BKLOG

Today I spent a good two minutes staring off into space and daydreaming about an entire day when I won’t use chopsticks.

Octopus is an unnerving leftover meal.  After being refrigerated for a few days, it turns black and seems to be less chewy.

Nobody uses chap-stick here… Combine that with the national obsession to be pale and skinny and sometimes I feel like I’m in a zombie movie.  I’ve been on a bus full of people with scabbed lips, sunken eyes, and translucent skin.

I’ve developed an unhealthy obsession with everything American.  I feel like Japan.  If only I could get that damn eyelid surgery while I was here…

My charades skills are improving everyday.  I swear, when I get home, I’ll be at the top of my game.  If you see me at an 80’s themed party… watch out!

In Korea, they don’t nod or shake their head to communicate yes or no.  Instead, they cross their forearms in a large X for no and make a circle with their fingers and thumbs for yes.  God help me if I can’t shake this habit.

I have a Korean name finally: 자이안트.  It means Giant.