This year it’s on a Friday. I’m making the mash potatoes because I think I can actually make them. I almost have all the necessary items to do it too. I’m lakcing a huge freaken container to cook in but i have the ingredients. Photo(s) to follow.

What Thanksgiving wouldn’t be complete without some noraebang (Korean Karaoke) after the meal? That’s right, it wouldn’t be complete. Here we are, the English Teachers, on our way.

What it is behind the comments of the people who say only a few words to me and have it be about my appearance? A nice teacher at one of my schools said good morning to me then told me that yesterday i had a red cheeks at the dinner. That was it. (Its could of been the boiling pot of seafood three inches from my face or the one shot of home brew.) Another teacher said hi, then asked me if i had a common cold. Actually, thats exactly was he asked. “You have common cold?” I said yes because i really do. But that’s just what it is, a common cold. Then he said your face, “not good”, and made a sick looking face.  I joked with him and said thanks i feel ok, just a little tired. Another teacher said, “hi, nice shirt.” Is it an extraordinary keen sense of appearance? Lack of vocabulary to comment on something else? I just try to understand.

It’s often like this. There are only 5 native English peeps (excluding the many  Filipino wives) in the town of Buan and we stand out. I say “hi” or “hello” about a thousand times a day, of which half to people I’ve never met. It is cute. I think sometimes i’m going to get tired of it, but it hasn’t annoyed me yet. Well, except perhaps on bad days. But on those days any cheerful talk is annoying.