Monday, April 26, 2010

Wulala


Will be so busy this week that I wont have time to look at any Spring cherry blossoms anymore >_<
Nor the North Korean Freedom Week events, orz
Chasing Friday deadline, fighting!!!!


NKFW is an event that has been held annually in Washington, D.C., for the specific purpose of promoting the freedom, human rights, and dignity of the North Korean people. 
In fact, many of the North Korean defectors who have participated in NKFW in Washington, D.C. in the past, will be hosting events in Korea this year. 
This is the first time NKFW held in Seoul, Republic of Korea.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Overseen in Seoul 2

An advertisement on the bus

I have no idea what it is about so I posted it on Twitter tagging James Turnbull, ask him what it is about because I remember seeing the picture of the woman appeared in his blog. James replied me and apparently it is an anti-narcotic campaign. From what has James conveyed in his blog post, I guess the words in red on the ad means something like "Quit Smoking". What makes this ad interesting is the pink patches on each model's arm; the female model's message is “Now I’m getting married, so it’s time to quit.” (copy from James Turnbull). So I guess the one who's the boxing-glove carries message like "Be healthy, quit smoking" or something like that^^ (And I highly doubt about his triangle-shaped body, his waist is only slightly wider than the width of his face T_T Photoshopped???)

Anyway, I kinda like this advert as it is not using some plastic female model with false lashes and heavy make up with childish colorful display of fashion like most other ads do. Although I'm quite upset that some people regard the female model's face as masculine (and therefore not pretty???), but I'd say she is a nature-looking beautiful lady with no need for double eye-lid surgery. I feel comfortable looking at her, hopefully she'll appear in more ads in the future. Stay true to how majority of Northeast Asians look like, people.

Please do check out James Turnbull's The Grand Narrative, a very informative blog on Korean sociology, media studies and gender studies. He is prompt to reply as well and I thank him for clarifying my past questions :)

p/s: I highly recommend his post on Sex as Power in the South Korean Military. Follow his blog and you will get to read many great posts and writings (academic research) from him.

R.I.P Cheonan Warship victims

Yesterday's news:

South Korean President Lee Myung-bak wipes away his tears during his speech to the nation at the presidential Blue House in Seoul, South Korea, Monday, April 19, 2010. Lee pledged Monday to take strong action against whoever was responsible for a mysterious explosion that sank a South Korean warship last month, amid growing speculation that North Korea may be behind the blast. (AP Photo/Yonhap, Jo Bo-hee) (Jo Bo-hee - AP)

Today I went to National Assembly Library as usual. What is unusual about the very misty morning is the mourning messages around the National Assembly areas.

The mourning message hung on the building of National Assembly. I don't know what exactly is the message but I can read 천안 which pronounces "Cheonan".

The R.I.P. message to Cheonan victims across the road 

Today all Korean newspaper contain titles more or less like this: 침몰 천안함 함미 절단면 정밀조사 착수…남은 절차는 which roughly means "Cheonan sank and the whole country is...."

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Daiso


I believe everyone would appreciate a 2-dollar shop while living in big cities with high living cost. This is Daiso (the big red hangeul displayed on top of the entrance), it is located inside of Subway Line 9 Station, National Assembly stop. You'll see it between the corridor of National Assembly exit 1 and the subway track. Each item sold in this store are between 1000~3000 won (equivalent to AUD1~AUD3), definitely a god-send^^ They sell everything from kitchen appliances, cosmetic items, stationaries, to various kinds of equipments and some cute Korean stuffs.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Overseen in Seoul


A protest held in front of Sejong Arts Center, which is next to Central Government Complex, and opposite of some ministerial buildings across the Sejongno Road.

This is the time when I wish I know more about Korean language, because I don't know what are they protesting about T_T

Police on-the-look.

I'd say police in Seoul are very efficient. They are almost everywhere and patrol every corner of the street. You will see policemen on duty every 50-100 meter, no matter which street or road you're on in Seoul City. Perhaps this gives the metropolitan citizens a sense of security (am not sure what Seoul citizens feel about this as I have not came across with any social sciences-related research or reports about this matter).
Reminds me of the time when I worked for social sciences research company and conducting interviews asking people how they perceive about the society, economy, politics, and whatnot :)

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Finally, it's Spring in Seoul, 2010

The yellow one is Forsythia, at the National Assembly, Seoul.
Forsythia is the only flower in full bloom so far...and also magnolia.

Cherry trees are not fully blooming...
Better photos in full bloom next week.

Also, check out my other photos on Flickr :)

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

New Feelings towards Weather

I have different attitude towards different weather conditions after living in Seoul.

Malaysia used to be Okay Hot.
Australia (Melbourne) used to be Damn cruel hot in Summer and Damn Cold in Winter (not on a mountain yet).

Here is the current temperatures (2010-04-14, Wed, 6pm) for cities I've lived in on my iGoogle:
My new feeling towards my beloved homeland: Really hot.
My new feeling towards Melbourne's 15 degrees Celsius: Not so cold, actually it's quite warm.
My feeling towards Seoul (3 degree to 7 degrees Celsius during day time in early Spring): So cold it hurts my nose a lot. I actually sweat when it's 15 degrees Celsius in Seoul.

Monday, April 5, 2010

I should have brought camera out today and QingMing

Today is Abor Day in Korea. In Jongno-gu, there is a protest going on. When I was walking towards the Gwanghuamun Post Office, a group of policemen "jogged" towards my direction. When I was out of post office, they have arrested some protesters who wore yellow vest with words on it which I can't see clearly because they were surrounded by the police. And there is a guy using his handphone to record the whole thing, including when the held-protester arguing with the police.

Along the way, there were people raising fund for aged people in Korea, for UNICEF, for refugees (I think, because I am not very sure of what I've read on their banner)... and the place near the funny blue and red spiral-looking seashell-like thingy near one of the Gwanghuamun exits (see photo below, taken by hubby last month), there are "bouquets" of tree branches... which when I had a closer look at I assumed were cherry tree branches. They were wrapped in yellow plastic papers and lots of people picking them up.

On the way back to the officetel, there was a truck stopped by the roadside and making some announcements through the speakers which I don't understand. As I am typing now, I can still hear som (possibly) police car siren passed by.

What a day.

Today is also Tomb Sweeping Day (清明节 QingMing Jie) for Chinese and Vietnamese (Tết Thanh Minh). While this is a public holiday in Taiwan, Hong Kong and Macau (Wiki: Mainland China only followed suit in 2008, WOW), Chinese elsewhere where it is not a public holiday should have done their tomb sweeping yesterday and today would be a memorial day for all chinese to remember our past ancestors. I only followed my parents to tomb-sweeping once, many years after my grandfather passed away in 1995, I think it's in 2001 or 2002. I am not a religious person nor a Chinese who is upholding traditional values. You can say I am branded as a "bad ass" or a bastard Chinese who does not put filial as the main value in my living philosophy which has been emphasized by Confucius since thousands of years ago...


The traditional practices and activities will die with me (and my hubby, LOL) as I won't pass it down to my kid(s), if I'm going to have any.


Peace.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Where Anglo slang terms come from

Read more to know where does bride-carrying-a-bouquet tradition come from.

Interesting facts from open tread's comments in James Turnbull's The Grand Narrative. Though he is not sure how accurate they are, they are indeed very interesting nonetheless:


WHERE DID PISS POOR COME FROM?
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee
in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery…….if
you had to do this to survive you were “Piss Poor”
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even
afford to buy a pot……they “didn’t have a pot to piss in” & were the
lowest of the low….
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water
temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to
be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in
May, and they still smelled pretty good by June.. However, since they
were starting to smell .. .. . brides carried a bouquet of flowers to
hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when
getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the
house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons
and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the
babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone
in it. Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood
underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the
cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it
rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall
off the roof.. Hence the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs.”
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.
This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings
could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet
hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt.
Hence the saying, “Dirt poor.” The wealthy had slate floors that would
get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on
floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more
thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping
outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh

hold. (Getting quite an education, aren’t you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that
always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things
to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They
would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold
overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in
it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge

hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special.
When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It
was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.” They
would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and
chew the fat.
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content
caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning
death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of
the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the
upper crust. Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The
combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of
days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them
for burial.They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the
family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they
would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of
places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the
bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these
coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on
the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they
would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the
coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone
would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to
listen for the bell; thus,someone could be, saved by the bell or was
considered a dead ringer.
And that’s the truth…..Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !
I will look at the bouquets in the brides' hands and wonder about the bath they've taken: flower bath, aroma therapy bath, you name it. LOL^^