious? Well it is true that he does always say what he means (e.g. referring to urban vandals as "rabble" (racaille) during the Paris riots)

Anyway, quoting French comedian Anne Roumanoff:
"It would be alright if she (Carla Bruni) became the First Lady. But what if Hilary (Clinton) got elected? You know, Sarko would visit her, and during the official presidential meetings the spouses would keep each other company.... and knowing Bill (Clinton) and Carla.... it might provoke serious tension between France and the US." (see youtube clip here)

Roumanoff is of course referring to the fact that Bruni is infamous for dating Donald Trump and breaking up Mick Jagger's marriage. While Bill... well, you remember Monica Lewinsky ;)

You will of course understand that i'm French-Canadian and everything our big sister France does is of interest ;) On a related note, Patrick called me tonight to let me know that he has booked his flight to Bali - meaning I will meet a very good French friend in Indonesia in about a month! That's something to look forward to !!


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Wednesday, January 2, 2008

In a Seoul state of mind

서울. Seoul. Population: 10.3 million souls wandering in the big Korean metropolis.



When you first set foot on the street of the South Korean capital, it feels as though you are at the very heart of technology – huge skyscrapers competing with each other for the (gray) sky, while gigantic TVs posted on the buildings throw music and publicity at you. It is simply fascinating and vibrant!






The subway system is one of the cheapest, cleanest and most efficient in the world. In the center of the city stands large and proud Bukhansan, one of Korea’s tallest mountains (can you believe I took that picture with my cell phone while on top of it?!)




Department stores offer the best technology there is, while Burger King has TV on their cash registers so you don’t get bored during the 2 minute-wait. Handsome businessmen proudly walk to their Mercedes while half-bent women in their sixties are selling gum on the street (they came from the countryside, where they used to work in the rice fields).

Most public parks are equipped with free workout equipment, while greasy Korean food is sold on the street. I once bought a copy of "DreamGirls" for 3 dollars at a stand in a subway station where the movie theater was premiering that very movie.







Medicine in Korea is cheap and overrated – Korea is a society highly geared toward productivity and doctors are very aware of this. Thus when sick, one receives small bags in which shocking amounts of pills ensure that you will be knocked out for a few days, but good to go to work earlier than expected. They’re divided into daily doses, as opposed to back home. Needles can also be bought at any good street market….





At times, being in Seoul is like being in a developing country – that is, the old women pushing a huge wheelbarrow full of recycling that they will later sell. Or the strange insects and seafood sold by street vendors.



Korean food is very healthy (lots of fish and vegetables), and Koreans are very open-minded when it comes to eating – fish eye, cow stomach, raw horse, and all sorts of viscous fish including live octopus. Cabbage (used to make kimchi) is piled up in Kia trucks while ajummas (older women) sun-dry red pepper and carry bags of rice on their back.











In the countryside, ajummas sell anything they can on the street, but how can you make a living out of chives? In Seoul, some roast hazelnuts while others give away free hugs.







Buddhist temples are everywhere, and churches are as present if not more. Red neon crosses illuminate the city at night… it’s spooky.



And if Seoul is blessed with Cheonggyecheon (downtown stream, totally magic at night with all the lights), it also exhibits interesting art, and it promotes shameless pooping, thanks to the “Etiquette Bell” installed in most bathroom and which makes a flushing sound when you’re going for number two.







Starbucks cohabits with cardboard stands selling stolen jackets for 5 or 10 bucks. Taxis are cheap and all over the place, with the latest technology including T-Money (magnetic subway pass), navigator, TV, and credit/debit card machine. But being a cab driver is an easy job to get so reports of rape and mugging are quite disturbing.







Breathing in Seoul is not an easy task. People wear masks for a good reason: air pollution is terrible. While most Koreans blame it on China and its yellow dust, the eternal rush hour (most of the day) doesn’t help either. Fortunately, recycling and composting are mandatory, and the unemployed elderly is hired to clean the sidewalks and subway stations. The city’s streets are almost immaculate.



Impressingly enough, planes are brushing the city as they fly low to a nearby airport. In Seoul, both Gimpo and Incheon airports are less than an hour from the city, and the same is true on Jeju island.

Seoul is advanced and traditional. It is polluted, yet environmentally friendly. It is at times slow, but highly efficient. It’s safe and unsafe.



After living in Seoul for a year, I was fed up – traffic jam, air pollution and the hecticness… I had to look really hard in order to get a glimpse of the moon. I wanted out. I wanted the countryside.

But after spending 4 months on Jeju Island, at a crappy job, with a crappy schedule, no time for myself, making less money than I used to while working more hours, stuck in a rot, being woken up in the middle of the night by either dogs barking, noisy neighbors or drunk men blabbering down the street, I needed a “Seoul fix”.

So I went to Seoul for New Year’s. I couldn’t wipe that smile off my face as I was sitting on the plane, thinking about the 3 days to come: nice hotel with bathtub, catching up with friends, eating at ethnic food restaurants, shopping like there’s no tomorrow, feeling the city vibe while going out, and most of all, being anonymous. No more “hello! Hello!” on the street. Plus, Jeju city is as packed as Seoul, but without the conveninence so...



I got my hair done, bought mittens made in India (not made in China!), shopped all over town, ate French food, bought maple syrup, had a chai latte at the coffee bean, and some fun time out with my friends. We even had fireworks on the rooftop of a bar as the snow was slowly enchanting the city.


It turned out to bequite enjoyable, but I felt somehow incomplete as I was going through the customs at Gimpo Airport on my way back. I didn’t feel like I belonged in Seoul anymore, yet Jeju Island didn’t thrill me as much, and Quebec was just too far away. Suddenly, existential questions clustered my poor weary brain and I panicked.

As we grow to be citizens of the world, don’t we come to feel like we both belong everywhere and nowhere?



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