Miss, Adventure

Another stroll down another strange street in another strange city where I don’t speak the language and my body doesn’t like the weather. This time, though, people are talking to me. “Taxi, miss?” “Miss, massage?” “Sarong, madam?” “Hey, girl, you need taxi?” Apparently, my impression of “girl who doesn’t need a taxi” needs some work. … Continue reading

The More Things Stay The Same…

“Okay, those stares, I noticed.” I mentioned to my friend as we walked past a handful of gawking teenaged boys. I’ve been in Malaysia for a few days now, and I’ve gotten stared at a lot. Like many assumed inconveniences, this bothers the friend I’m staying with far more than it bothers me. Dude, I … Continue reading

It May Not Have the Fat Content of Ben and Jerry’s…

But I’m basically doing the blog equivalent of sitting in my jammies eating a pint of ice cream in front of a never-ending marathon of chick flicks. Yep, I’m wallowing. The world around me is collapsing into a hurricane of uncertainty and unwashed dishes, so while I studiously ignore the piles of laundry that are … Continue reading

Baptism By Hot Water: Another Failed Conversion

  There are a lot of places where I don’t want to undergo a religious conversion. Actually, scratch that, I can’t think of a place where I’d want to undergo a religious conversion. Even if I could, I’m pretty sure a public bathhouse would be a long way off that list. And yet there seems … Continue reading

Twelve Friendly Ajummas: How One of the Most Awkward Moments I’ve Ever Had Turned Into One of the Nicest Things That’s Ever Happened To Me

Okay, I’ll be honest, I didn’t count them. There were a bunch. A flock. A gaggle perhaps. Herd conjures some not exactly flattering bovine images, which I’d rather not include. So we’ll just say twelve for now. A few weeks ago now (back before the weather took a turn towards blistering heat and sweltering humidity) … Continue reading

Kicking Murphy Out Of My Brain

What’s the worst that could happen? Well, I’m sitting here at the mercy of someone brandishing an assortment of chemicals and sharp implements, and with whom I don’t share a language. So it could get pretty ugly. However, I’m getting my hair cut and dyed. By a professional, in a hair salon. So, like many … Continue reading

Two Types

There are two types of people doing the kind job I have right now, well, at least two. The two that are most prevalent here are: The people who want to be teachers and leaving home is the means to that end. The people who want to travel, and teaching English is a means to … Continue reading

Ppuri Park: Making an Adventure

Sunday morning, in spite of having stayed up too late talking to people from back home on the internet the night before, I dragged my tucchus out of bed at the slightly ridiculous hour of 9:30 and went on an adventure Four buses, one kimbap restaurant, a couple of convenience stores and a fair amount … Continue reading

What Does That Sweaty Lady Think She’s Doing?

If you know me in real life, in person, I should warn you that this post may horrify, stupefy, or terrify you. As such, I demand that you agree to wait until the very, very end of this post to stop the presses, hold the phones, alert the media, or call in whatever form of … Continue reading

Getting Wotsited (Part One)

It started out innocently enough. My colleague mentioned that I’d been having a rough day (or week, or month, or quarter, depending on the specific thing that was bothering me) to her new love interest, whom I’ve taken to calling Mr. Cling due to the (to my mind) excessive number of calls and text messages … Continue reading