Saturday, August 27, 2005

Korean American in Korea

Note: my very first blog entry.

Living in Korea is a curiously excruciating experience for a person who has the appearance of a Korean, but a mind of an American.

I look like everyone else.

I speak the language - well, at least I don't have any distinguishable accents that may attract attention.

The problem is, I lack the knowledge of some of the every day terms they throw out so casually; when I look puzzled, they look puzzled that I'm puzzled. Now, if a non-Asian displayed the same puzzled expression, the Koreans would immediately assume that the foreigner didn't understand the words just spoken, but when a guy who looks like Korean and sounds like a Korean shows the same expression... it's just weired. They're thrown off and don't know what to do. It's really stressful -- the uncomfortable several seconds of silence -- and I can just imagine some of the thoughts zapping in their head; moron? spy?

I've never felt so out of place since when I first moved to the U.S. I think it would be much easier for me to move some European country than to live here... where I was born and raised until I was 11. Odd...

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Reminders...

Once you have loved and lost... little things/events seem to rekindle the longing you thought you had under control...

Well... at least, it certainly is true in my case. Unable to think, my work screeched to a dead stop several days ago... These things tend to happen once in a while, but, usually, all it took was a couple of movies or a full day of sleep. This time it was different; my usual remedy did not work... but that's another story.

I was watching "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" and it felt as I was watching my own life... The emotions... the longing... The memories I hold dearly are the very ones I wish I could erase from my mind... Had I been given the choice to do just that, I know I would choose to keep them...

Monday, August 15, 2005

Being melodramatic... again.

I am being melodramatic once again...

I feel as if I am crawling out of my skin...
I feel a thirst... a yearning that cannot be quenched...
all I want to do is to be back in a tiny condo in Back Bay...

Today is the 60th celebration of Liberation Day in Korea...
A day when everyone hangs a Korean flag outside one's residence...
and yet, though I was born a Korean, it felt awkward to be hanging a Korean flag...

as I was riding the subway to MyungDong, that awkwardness remained...
all I could feel was that I didn't belong here...
I should be back in Boston...
riding the Metro...

I didn't feel like eating...
Chocolate mousse cake and coffee Frappacino Light, would be it for now...
Starbucks was giving away a notepad made entirely of domestically recycled material...
and the first thing that popped into my mind was...
I wanted to send it back to Boston...
Knowing well... that it would all be in vein...
It's over, damn it!
It wasn't meant to be...
It will never be...
Let it go!
Let it go!
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.
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No matter how many purging of thoughts I go though,
it feels like drinking salt water to quench my thirst...
like taking a shower in salty water...
The yearning, never quite satisfied...
I lack the motivation to strive forward...
my work is at a stand still...
...
I miss the friends I have left...
The wonderful people I got to know...
Now I must forget them...
I want to adjust to this life...
be content wherever I am...
and yet... everything is so foreign...