tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89572403877762460672024-02-18T20:59:28.265-08:00My Daegu Days“The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.”Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-71758647385216629282010-09-06T11:07:00.001-07:002010-09-06T11:07:45.006-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I HAVE MOVED TO:<br /><br />http://fruithat.tumblr.com/</span></div>Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-77450926743329599772010-09-06T07:28:00.000-07:002010-09-06T07:29:12.045-07:00Moving.I've decided to move to tumblr. (It was a hard choice between tumblr or wordpress :O) Blogger lacks quite a bit for me, personally. :) I'll post the link when I set everything upLaura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-85143331178373869702010-08-31T18:49:00.000-07:002010-08-31T19:05:55.645-07:00Fucking Umbrellas.On a personal note, Dakota, our foster, is getting adopted. He's thankfully gone to a home who can take care of him for his issues he has now, a lot better than we can. Adam saw his first beach yesterday, too. :)<br /><br />Anyway, Umbrellas.<br /><br />In Korea, like any place, it rains. Right? When I go out to take a walk, and it starts to drizzle. I deal with it. I keep walking. If it starts pouring heavily, I think it <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>sucks, but I wont cry over it. Why should I? It's just rain, and in most Western cultures, rain isn't a big deal. Especially a small drizzle. However, in Korea, people seem to just know when it was magically rain. No lie. The other day, I was at the park and there was NO indication of rain. As soon as it started, all the Koreans on the street popped out their umbrellas. I'm assuming they look at the weather channel beforehand or something, but for some reason, Koreans act like rain will melt them. Even if someone doesn't have an Umbrella, they'll put their hands over their heads like it'll really<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WR5dOW_fC9BZC8gIE8CIpJzwAGr9dY5kskyHgfrGeJoIyni_b9NkWFT-NQb2cJ_0ndiZ4mgmcjSXNuZUVYCGLXA2IVi2lWyWlR_Xb9vaKWtPGYuZFX_8jAuodTZ4WCb18dKaJrCTI400/s1600/sex+038.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WR5dOW_fC9BZC8gIE8CIpJzwAGr9dY5kskyHgfrGeJoIyni_b9NkWFT-NQb2cJ_0ndiZ4mgmcjSXNuZUVYCGLXA2IVi2lWyWlR_Xb9vaKWtPGYuZFX_8jAuodTZ4WCb18dKaJrCTI400/s400/sex+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511760418967042962" border="0" /></a> help keep them dry. Koreans use umbrellas for small little drizzles, and if you're like me, and you don't CARE if it's just a drizzle and you don't cover your head like a lava shower is approaching or get my umbrella, I'm looked at like I'm crazy. (Once even yelled at by an older Korean man.)<br /><br />Koreans just don't have umbrellas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5eATWHRquq6S1dZo6QzTmf3hE7lkxOw1jOWgaqwJNee1gqHzwS0dWbfGXZNM2k0SzGGKaQSR8k5SZtthsWb18xqc-iDlrC08XTLvbLwd7Cx4uui38dBk17pYSsHWss0Hi_THa2Rw16Db/s1600/tumblr_l1ielx8vdW1qzof4ro1_500.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5eATWHRquq6S1dZo6QzTmf3hE7lkxOw1jOWgaqwJNee1gqHzwS0dWbfGXZNM2k0SzGGKaQSR8k5SZtthsWb18xqc-iDlrC08XTLvbLwd7Cx4uui38dBk17pYSsHWss0Hi_THa2Rw16Db/s400/tumblr_l1ielx8vdW1qzof4ro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511759037881949330" border="0" /></a> for rain, though, they use them for the sun. Korean summer is extremely humid and hot, so I can understand why. But instead of wearing some roomy attire, they wear virtual bodysuits. I found a comic on ROKetship.com that portrayed that PERFECTLY. Koreans wear masks (Adam told me about something to do with the air. Don't know if it's true or not.) But you'll see a lot of people with masks, or cloth around their faces with baseball caps and jackets. Not unusual in Korean, but quite strange here.<br /><br /><br />I have a sun umbrella for my sun allergy, but Koreans look at me like I'm crazy when I use it. :/Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-77926187065202339462010-08-29T23:00:00.000-07:002010-08-29T23:04:21.172-07:00MIAI know, I've been a bit MIA.<br /><br />Why? Sickness, Cleaning (after being sick) and KAPS. KAPS has found a new location, thankfully, and should be moving soon, and I'm trying as hard as I can to get free time in to make the website. As well as that? Dakota. We're hoping to find him a new home extremely soon. Sadly, we're no longer able to foster him due to his destructive nature. We're pretty sad.<br /><br />But, I have a new new blog posts in mind (Koreans&Umbrellas) and I have more pictures as of late. I would be making a post about the Daegu Body painting festival, but we didn't get to go. :(<br /> BlahLaura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-6204505023780770112010-08-23T22:41:00.000-07:002010-08-23T23:05:54.199-07:00Korean Hospitals.Honestly, I feel so overwhelmed. This was possibly one of the worst weeks I have ever had in my life. I found out my granddad died Friday night, and then on Saturday I spent 7 hours in the ER. So this post, ladies and gents, shall be about Korean Hospitals. :(<br /><br />They're quite different than American ones, and quite intimidating as well. I went in at 2pmish with excruciating pains in my right side, that had been going on for 3 hours. Unable to take it anymore, Adam and I had rushed to the hospital as the on base hospital was unavailable. Upon entering and signing in, we were taken to a gurney, with about 10 other people sitting and waiting and asked what was wrong, went through the motions, etc. That wasn't too bad, besides the whole "being in a room with 10 other people" thing. You don't get your own little room, you get a curtain, which will blow open as people walk past.... while your shirt is up. NOT fun.<br /><br />After that, we had to wait two hours until I was allowed any kind of medication. I went in for CT scans, and to an OB/GYN (I threw up in his trash can, take THAT for sticking things in my vagina!) and a bunch of other crap that was all a bit hazy. I loved the nurse I had as she spoke good English, and was very very very kind. The worst experience was actually when I <span style="font-style: italic;">did </span>get medicine and I <span style="font-style: italic;">did </span>go into the actual ER area, though.<br /><br />The first time around, I was wheeled next to a lady who had shit all over herself and was making these scary groaning noises like she was dying. That was one of the scariest things I had seen in awhile. I needed a bucket because I kept wanting to throw up, and no one could get us one, which resulted in me hobbling over with Adam to a restroom which was past the front door, waiting room and all, and into a small unclean restroom that I had to sit down in and stick my head in the bowl. I was then taken right down to the end, away from the lady who smelled like poop, which was a HUGE relief. I chilled out for quite awhile, actually. Adam went home to check on the dogs, and eventually some cute Korean guy came to check my vitals and called me normal while patting my hand 8D! When Adam came back, some lady died a few beds down, and a guy came in a moped accident who was bleeding everywhere. Another nurse came over and stuck a tube up my urethra with JUST a curtain to separate us from the whole room, and pretty much the whole time I felt violated, scared and in pain.<br /><br />7 hours of pure bliss, just to be told I had a Kidney Stone. Hurrah.Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-90009411470357432082010-08-18T07:49:00.001-07:002010-08-18T07:51:32.597-07:00Door.You know what's weird? Recently, the front door hasn't closed all the way when we leave / enter, so we have to really PULL it behind us. Adam ALWAYS forgets, like this morning, when Artsy had dropped by and saw the door open with Dakota hanging out in there. Thankfully, no animals have ever left the apartment, even if it has been open for 3-4 hours, and I think I got it sorted today.<br /><br />Scary, thoughLaura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-41723904026579610792010-08-15T22:56:00.001-07:002010-08-15T23:02:53.407-07:00"A REAL Dog"Adam and I walked Dakota and Unnamed yesterday. We decided to go downtown to help them get used to big big crowds and the hustle and bustle of the streets. People were amazed, more at Dakota than anything. He's a big dog, a Husky, so people look and think "A wolf!" Our neighbors children actually had asked if he was a wolf. They're not wrong in this assumption, really, as the Husky is one of the closest breeds TO a wolf, but none the less, it's still funny.<br /><br />He attracts attention, which is usually negative. People get angry when they see larger dogs. But today we received no negative feedback. (More than likely because there is a younger generation downtown!) People said Hello, they said he was a Beautiful Dog, and they waved. One couple had actually stopped to crouch down, pet him, play with his ears. He just sat there all happily. It was too cute!<br /><br />Adam and I assumed they were selling dogs, but an older couples with 5 puppies in a cart came down and stopped to look at us, maybe trying to sell the puppies? That was interesting. A car stalked us as well. It slowly followed behind us, hopefully just driving, but I highly doubt it. It was a fun walk, though, people were interested in Kota (and Unnamed!) and stared A LOT, but we had no dog kicking or yelling. :) In fact, a western group walked by and said "A real dog!!!" Yay Korea!Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-34082602603331373492010-08-14T10:24:00.001-07:002010-08-14T10:45:32.513-07:00Being Bisexual.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://washedit.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/shirley-phelpss600x600.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 594px; height: 394px;" src="http://washedit.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/shirley-phelpss600x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I came out to my mum a couple of days before I left for Korea. It was a pretty awkward conversation. "Uh, so, I'm bi." Followed with my mum having this 'ThisIsSoAwkward,WhyDoesThisAlwaysHappenToMe,MyChildIsInsane' face. I've always been pretty hush about it until now. If someone asked, I'd tell them, but besides that, it's not something I'd parade around. Since coming out to my mother, I've not issues with telling people, though. I don't care who knows, because I have all the reassurance I need knowing my mother accepts my choices even if she doesn't like it. It was hard explaining the whole "I prefer men, but I'm also sexually attracted to women" thing, but, I was happy to have such support. My friends had known, C. Love has always been supportive and she is herself, so we relate, then there is Adam who I think has a hard time grasping the concept at times "but you chose to marry me, so you're straight!" "Urm.. No." But he's never had an <span style="font-style: italic;">issue </span>with it, which again, means a lot too me. I know my family will support me, which means so much too me, and I'm happy that I have that support. I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">lucky, </span>because many homosexual and bisexual people are disowned because of their sexuality. I don't mind answering questions and explaining bisexuality to people, I just hate explaining it to the bigots. One bigotry remark I cannot stand is the word Faggot.<br /><br />The word faggot is a terrible word to say to some, funny to others, like the word "retard." Adam uses Faggot a lot, sadly, and I try and explain to him countless times the reason I hate it is that faggot is used in a negative context, right? That's sorta like saying that homosexuals are wrong, subconsciously.<br /><br /><p></p><blockquote><p>First, “the n-word,” which is almost never said or printed in it’s entirety, and rightfully so. I won’t print it here because of the hundreds of years of hatred, violence and soullessness attached to the word. Tell me I am giving the word too much power and I will tell you that you are not giving the word enough power. It is despicable, disgusting and never OK to use. Feel free to start conversations about who is allowed to use it and how the word changes when you put an “a” at the end instead of an “er,” but I take a hard line on this issue: Its use is simply unacceptable. I think most mainstream media agrees with me, when the future leaders of the Republican Party hurled the n-word at African American lawmakers, you would be hard pressed to find a respected media outlet that said or printed the full word.</p> <a name='more'></a> <p>However, the other hate word that was used that day was directed toward openly gay Congressman Barney Frank, and media’s treatment of that word runs the gamut. Numerous headlines <a href="http://www.propeller.com/story/2010/03/20/tea-party-protests-39nier39-39faggot39-shouted-at-members-of-congress/">read something like this</a>: “'Ni**er,' 'Faggot' Shouted At Members Of Congress.” While many media outlets did use asterisks in the f-word, just as many others felt perfectly comfortable saying or printing the full word.</p> <p>Am I offended? As Sarah Palin would say, “You Betcha!”</p><p>- <a href="http://gayrights.change.org/blog/view/faggot_vs_faot">GayRights.change</a><br /></p></blockquote><p></p><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWS0GVOQPs0?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWS0GVOQPs0?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-63407385318455316202010-08-10T23:31:00.000-07:002010-08-10T23:36:42.891-07:00Sick.I've not been feeling great these past couple of days, but it's really escalated. I'm beginning to think that I have Mono. :( My throat is sore, my face is swollen, I've lost my appetite and I'm napping (which I hardly ever do nowadays.) Potty Mouth and i were supposed to go out tonight, too, but poor girly is also sick, thanks to her icky little Korean students who cough and sneeze on her. :). So we've rescheduled, and hopefully by Sunday + we'll be feeling well enough to go out again!<br /><br />Until then, I'm going to lie around in my PJ's and feel sorry for myself.Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-39640698773733524732010-08-10T04:43:00.001-07:002010-08-10T04:56:06.563-07:00Old Korean Guys and Saving FaceSince I promised something Korean Related, instead of myself and KAPS, etcetc, I decided to post about old men.<br /><br />So many times since I have been in Korea have I heard terrible things about old Korean men. I've heard they think they're better than everyone else, and will be cruel to you, but I have never personally witnessed that until that man tried to kick my dog and yelled at Adam for letting his dehydrated dog have a drink.<br /><br />Some older Korean men are perverts, they will stare at your chest like it's a fucking firework display. Once friend of mine had told me that one should not smile when walking your dog, as most of the time, an older Korean man will go out of his way to destroy that happiness.<br /><br />This isn't to say this is ALL Korean elders, but so far I've witnessed a good majority of it. One friend was filming something about meat markets in Korea, and an old man smacked the camera out of her hand, so she said she kicked him in the shin, which he deserved imho.<br /><br />I've met some <span style="font-style: italic;">very </span>kind and <span style="font-style: italic;">very </span>nice older Korean men. But I've also witnessed some cruel, cruel men. I'm just more aware of it here, I suppose, as the people are way more open about being cruel. They'll kick your dog, hit it with objects, in public.<br /><br />My friend however, told me to make a scene. Koreans are big about saving face, unlike most Westerners.<br /><br />What do I mean by Saving Face? It basically means your dignity and honor. Koreans <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>dislike Saving Face and will save others from losing face by lying, if need be. As my friend had put it, embarrassment and drawing attention to yourself is a nono in Korea, and could cause you to Lose Face. It's a concept hard for most westerners, as we're not as big on it as they are, I suppose.<br /><br />Right now though, I don't feel like detailing everything, and I don't really want to talk about Korean stuff. A promise is a promise though, I s'pose.Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-49449612353678113632010-08-10T04:08:00.000-07:002010-08-10T04:13:05.936-07:00Dear Typhoon.Word on the street is that you're going to be coming right over Daegu. Well guess what, loser, no one wants you here. I have plans tomorrow, you know? I have a LIFE. Go back to where you formed or something.<br /><br />Seriously, though, a Typhoon is heading over us and I'm going to be pissed if it's "bad." I hate bad weather. It doesn't scare me, it annoys me. It's ANNOYING. I don't know if living on the top floor is good or bad either, so I guess we'll see, but if random car parts come flying into my windows, I'm not going to be overjoyed, that's for sure.<br /><br />On a side note, I've been sick. I don't know what it is, but it sucks, and it's annoying. Hopefully by tomorrow it will all be better. :( Dakota has been good today, so I've been able to lie down and relax for the most part and watch HOUSE. :3Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-70976723981612143872010-08-09T01:29:00.000-07:002010-08-09T01:40:18.243-07:00I miss...My kitty Shadow. :( Sadly, Adam and I financially wont be able to make it to the US for a vacation at Christmas, which is something we wanted to do for awhile. My mother and I are not currently speaking, either, due to her calling me a liar and bitching at me because I <span style="font-style: italic;">couldn't </span>come back for Christmas, yep, makes me a liar because I said I would. But I can't help it, so I'm not worrying about it. As much as I love and miss my mum, I'm sick of hearing some of her bullshit that she comes out with. What makes this even more rich is that she sends me messages making excuses and saying "I believe what I want to believe." Annoying.<br /><br />My week has pretty much revolved around KAPS, and helping KAPS and dealing with life in general. A typhoon will be heading close to Daegu soon, so Adam and I have to be "prepared" for anything that could happen with that. We're considering adopting a Meat Market Rescue that has been at the shelter for awhile, a cuteeee little Papillion! :)<br /><br />I'll make a more Korea related post, soon. :)Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-60669301334850925232010-08-05T18:58:00.000-07:002010-08-05T19:29:49.393-07:00Oh, Look, A Girl With An IV In Her Arm.This week has been pretty laid back, besides yesterday, and today should be a lot to handle as well.<br />Artsy and I met up at 2ish at the PX in the military base, took out some won, and we took a taxi down to <span style="color: rgb(68, 0, 0);">Daemyoung, which is where Homeplus and KAPS are. A week or so before, one of the coordinators had informed us about a Korean restaurant which was really good, and Artsy and I were hungry, AND it was a couple of buildings away from KAPS, so why not? We entered, took off our shoes, and sat down on the floor in front of the table with the ... uh... thing... in the middle, that cooks your food.<span style="color: rgb(68, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLA8JcY8BbjyQcvRNs0pb9BQcdii50jxCDDoqlP2b6PaQ-9vQnLu7fPO5RUd2sBuFZVeDMDA1MohZ9FXF0KR4fDKwTnOl5lQs34cK0wccNjglxoAGxwbfqwjQHwghUGByOmHJ7FNUeBV59/s1600/VideOH+001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 357px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLA8JcY8BbjyQcvRNs0pb9BQcdii50jxCDDoqlP2b6PaQ-9vQnLu7fPO5RUd2sBuFZVeDMDA1MohZ9FXF0KR4fDKwTnOl5lQs34cK0wccNjglxoAGxwbfqwjQHwghUGByOmHJ7FNUeBV59/s400/VideOH+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502113223623428002" border="0" /></a><br />So, that was our menu. I don't know why, but we weren't allowed to have a lot of the stuff on the right side. We kept trying, but she kept point and making an X sign with her hands. So whatever, we got that thing for 6,000 won and just hoped for the best. Artsy was hoping to get live Octopus, I think. We'll have to check out the fish markets near KAPS, but we got what we <span style="font-style: italic;">always </span>get at Korean restaurants. The same meat. Most Korean restaurants actually give you the same meat, and other foods, and same leaves, etc. I was a bit frustrated until she gave us POTATOES and CHEESY CORN. I know it sounds really stupid, but in Korean restaurants that I've been too, instead of potatoes, and cheesy corn, you get some other kind of strange vegetable/fruit that when you taste it you're not sure if you like it or not, or, you're not sure if you should cook it on the cooker in front of you.<br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(68, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(68, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(68, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(68, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2lAHfsc_TKgfF8mZma36svMblAckPDYKptOjfH_IEBVVKeyy3kVeGsv6iJTxABP0HrpLUPhGbNV1-1cKX53gIYqw25zi22QnQV_FzsnzPdI2-t3HHanUXjoqf2EMCFmvEKG56yFBaggy/s1600/VideOH+007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2lAHfsc_TKgfF8mZma36svMblAckPDYKptOjfH_IEBVVKeyy3kVeGsv6iJTxABP0HrpLUPhGbNV1-1cKX53gIYqw25zi22QnQV_FzsnzPdI2-t3HHanUXjoqf2EMCFmvEKG56yFBaggy/s400/VideOH+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502114649402311522" border="0" /></a><br />So, the restaurant wasn't half bad. We paid and went to KAPS, groomed dogs, played with dogs, took dogs for walks, got about 6 drinks because it's so fucking hot in Daegu at the minute. At 5:17, we decided to leave, which is usually when we leave anyway, but Adam wasn't picking us up. We decided to take the Subway! I was excited, because I've never been on the Subway before, and I really needed to learn how to navigate it. So we're walking down there, and stop for a minute to sit down and Sunnan, the president of KAPS see's us and starts talking to us. :D She's so sweet! She's quite a bit older, but very lively and active. She told us the importance of exercise and gave us fruit. 3 apples and a batch of blueberries each. We tried to refuse, but Koreans can be too kind sometimes. We conversed with her for awhile, she left, and we cont'd to walk down to the subway. On our way, though, we saw a hospital patient. Jamie, Artsy's husband, had mentioned before that hospital patients in Korea are allowed to leave the facility to get a drink, or something to eat. We saw a girl with an IV in arm, drip machine and all, hobbling along the street with her boyfriends/friend/brother.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTDcDTZYUz5-_UhjsG5VcYl714sirNxvpWvY-RjMguMbLEkVWrdxpbcPmd3RaMVJM7d9yLjLAId9dwX4cfN8pEvcX4ozzZF4KA3etSPNxGqDic9ueLZI4o3NWkYSSXE_kNdFRLR64GNi9/s1600/VideOH+009.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 523px; height: 392px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTDcDTZYUz5-_UhjsG5VcYl714sirNxvpWvY-RjMguMbLEkVWrdxpbcPmd3RaMVJM7d9yLjLAId9dwX4cfN8pEvcX4ozzZF4KA3etSPNxGqDic9ueLZI4o3NWkYSSXE_kNdFRLR64GNi9/s400/VideOH+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502116305285545762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQEjF14kOtIiG9kmcI_MoEgCDQGNzTGl7JaqE6__dMUc5QcLudtPOBc_JjziTjMgNxoFBzQkRqIkoCvKB9NA08PrnA8VmEi7NwIRBYXMelpJcOXJV_RDA7HNYe2c23iZsx1iWPZxqGEWb/s1600/VideOH+012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQEjF14kOtIiG9kmcI_MoEgCDQGNzTGl7JaqE6__dMUc5QcLudtPOBc_JjziTjMgNxoFBzQkRqIkoCvKB9NA08PrnA8VmEi7NwIRBYXMelpJcOXJV_RDA7HNYe2c23iZsx1iWPZxqGEWb/s400/VideOH+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502116299232083442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So the subway was an experience. Artsy thought we had to get off at the third stop, but decided we should get off at the second one instead. Biggest mistake, EVER. We ended up semi-close to walker, but it was one well of a walk, and we needed to be on <span style="font-style: italic;">george. </span>From the station, to walker, to George is <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>a fun walk. <span style="font-style: italic;">At All. </span>We were actually semi-close to George and decided to get a taxi, told him where we needed to go, he didn't understand, drove us up the street and made a motion at us to get out. Thankfully, we didn't have to pay, <span style="font-style: italic;">but, </span>he did take up back up the street we just walked up, so we had to walk back down, again.<br /><br />Getting to George was like Ice Cream on a Hot day, though.<br /><br />Most of last night, and today, is dedicated to making KAPS a new site that will be easier to function than the current one, making animal profiles, and other various things like figuring out a new building for KAPS. Sunday will be spent meeting with Sunnan and the Fund raising Coordinator at KAPS, I'll call her PottyMouth on here, because she always says "Fuck you" at me. :( Silly Londoners.<br /><br />Adam doesn't get off work until 10 until Sunday, either, which really sucks. I get bored. 3:<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-2876652340759450022010-08-03T23:26:00.000-07:002010-08-03T23:30:08.427-07:00Did I mention? I'm learning Dutch, even though this song is German >_><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cGIdmw7QFzU&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cGIdmw7QFzU&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-35234968380704846282010-08-02T07:55:00.000-07:002010-08-02T08:02:08.109-07:00Standstill.Life is at a standstill at the moment. Nothing much to talk about besides the rain. I'm racking some blog posts up in my head, though, deciding which would make for a good blog post. Some things don't even deserve a post, whereas others don't need a whole post dedicated to that topic. Like, how long could I post about it raining, and how <span style="font-style: italic;">everybody </span>will have an umbrella, for even the <span style="font-style: italic;">slightest </span>drizzle. Not long enough to keep anyone occupied.<br /><br />I've been reading up on being an expat teacher in general though. I think after this whole army thing is over with, we're both planning on doing something else with travel. Maybe be teachers, or, maybe bakpack through Europe. We talked about that. Could come to be fun.<br /><br />Adam and I are saving up for a trip to Seoul soon, anyway. I think we could use the get away for the weekend.Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-17262939277594819572010-07-31T04:01:00.000-07:002010-07-31T04:07:55.548-07:00Bleeding Toes & Drunken Old Men. (Warning: GROSS Pictures)Today was one hell of a day.<br />Adam and I went down to the shelter, KAPS, to walk dogs with 7 or so other people. Adam and I were handed two pitbulls which are quite rare in Korea ( as we were told ) They were young and quite sweet, Adam got the larger male and I got the younger female to walk. A<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbU11TGrxN6M0kFSC_0vSDH6eRffigJC44c5I5X7n6Vh02yuaP5chjpFegAqNtmLCq1t2fbB66gRgot7cPWGK8f0PY42GCjP3djJN2z-MGEPp6JNoerWdSjLaQKuNwABGByBwok0VAC13/s1600/BLAHHH+103.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbU11TGrxN6M0kFSC_0vSDH6eRffigJC44c5I5X7n6Vh02yuaP5chjpFegAqNtmLCq1t2fbB66gRgot7cPWGK8f0PY42GCjP3djJN2z-MGEPp6JNoerWdSjLaQKuNwABGByBwok0VAC13/s200/BLAHHH+103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500021962187760050" border="0" /></a>nyway, there is a park near KAPS, which is really quite nice to walk around and all 9 of us (Adam and I included) took a walk down there. Adams dog, the larger pitbull was dehydrated. He kept stopping, couldn't walk, and throwing up. At the park are water fountains in which the dogs <span style="font-style: italic;">needed </span>a drunk. They were all panting, and all exhausted. People stared, but didn't say anything, and we'd done this before the last time we'd come here, so we really didn't see an issue. Unless you're putting your mouth on anything other than water, what is there to worry about? Well some guy had an issue, and stepped forward, more than likely <span style="font-style: italic;">drunk. </span>He yelled at us, shoo'd us away, and told us he didn't want the dogs drinking there in Korean. So OK, we can respect that, not like our dogs were jumping up drinking it anyway, they were kinda just on the ground, but OK, we get water bottles and pour it over the dogs instead. This guy <span style="font-style: italic;">still </span>has a fucking issue, which resulted in more yelling. He got in one of the KAPS coordinators face and mine at some point, as people were walking, in which I gave him a 'wtf' face, and the coordinator just kind of rolled her eyes. Adam came us asking what the problem was, told us to go, and then this guy is harassing Adam's fucking dog. Adam called him something rude in Korean, the Korean guy yelled "HEYHEYHEY", I came back, told him to Shut Up, and grabbed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8sBp_83D3nr6vAo1EnxyHr19brSEF-F5-b59d5zN0THWt9Ck76mkGUyca74_bz6v7L32jmR5oCoqEFEjj19aUOztv9Nw451RrCUPETywpsBfW1GvoHFmAMpntvoIa2Ldy3l9970F1D_Ue/s1600/BLAHHH+115.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8sBp_83D3nr6vAo1EnxyHr19brSEF-F5-b59d5zN0THWt9Ck76mkGUyca74_bz6v7L32jmR5oCoqEFEjj19aUOztv9Nw451RrCUPETywpsBfW1GvoHFmAMpntvoIa2Ldy3l9970F1D_Ue/s200/BLAHHH+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500024009818700146" border="0" /></a> Adam. In the process, my flip flop broke and my toe skidded on the ground which cut open the skin and bled quite a bit. Fucking sucked.<br /><br />On the other hand, Artsy and Jamie adopted a little shih tsu they'd been wanting for awhile! It was so cute<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvZuArJOg5SPTUQinC_pPATvz4Ej3Nz0b6gfAvdBfVIaXLqo69byqAUp2On4KNfR3RyCEjHF6V2K1OLt7jAuj903ewR5pSnbfgMWZDDdWIMOnHujIE_rtbWJDx4GgVgSg7d5zLHOeqIQH/s1600/BLAHHH+117.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvZuArJOg5SPTUQinC_pPATvz4Ej3Nz0b6gfAvdBfVIaXLqo69byqAUp2On4KNfR3RyCEjHF6V2K1OLt7jAuj903ewR5pSnbfgMWZDDdWIMOnHujIE_rtbWJDx4GgVgSg7d5zLHOeqIQH/s200/BLAHHH+117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500025029236169698" border="0" /></a>!! And I have more phone charms which always make me feel better, especially when they're obnoxious. Adam and I also got some things for our apartment which is making it feel a lot more homey! :)Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-88140045779321528712010-07-29T07:05:00.001-07:002010-07-29T07:22:20.862-07:00Little Boxes.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUJWJBRZSni7uczLZzLJY1-5wUWfU2KKXQ9X5LeKztJcyVOEHAzWCPbM-RuVDR_zvvT1gXJAifiEgdNHs5xJQknifbbiCcbWL-IQTOdBV0WFo9z0MJFlb-GOS-20nCQwCGCaVcyHujfHR/s1600/IMG_1502.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUJWJBRZSni7uczLZzLJY1-5wUWfU2KKXQ9X5LeKztJcyVOEHAzWCPbM-RuVDR_zvvT1gXJAifiEgdNHs5xJQknifbbiCcbWL-IQTOdBV0WFo9z0MJFlb-GOS-20nCQwCGCaVcyHujfHR/s200/IMG_1502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499331690922303682" border="0" /></a><br />So today I decided I wanted to talk about something Korea related. Houses.<br /><br />Houses here are different then houses in the states. First of all, the houses I have personally seen have all been in alleyways. Alleyways are <span style="font-style: italic;">very </span>common where I live, especially serving as shortcuts for cars to drive down by. (Sometimes it gets quite annoying) But it does come in handy if you want to get somewhere a bit quicker than you might in the states or the UK. In the picture I posted, there is an alley right next to HomePlus which goes down and connects to a series of other alleys. Artsy and I took a Taxi down here before, (and he went a TOTALLY different way than we had both ever witnessed) and he came through the back of THAT alley, where as usually when we come, we just come down the main road (which is in the picture, going left and right) Anyway, the alleyways triple as shortcuts, places to place establishments such as clubs (not like drinking and partying), shops and restaurants, and homes. These homes are usually not viewable, however. Korean homes usually have a high brick wall going all through the alley, with a <span style="font-style: italic;">big gate </span>that you can't see through/past. Next to the gate is a buzzer/intercom where you obviously push the button if you want in. Artsy and I were able to actually "kind of" see past a Korean gate today where were only saw a door with shoes in, but some homes (or apartments, not sure) are a couple of stories high and have a long stairway on the <span style="font-style: italic;">outside. </span><br /><br />Korean houses are pretty nifty, and I hope to one day be able to see inside one myself. Until then, I think I'll just keep on trying to inconspicuously look through the cracks or try and look over the wall.Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-84775040523200451492010-07-27T18:02:00.000-07:002010-07-27T18:40:32.341-07:00Lets Bitch, THEN Talk.This blog isn't as "Korea" related as it is "personal" related. But before that, "Boys over Flowers" is playing on Hulu! (A popular Korean drama! Go watch nao!)<br /><br />Hopefully this coming weekend, Adam and I will be able to buy some decor things for our apartment, since that's had to have been put on a hold. :(. But I'm excited, and I'm going to try and get my mum to mail me my wedding pictures, and have C. Love draw me a picture I can frame. :)<br /><br />Recently, the thought of going back to the US, to the city I once lived in, makes me feel extremely sick. Not as in, "oh, I just don't want to go." But I physically feel ill and mentally depressed. That place had caused me so much trouble the years I lived there, and I was not happy. Of course, bad stuff can happen to you anywhere you live, but this place was just depressing for me. Our home was in the middle of nowhere, I couldn't just up and leave and be in the city like I can now, and I felt confined. In the month I've lived here, I feel like this is where I'm meant to be at this stage of my life. Despite the language barrier, Korea is a nice and relaxing place to live. Of course, like any place, it has it downfalls at times, but I would rather be here despite them. The plan was for me to come back to Evansville at Christmas. However, Adam and I are doubting that we'll have enough for the flight there, so I'm hoping to convince my parents to come here. Although it would be nice to visit old friends from Evansville, I really <span style="font-weight: bold;">do not </span>want to go back. Adam and I both agreed on that. We could go to Japan, or England, for much cheaper and be much more interested. Family is nice, I'd love to see my mum and my dad, but I'd much rather they come here. I don't want to be sitting in Evansville thinking about how I made a big mistake coming back because I feel sick, tired and depressed the whole time, if that makes sense. Nothing to do there! :(<br /><br />I have a feeling, though, some people will take this in the wrong context and think I'm being dramatic. It's slightly annoying. Like how someone had suggested before I came that I should start making friends with other military wives. I was never really bothered, (although I have made some great friends who are Military wives and expats) I wanted to make friends with KOREANS since I was in Korea. Or how people think I'm "too shy/quiet", when maybe I just don't have anything to say, because your conversation is fucking <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">boring</span>. Just being I don't socialize with your boring friends, doesn't mean I'm anti-social, I'm just particular about who I make friends with, you probably should be too, or you wouldn't have some shitty friends.<br /><br />I know I'm being totally bitchy here, but I'm just so sick of people judging my actions here, so why would I even want to go back to Evansville?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-84333198645961414022010-07-25T04:54:00.000-07:002010-07-25T05:00:19.053-07:00Latte Mocha Love.So Adam and I went to KAPS, and made an adoption. We ended up going to the cat area to look, and decided we had fallen in love with a cat there too much. We didn't even go to the dog area, we just adopted the cat. She's a doll. We're torn between the name Latte and Mocha, so I'm just calling her Latte Mocha, or Momo for short. :) She's under my bed, but if I crouch down she'll come over and purr and lick my hand. Adam and I discussed possibly adopting a dog when Dakota is finally<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiraZxFv4KWKwsjYsNAbkOaUmMc-4PCavlxuiqHW_My_5O1Cuy-_QXtz7ZVEV82D1vv-lAcLiPso0VA21k6hdmVwi7GjG_wG8m5S3UviW8SMfewS88XKqJn2LeiK-UjmPypATwg0EGy99L/s1600/IMG_1608.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiraZxFv4KWKwsjYsNAbkOaUmMc-4PCavlxuiqHW_My_5O1Cuy-_QXtz7ZVEV82D1vv-lAcLiPso0VA21k6hdmVwi7GjG_wG8m5S3UviW8SMfewS88XKqJn2LeiK-UjmPypATwg0EGy99L/s200/IMG_1608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497812075455856194" border="0" /></a> adopt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-E6mS9oJh8ZK05OsJm-cHHHQ9Z27OMiXkpwGuASGnKXpj5MBYXqurGpny0APbnpSnScmwyo3NN4lziIWeWX9P6B1Z4CBDrklsHTJYhyX8DPyi2L5tTvPg_mp-IAdv-jp8Bns8cW9blvWb/s1600/IMG_1546.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-E6mS9oJh8ZK05OsJm-cHHHQ9Z27OMiXkpwGuASGnKXpj5MBYXqurGpny0APbnpSnScmwyo3NN4lziIWeWX9P6B1Z4CBDrklsHTJYhyX8DPyi2L5tTvPg_mp-IAdv-jp8Bns8cW9blvWb/s200/IMG_1546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497812102858086674" border="0" /></a>ed. We just couldn't let this little doll go. She's so sweet. Anyw<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKGRWRrFpD0rKo_tayfftGimaM8ccyUU4vMBPtlfnRJK0xDbFY-9uYO8LkUyIr6yAJPXB1N2frzecMMDOuh6DI5AjdBVw-vgod_Cm11tBK11VOFcqfEUdjIYNRbc9Wnc6mW-YBl8g2Fqg/s1600/IMG_1521.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKGRWRrFpD0rKo_tayfftGimaM8ccyUU4vMBPtlfnRJK0xDbFY-9uYO8LkUyIr6yAJPXB1N2frzecMMDOuh6DI5AjdBVw-vgod_Cm11tBK11VOFcqfEUdjIYNRbc9Wnc6mW-YBl8g2Fqg/s200/IMG_1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497812092597939202" border="0" /></a>ay, here are some not-so-fabulous pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNnBqOHAWNwA0vR5isx7b-BkgJ4B_-4-lLXfzjiKkg4P-7zCFo_-fdOc9NifXxAZOMpiwFS1jwZDuq7msLmJv-u0t07we1mCdukEZxXnL9HiIjgQG-UmuzJQKEKSc95o6GPxXYCITNQrMr/s1600/IMG_1603.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNnBqOHAWNwA0vR5isx7b-BkgJ4B_-4-lLXfzjiKkg4P-7zCFo_-fdOc9NifXxAZOMpiwFS1jwZDuq7msLmJv-u0t07we1mCdukEZxXnL9HiIjgQG-UmuzJQKEKSc95o6GPxXYCITNQrMr/s200/IMG_1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497812084079163362" border="0" /></a>, because she moves a lot. :P But pictures, none the less.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstbh7WDlcmlACIgrLj3FCcMRW0VwtfmxNv5SkOkDcF4NMjZ5u6giXrJzu8aCl7FJUkX-mGaqUZ46n_diUdupGZPMHY9CadW_LjMZIu8606CMuQDBjS6I8N3uROYnSITBAsf7tZKAYQ-rs/s1600/IMG_1594.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstbh7WDlcmlACIgrLj3FCcMRW0VwtfmxNv5SkOkDcF4NMjZ5u6giXrJzu8aCl7FJUkX-mGaqUZ46n_diUdupGZPMHY9CadW_LjMZIu8606CMuQDBjS6I8N3uROYnSITBAsf7tZKAYQ-rs/s200/IMG_1594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497812067535059538" border="0" /></a>Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-6987589275841836922010-07-24T08:23:00.000-07:002010-07-24T08:39:26.918-07:00Making Friends Through Animals.At KAPS, I was recently appointed as someone to help out spread the word about KAPS and hopefully get people rounded together to walk the dogs. Another girl was also assigned this task. We'll name her Artsy and her husband Jamie for the sake of privacy.<br /><br />Anyway, Artsy and I had recently planned to meet up at KAPS to help out with things. I showed her and Jamie around the cat area, and then we went to the dog shelter to walk some dogs. Adam took 2, a Boston and Shih tzu, Jamie took a Shih tzu, and so did Artsy. I took a Jindo puppy, because he's so mellow and sweet. Anyway, we took them for a walk around the park that I finally know my way to. It's actually really nice, minus the heat and all the people there. I suppose there was some kind of event going on, because there were a lot of older ladies and gentlemen hanging out. Some guy tried to hit my dog, while others tried to pet him. Poor guy looked like he was about to shit himself sometimes. Jamie's dog wanted to "mark his territory" EVERYWHERE, and Adams dog kept breaking loose from it's collar. Needless to say, eventful walk.<br /><br />After the walk, we wanted to groom a dog since neither of us had ever really done that. There was a little girl there with MATTED fur. I'm talking REALLY matted. We're <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://resources1.news.com.au/images/2008/06/17/va1237314243862/poodle-6097324.gif"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 240px;" src="http://resources1.news.com.au/images/2008/06/17/va1237314243862/poodle-6097324.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>talking the kind of matted shown in the picture. (Although it's not the dog we were grooming.) Under the poor Maltese's yellow fur, was a beautiful white coat. We spent awhile just trying to cut all the fur off, and it was really sad. It was on its legs, belly, ears, back, neck. We're still planning on coming back and making a project out of sorting her out. <br /><br />After taking care of that poor doll, we went back to Adam and I's apartment, cleaned up, and went down to Italy&Italy, my favorite restaurant ever. Artsy, obviously, is involved a lot in art, which sounds amazing. I like to draw (when I'm in the mood) and it reminded me of C. Love and how she draws a lot. I was nice that Adam had someone he could "relate" to, with Jamie, and that Artsy and I held a common ground as well. :)<br /><br />We may adopt an animal soon. Very soon. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. God I love animals and new friends. ^^.Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-89506886111089377132010-07-22T08:21:00.001-07:002010-07-22T08:56:16.933-07:00Cats ONLY Zone.Oh Dilemmas! Cats V. Dogs!<br /><br />I'm a cat person. I love cats, I love kittens, I love meows and purring and cute little eats. I love picking kitties up and stroking them while they lie there. I love their cute little paws, and how they jump up on everything and /big breath/ I just love cats.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs165.snc4/37597_473799210557_788610557_6532122_3916684_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 374px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs165.snc4/37597_473799210557_788610557_6532122_3916684_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />In fact, I love just about every animal. But Cats win my vote. I like dogs, too, but they're just <span style="font-style: italic;">so </span>dependent, and that's really my only concern. Going somewhere for the weekend? No problem with a kitty! Big problem with a dog. Kitty needs to potty? Hey! That's what the litter box is for! Have a dog? Different story. Dogs jump up, lick, and bark, and with cats it's a different story. I don't have to worry about a cat running up and licking my hand after it's licked its bits and pieces or worry about taking a kitty out to potty.<br /><br />Adam, however, loves dogs. He's much more of a dog person than a cat person. I don't think he really understands just how amazing cats <span style="font-style: italic;">are. </span>How amazing their meowing and cuddles can be! Nope, he likes to throw a ball and have a dog bring it back to him so he can throw it... again. He likes to play tug of war with a dog, or take it for a run, or you know... Do what dog lovers do.<br /><br />The thing, however, is that I already have two beautiful cats. I'm sure they wouldn't care about a new addition, but still! And, Adam and I have wanted a dog for awhile. (We're aiming towards a smaller breed, however.) We considered adopting a dog AND cat, but I doubt that will be happening, and Adam and I plan t<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBu__FP0exOnC52B56DJiWQuMoY1tVms4U7y78biCca2VPT6diqprsIRWdBJy4irVw7h4m6onll1uxEeBwYir821lE3M6RgandAnJMw4SjQ_JfuiEeib8MN8RTplFRzRfzHMT_tqGs7xkm/s1600/IMG_1412.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBu__FP0exOnC52B56DJiWQuMoY1tVms4U7y78biCca2VPT6diqprsIRWdBJy4irVw7h4m6onll1uxEeBwYir821lE3M6RgandAnJMw4SjQ_JfuiEeib8MN8RTplFRzRfzHMT_tqGs7xkm/s200/IMG_1412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496758371565783666" border="0" /></a>o continue fostering. I want a dog, I do, but there are quite a few things to consider. We're younger, we live to travel, (if we get a smaller breed we could just put it in a dog carrier and bring it with us, but with a cat, we could just leave it at home for awhile). There are quite a few pros and cons to this. So I created a poll in hopes that someone could try and help us with our decision! Dog, or cat? If you know us, try and base this on our lifestyle. If not, choose your favorite!<br /><br />Now, please don't get me wrong. I love dogs. I love our foster. And I loved another dog that I nearly adopted, but thought she'd be better off with another family who wanted her, (and I was very right, and she's VERY happy and her new family ADORES her!) I would have loved that dog, and I love Dakota (even though he's not our adopted dog!) Just some things to consider, is all. :)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Picture shown is a particular cat I <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ADORE </span>at the animal shelter in Daegu. :) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Also, my apologizes for the layout changes on the blog. I'm trying to find the perfect template tonight! :) </span><br /><script language="”javascript”" src="%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.websitegoodies.com/poll.php?id=" width="200&bordercolor=" questionbg="eeeeee&mainbg=" questioncolor="000000&textcolor="></script></div>Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-7052029667988747322010-07-21T22:29:00.000-07:002010-07-21T22:36:55.759-07:00No, Really, I Feel Sorry For Him!This is going to sound like a complete bitchpost to some, and to other, they'll be able to understand and possibly relate. <br /><br />I feel sorry for homeless people, because contrary to popular belief, their situation wasn't always their fault. I want to help, feed them, cloth them. I really <span style="font-style: italic;">do </span>care. I promise. I really <span style="font-style: italic;">do. </span>If there was a homeless shelter in Daegu, I'd totally volunteer there, but I'm not aware of any at the moment. So before you read on, please don't take me the wrong way when you read this. It's not intended to sound bitchy.<br /><br />In downtown Daegu, where all the bars are, there is a specific man with long black hair, and raggy clothes. He is obviously a homeless man, or a begger. This specific man must be making a lot of money, however. Each time I've seen him, he has money. I've seen foreigners give him 30,000 won, and him just shove it in his pocket and continue begging. Not to say I don't appreciate homeless people, I just don't appreciate homeless people who <span style="font-style: italic;">beg. </span>Find a job, dude! Just look! Try and make your life better. Anyway, it's not even so much that this specific homeless man <span style="font-style: italic;">begs, </span>it's the fact he stalks, as well. Adam and I happened to pass him last night as we were crossing the road, and he held up his hand. As we continued walking, he starting following us. I mean, really? Thankfully, we dove into another building and he didn't follow us, but I thought it quite rude. He never begs to Koreans, only foreigners, (or so I have seen, at least) but he's always there, every time we go down that side of town. I feel really bad for the guy, but, please little dude, don't follow me.Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-1829616206757513682010-07-21T08:39:00.000-07:002010-07-21T09:05:21.972-07:00Bruschetta and Pickles.I don't have many sentimental objects. I have a bracelet my Chinese friend Blanca (check out her blog <a href="http://leeailiann.blogspot.com/">here</a>) gave me, a bracelet my Nana gave me, a stuffed animal from my dad I've had since I was a baby, a couple of things my mum gave me, and a ring that was my great grandmas. If I was to lose these, I'd feel heartbroken. A story of my life is in each of those objects. The bracelet Blanca gave me was special to me because she became one of my closest friends very fast, I feel like I gained so much cultural understanding from her. The bracelet from my Nana meant so much because it was given to me just before my wedding, and each little charm has a verse on it. The stuffed animal from my dad I've had since I was a baby was one of my favorites and always will be, and reminds me that although my dad didn't live with me growing up, and at times, we didn't have the best relationship, he's always loved me so much. The ring reminds me of where I came from, my roots, my heritage. It's heartbreaking to consider all of these items could be gone from me in a matter of seconds. So I think I'm buying a safe to make sure these items never leave me until I die.<br /><br />Onto something Korean.... Pickles.<br /><br />Okay, Okay... Pickles aren't Korean, they originated somewhere in Europe (according to Wikianswers.) Anyway, Koreans seem to love Pickles. Adam and I celebrated some money we had run into tonight by going to ItalyItaly. (a nice Italian restaurant) Before we were brought our main course we were given a salad, with some Bruschetta and <span style="font-style: italic;">pickles. </span>Yes, Pickles. Who eats pickles with their Italian food? T_T. I don't like Korean pickles, I find them to be extra sour. But seriously, I think Koreans eat pickles with everything. Every time we go out to eat, we're given a side of pickles. I don't know why, but I guess it's the Korean thing to do. I didn't think anything of it at first, but after being to yet another restaurant where they serve pickles, I'm starting to get a tad confused. Could anyone shine some light on why these Korean restaurants insist on giving you pickle side dishes? <br /><br />Not like it's that big of a deal, though, Adam seems to love them.Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-10003617969500503792010-07-19T17:35:00.000-07:002010-07-19T17:42:36.397-07:00Oh No You Didn't.This isn't worth ranting about, but I'm going to anyway, because I can. Yesterday, Adam and I went to the furniture store to find it was closed. No big deal, right? We turned around and went back to the base. When we pulled up to our parking spot. OURS. It has OUR apartment number on it in BIG white lettering, to find someone had parked there. How rude. Our parking spot is RIGHT NEXT to a vacant one, and then there are some visitor parking spots a few feet away. Is it THAT hard to just get one of those? I wasn't happy. I don't care if your the Chaplains friend, I don't care if you're the fucking Prime Minister of South Africa, go park your ass in the visitor spots.<br /><br />Urg.<br /><br />Anyway, Adam saw a dead woman on the road yesterday just after she'd been hit by a car. It seems like death is following us. On Saturday, I stroked a kitty as it slowly died. Depressing shit.Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957240387776246067.post-32386085385465529092010-07-19T04:34:00.000-07:002010-07-19T04:35:07.528-07:00Drinking.Oh Korea. I really love your alcohol.Laura.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685462765323441690noreply@blogger.com1