I’m so thankful for my roommate. She’s so nice and I really thank Papa for her. The first two weeks I was here, she pretty much did all the cleaning and didn’t even complain. Then we figured out a cleaning routine so now we clean together.. she’s taught me a lot about being in this country, and her presence means a lot. I’ve heard stories about roommates that are on levels, and I’m glad mine isn’t one of them.
Thanks for a good roommate Jesus.
I’d like three McDonald’s cheeseburgers and a cappuccino.
Instead I’m going to eat in the cafeteria because McDonald’s is kinda far away and requires different attire.
This is general advice, sometimes it doesn’t work, but for the most part I think it’s a good idea.
I’ve heard it said on the tumblr sphere that foreigners don’t always greet/smile/acknowledge each other, even though we’re both in the same boat and I told my roommate this. She was like true, especially if they’re not Africans. Africans generally have a sense of ubuntu I think, and we may not be friends but if we make eye contact, there will be some kind of acknowledgement in there somewhere.
Also I think it’s super awkward when you meet someone’s eyes and they just pull a johnny walker and keep walking.
Not about that life.
암튼, be friendly. Be a friend. If you need love, take the time to be love.
I may have spent five hours of my Friday night watching America’s next top Model cycle 21 and Survivor San Juan del Sur.
I have no regrets.
In other news, I’m putting on weight. Which is weird. I can stand to gain a few kilograms, but I think I’m gonna need to start exercising.
Being in Korea, and being a (black) foreigner makes me realise that being acknowledged is something that I take for granted.
Back home, it doesn’t matter who you are, or where you’re from, people generally see you. Greet you, smile, something. If I’m handing out flyers, I’ll give you one as long as you’re a person. I may not know if you can read or anything, but I’m handing out flyers so whatever. (As far as I’ve seen) here, you are mostly overlooked. People don’t really greet unless they know each other. You even stop expecting. Koreans are generally friends with each other, which I totally get, but it also makes it more difficult to make friends. I guess the culture is that different. The ‘ubuntu’ from back home is different here.
So, this week, we had our festival at Hanyang and it was fun. I went to one of these stalls and I was like trying to speak Korean to the dude, and for some reason my mind was beside itself.. so I didn’t realise he was speaking to me IN ENGLISH. I realised finally -_- and we had this five minute conversation and afterwards, I had the strangest feeling. Like what is life at this point. And I realised, it was, being acknowledged. Like, in those five minutes, in him asking me where i was from, and making jokes etc, i felt seen. He wasn’t looking past me, or through me, he was actually talking. To. Me. This dude may never know, but those few minutes made me feel like a person. Instead of some foreign being.
And I think it’s all I’ve wanted.
I think my business administration professor is the only professor who continues to teach even when the construction workers outside drown out his voice.
I need a notebook for learning Korean. And one for writing. I miss writing.
I feel like I don’t even have time. And yet, if I manage my time properly, I would.
I need to focus.