OMG With The Walking and Other Random Shizz

It's no wonder obese people are a rarity here. It's difficult to get fat when you walk miles and miles a day just going to and from work. Not to mention a never-ending number of stairs you have to climb to get in and out of the subway stations. And then what do people do on the weekends? They go to the mountains to hike. A bit redundant, if you ask me.

Furthermore, you sweat your weight in water from the humidity (you sweat just from standing so...) + a relatively healthy diet of typical Korean fare = natural weight control. I haven't had soda or any sort of food resembling a burger, burrito, or anything fried since I've been here and, aside from Tony and Lisa mentioning their Taco Bell date night, I haven't really felt I was missing anything...yet. I'll tell you, though, the siren call of the meximelt was almost dizzying for a few moments. I would have inhaled that puppy if it was right in front of me.

Crap. Now I want one.

 Must. Distract. Myself.....

(Vader)Noooooooooooooooooooo.....

That thing is the size of my arm by the way. It's about $4.00.

How about this...

Those delectable, chocolatey, sugar-powdered thingies are huge chunks of chocolate bread. Each piece is about the size of 3 fists (why I'm using archaic measuring scales is beyond me). About a buck and some change for one of these and breakfast becomes the best thing ever. Wait, I take that back. Add THIS ---

Korean milk. I grew up drinking vats of this stuff before I came to America at age 4. It's why I'm not 4'11" like my mom. Korean milk tastes totally different than American milk. No, it doesn't taste more chinky! I don't even know what that means. Anyway, it's just more sweet and rich (even compared to full-blown full fat milk at home). I heart it so much. So this + the chocolate bread above was enough to set my phasers to awesome.

This one's for Lisa. CAAAAAAAAAKE....

Okay, moving on.

Here's what I had for lunch yesterday: Assorted mixed veggies and rice in hot bowl (dol-sote-bi-bim-bahp) and spicy-ass rice cake and ramen (la-boke-ggi). no, the menu did not say "spicy-ass." Total cost, $7. I'm getting better at taking a picture before the food is already in my gullet.

For lunch today, my cousin and I went to eat Donburi, which is a Japanese style rice bowl. I guess I spoke too soon about the picture-taking thing because I scarfed my pork cutlet and egg bowl down before I realized I didn't take a shot of it. /Fail. Here's the front of the restaurant to make up for it.

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Cute, huh? It's even cuter when the Korean staff speak Japanese to try and make it an "authentic" experience. It would be more authentic if they talked sh*t about Japanese people and how much they hate them for all the raping and pillaging they did to the country. I guess it's not the most appetite-inducing convo, though.

I've been in Korea for a full week now and I hadn't stepped one foot inside a karaoke room (noreh-bang). For shame. So my cousin decided to oblige me and took to me one in Apgujeong that was decorated quite...um...

 

Wtf with the pillows and mirror? The rooms were all decorated like this; all frilly and lacy and pink...y. That's my cute cousin, btw, Josh Dupuis. Come and get her :-)

They had quite a large selection of English songs so I did my usual line up plus a couple of Korean songs that I tried hard to learn before coming here. We were only there for an hour but, between the two of us, we cranked out at least 20 songs.

On the way back home on the bus, I passed this store:

It's a cell phone store and the sign actually says "Pone Mah Tuh" (Phone Mart) cuz,  you know, Koreans have no access to the "F" or "Ph" sound. But, the way it's written, it could also be read as "Porn Mart." I personally choose to read it as "Pwn Mart." Big ups to my gamers in da house.

I went to meet with my recruiter tonight in another part of town. As I was waiting for him to get me outside the subway exit, I saw the prototypical Korean chick standing about. Just so you know, in Korea, as long as you show no cleavage at all, you can wear a skirt so short that it barely covers your undercarriage and other bits. However, I took this picture to reference my previous blog post about skinny bitches. I painted in a stick as a comparison point for the size of her legs.  Yeah, it's yellow on purpose. Anyway, she's the norm.

Tomorrow, my cousin on my mom's side is picking me up in a cop car! It helps that he's a cop. He's driving me down to meet up with another cousin of ours from my mom's side of the family so we can all have lunch. I haven't seen my cousin Chang Gyoon (the cop) since I was 4 so that will be a hoot. He used to play with me when I was little since he's only a couple of years older than I am. I remember he used to take my toys and tease me. He'll get his tomorrow. 

Next time: Nine-Year-Olds and Their Stupid Questions