Korea Begins: The Second Week

So. now I've been here for two weeks and things still haven't really settled down for me yet. I still don't have a phone or internet at home and now my trusty steed, my three week old laptop, has already died, leaving me completely disconnected. If I didn't have my iPod at home, I don't know what I would do with myself.

And speaking of home… here's the view of the school from my apartment. If you look close enough, you can see a student leaning out her window talking on her cell phone in the second row, third block from the left in the left side window grid.  

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These are the scads of students that walk by my window every morning to get to school. It's just a tad bit zombie-ish in more ways than one.

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When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth…

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Korea Begins: The First Week

Annyeonghaseyo! (Hello! politely)

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Uijeongbu at night – so beautiful and it was very serene at this moment, surprisingly.

So I’ve been here for a week now.

One week. I’ve been here for one week. Wow.

There’s so much to write and recall, I feel like I can barely get it down. I’ll inevitably be missing a bunch of memories, details and thoughts in this post, but I think I need to just post this before I put it off for good.

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On the way to Uijeongbu from Incheon Airport. You can see that it looks pretty dense but it’s actually not that packed. You can see the surrounding mountains too.


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Korea Begins: Leaving

I suppose the West Coast must be more enlightened than the East, since I’m using free wireless here at Vancouver International Airport whereas I had to use my computer internetless like a neolithic trogdolyte at Pearson.

Leaving home was really sad; much more than I had anticipated. I spent all of yesterday meeting up with people, visiting old places and eating Canadian food. It was so amazin to see AF, Mr. M, F, and AV, who packed me an amazing going away care package that will be sure to act as balm for a lonely soul (think peanut butter out of the jar) As I drove down Markham Main St. by myself for the last time, I suddenly got very sad and it hit me (for the first of many times to come) that I was going to be gone soon. The second time it hit me was as I was going to sleep last night and my room was packed up and kind of empty and I had almost all my important belongings in a suitcase and a backpack.
Strangely enough, things seemed less scary and more familiar when I got to the airport since I had tricked my mind into thinking that I was going on just another trip that would be over within weeks or a couple months. Still, I’m certain that seeing a mother’s tears is one of the most primally painful moments for a mammal to endure.
Here’s the post I typed up on the plane. It seemed natural that the post would be less narrative (here’s what I did in order of abc) and more just like spitting whatever gall or pain I have in me onto a white wall.

I’m
currently sitting on a plane, and the in-flight map tells me that we’re right
above Saskatoon right now but it still hasn’t quite hit me yet that I’m
actually heading to Korea. I guess because I’m still in Canada, only en route
to Vancouver.

I fell
asleep during takeoff as I do pretty much every time and when I woke up, I had
this overwhelming feeling that I was living in a dream. As in, is this really
happening to me? Did I really decide to live in a foreign country all by myself
without knowing the language or anything? Is this something that I really
should be doing? Can my homebody mentality, spoiled rotten by overprotective
parents, fragile and unwise from lack of experience really survive this
self-inflicted ordeal? I have to believe yes, if not just to keep from leaping
from this plane and running home. And as I’ve said to many people already, I
think this is a necessary step for me to grow and break the various social
roadblocks that I’ve constructed for myself (and had others construct for me)
and become a full person.

Between
the moments of terror, disbelief, loneliness and cowardice, there are also
genuine moments of excitement; perhaps a hope or belief that I can do well and
maybe I will have an amazing time; that I may really look back on this as the
most worthwhile experience of my life to this point. I don’t let the
daydreaming get too out of hand, though, because that would make all the
inevitable setbacks that much harder to swallow.

For now
I can only really hope for the best and try my best to always step out of my
comfort zone no matter how hard it may be because hiding in a shell just
doesn’t cut it anymore at 22.

Nuit Not-So-Bland

Oh, the utter tiresomeness of Nuit Blanche (or Ennui Bland, as A says) blogging. Is there even really a point anymore? What with all the biggest Toronto blogs covering it already and Flickr and Facebook accounts exploding with pictures of all the same exhibits, the tedium really feels overwhelming.
I'll try to keep it short, then, anyway. 

The Fearsome Foursome that we had last year was unable to reunite since one member was sick so I was only accompanied by S and A this time around. 

Overall consensus about this years festival, for us, was about a B+, which is surprising since most people have been panning it as almost worst than last year's. 

The key to our enjoyment seems to hinge upon going in with zero expectations in combination with very minimal planning and rejection of maps, which, apparently, were inaccurate anyhow.
Learning from last year, we stuck exclusively to Zone C (West Queen West and the surrounding area) and didn't even bother with Zone A or B, both of which were unbearably crowded last year and for no good reason either. As a result, we were very pleasantly rewarded with surprises around each corner and no waiting or schedules to race to fulfill. 

Here's a quick smattering of photos that I took. I think I'll make another quick post when I'm able to wrangle pictures from A, who took both more and better pictures than me.

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The Smashing Pumpkins Essays: Beginning

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Recently, Billy Corgan announced that the band will be releasing their second band DVD, called If All Goes Wrong in addition to dates for the 20th Anniversary Tour. So I think that this is the best time to start what I’ve always wanted to do: write about The Smashing Pumpkins. I honestly think that they’re one of the most important leaders of the 90s rock zeitgeist (ironically, they were then, not now, despite Billy’s attempt to do so with their latest album title), which, to me, makes them one of the most fascinating yet under-analysed bands in the modern era.

I feel like not really enough is known about the “new Pumpkins” yet to write about them (and, to be honest, I’m not even sure they deserve it) so I’ll start from the Machina II-era because I’ve been listening to that material more lately and going in reverse-chronology makes sense to me.

I’ll try to avoid talking about much band history because that’s already well-documented, and quite a bit better than I could ever dream to do, so it’ll mostly be my interpretations of his work and also discussions of personal significance. Actually, this whole “series” has two-fold significance: one, to hone and exercise my writing skills, and, two, to help me express and record my thoughts and feelings about my favourite band of all time.

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The Beginning

1995: I first heard the lead single off of Mellon Collie, Bullet With Butterfly Wings, on the radio but in the most unlikely of spots: in the car on the way to dim sum with my entire family. I’m the awkward type to feel weird when I hear or see sexual or angsty things around my family, so I didn’t particularly like listening to lyrics like “And I still believe that I cannot be saved” and “Tell me I’m the only one / Jesus was an only son to you” with my parents nearby, but I guess that’s better than having an awkward spotlight shone on my male adolescence by watching Titanic with my mother and sister.

At the tender age of 10, I hadn’t yet developed my own taste in music, so I basically just listened to whatever my sister did, which happened to be Top 40 at the time. This wasn’t as bad as it sounds because I basically was able to listen to great stuff included in the 90s grunge zeitgeist but also other awesome cheesy tracks like The Sign by Ace of Base. I wasn’t too turned on to Bullet the first time I heard it because of the typical reasons: Billy’s voice and angstiness but what is my bane now happened to be my good fortune back then. The lack of any kind of playlist variation led to DJs hammering Bullet several times every couple of hours, so eventually it started to grow on me. I would never have said that I was in love, though.

2000: fast forward to the millennium, when Billy attempted to rock the world one last time with Machina | The Machines of God, and it was once again a lead single, The Everlasting Gaze, that caught my eye. The crunchy guitar speed metal riff, Billy’s almost-kinky leather outfit and, most notably, Melissa Auf der Maur finally hooked me.

I think you’ll see that it was literally impossible for my little 15 year old brain to stand a chance against that infamous almost-boob outfit.

Madm

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