my first attempt: beef, peas, potatoes, and green chilis. meat is a bit dry and could use more red pepper. but it's pretty baller for my first real cooking experience in south korea. oh hayyyy.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
first time cooking real people food
my first attempt: beef, peas, potatoes, and green chilis. meat is a bit dry and could use more red pepper. but it's pretty baller for my first real cooking experience in south korea. oh hayyyy.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
South Korea Fifa World Cup 2010
WOO!! GO KOREA! 2nd game for Korea tonight! :D Yes, I'm wearing my Korea Legion shirt on the field trip. Awesome.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The Kids
The kids here are super cute. Some of them are the sweetest kids ever, and some of them just have attitudes galore.... something you'd think I'd be used to after subbing full time in a middle school. But, I'm not. Awesome.
They pitch fits, get in verbal fights in their native tongue (aka I can't understand them), and start crying for, seemingly, no reason whatsoever. But, I mean, what else do you expect from kids aged 7 in Korea, but 5/6 internationally? Yea, I'll explain later, when I have a better understanding of it.
So, my "homeroom" so-to-speak is one of the two oldest classes here at Feinschule (fine-shoe-lay). We are called the KING class. Personally, I'd prefer "Princess," but I'll settle with King... The other 7 year old class is Katie's "homeroom" and they are called ROBOT. I also have "6" year olds, named ZEBRA and ELEPHANT classes. I am also in charge of story time for a "5" year old class called PUPPY. Thennnnn (deep breath) I have two classes on the first floor (aka preschool, aka too small to have any name). I think they're "4" years old... not entirely sure though. Anyways, I only have once a week, 20 minutes each. I just read and sing to them... a lot. Oh, and give out lots of high-fives (super popular).
So, the kids trickle into school from 9-9:45 ish. For the first fifty minutes (9-9:50) they read to me Monday through Thursday then copy the story. This is King class, by the way. On Fridays, I've had them practice their spelling words to prepare for their weekly spelling test. At 9:50, we have snack. That is supposed to end at 10, but really ends at like 10:05/10 because the kids are slow. Then they have classes from 10-10:40, 10:40-11:20, 11:20-12, 12-12:40, lunch, playtime/circle time, and class 1:40-2:10. At 2:10 they pack up and are dismissed at 2:20. A lot of them stay for afterschool activities/extra classes, though. A lot of work for such tiny people, yeah?!
On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have afternoon classes with elementary kids 8-10 years old. They aren't too terrible, I mean, I like them. Then on Thursday, I have a speaking class with a girl from my homeroom, Cindy. She's a pistol. Seriously. TEENY person with a HUGE personality
So yep. That's the general schedule. The teachers move around from class to class and sometimes take the kids, too. It's a lot. But it keeps me busy so I don't have much down time, which is nice because it goes by really quickly. By the time we get off work at 5:30 and get home close to six, I am so worn out I hardly ever want to do anything! That kinda sucks. Last week, we went out a bunch of times, but this week has been super chill. No complaints there, though. Ha.
I'll do another update about Seoul once I go back up again and snap me some photos. But, believe me when I say, it's pretty. Ok ok, I'll write a bit about it here. As Katie and I were walking towards City Hall, which we think is just like a street sort of...a big street... there were really gorgeous mountains towards the right. As we stepped onto City Hall the middle of the giant street had statues and water spouts coming from the ground that kids were playing on. It was so pretty. I really can't wait to get pics. Ok that's all I've got for now. Sorryyyyy. :D
They pitch fits, get in verbal fights in their native tongue (aka I can't understand them), and start crying for, seemingly, no reason whatsoever. But, I mean, what else do you expect from kids aged 7 in Korea, but 5/6 internationally? Yea, I'll explain later, when I have a better understanding of it.
So, my "homeroom" so-to-speak is one of the two oldest classes here at Feinschule (fine-shoe-lay). We are called the KING class. Personally, I'd prefer "Princess," but I'll settle with King... The other 7 year old class is Katie's "homeroom" and they are called ROBOT. I also have "6" year olds, named ZEBRA and ELEPHANT classes. I am also in charge of story time for a "5" year old class called PUPPY. Thennnnn (deep breath) I have two classes on the first floor (aka preschool, aka too small to have any name). I think they're "4" years old... not entirely sure though. Anyways, I only have once a week, 20 minutes each. I just read and sing to them... a lot. Oh, and give out lots of high-fives (super popular).
So, the kids trickle into school from 9-9:45 ish. For the first fifty minutes (9-9:50) they read to me Monday through Thursday then copy the story. This is King class, by the way. On Fridays, I've had them practice their spelling words to prepare for their weekly spelling test. At 9:50, we have snack. That is supposed to end at 10, but really ends at like 10:05/10 because the kids are slow. Then they have classes from 10-10:40, 10:40-11:20, 11:20-12, 12-12:40, lunch, playtime/circle time, and class 1:40-2:10. At 2:10 they pack up and are dismissed at 2:20. A lot of them stay for afterschool activities/extra classes, though. A lot of work for such tiny people, yeah?!
On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have afternoon classes with elementary kids 8-10 years old. They aren't too terrible, I mean, I like them. Then on Thursday, I have a speaking class with a girl from my homeroom, Cindy. She's a pistol. Seriously. TEENY person with a HUGE personality
So yep. That's the general schedule. The teachers move around from class to class and sometimes take the kids, too. It's a lot. But it keeps me busy so I don't have much down time, which is nice because it goes by really quickly. By the time we get off work at 5:30 and get home close to six, I am so worn out I hardly ever want to do anything! That kinda sucks. Last week, we went out a bunch of times, but this week has been super chill. No complaints there, though. Ha.
I'll do another update about Seoul once I go back up again and snap me some photos. But, believe me when I say, it's pretty. Ok ok, I'll write a bit about it here. As Katie and I were walking towards City Hall, which we think is just like a street sort of...a big street... there were really gorgeous mountains towards the right. As we stepped onto City Hall the middle of the giant street had statues and water spouts coming from the ground that kids were playing on. It was so pretty. I really can't wait to get pics. Ok that's all I've got for now. Sorryyyyy. :D
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
tid bit on SK
South Korea, eh? I'm here, guys. I got here on Wednesday evening, the 26th. Mr. Kang met me at the airport and loaded me onto the bus to Ori Station. The ride took about an hour, hour and a half. It was a nice ride; SK is pretty.
When I got to Ori Station, I was to wait for the Director to pick me up. Forty five minutes later two women pull up in a car and ask if I was Sophia. "Yes." "How long have you been waiting?" "Not long, maybe 10 minutes." Haha. Anyways, these ladies were not the director. The director had personal things to attend to and they were from another school. They took me to my hotel and checked me in and got me settled. They were super nice. I asked if the hotel had internet, turns out Love Hotels do not have internet, but they do have Korean porn on channel one. ...Sweet? So, I decided to set off in search of an internet cafe (pee ssee bahng). It took me about forty fiveminutes to find this cafe that was located around the corner from the hotel. Ha, sweet. After that, I went to bed because the director was to pick me up at 10 the next morning to take me to school.
So, the next day (Thursday) I spent the day at the school. It's super cute. Five stories high and tiny. When walking towards it, you are also walking towards apartment buildings and compared to the apartments, the school looks teeny and sort of out of place. My main class is on the fourth floor and then I will be switching rooms, as well as classes as the day continues. I followed my predecessor around all day. His name is Lachlan and he's been here for 15 months. He's from Australia and will be doing a bike trip from Korea to China, down through China and into Vietnam. Pretty sweet. Anyways. So, I wrote that like a week ago. Fast forward in time to June 9th. That's today. :)
This is, so far, my third week of being in the country. It's pretty sweet. I've been crazy busy. I've experienced Korean bbq, which is DELICIOUS. Korean beer, which ain't too bad, and Soju. I've experienced a bit of Seoul, which I absolutely love. It's gorgeous! I've been at school every weekday til 530, super busy with this schedule, but I love it! The kids are too cute. I will try to upload pictures as soon as I take some! It's been a whirlwind so far and I honestly can't believe it's been this long. The time has flown. People are so nice here! I've met a bunch of foreigners. It's crazy how big the foreigner community is, I really didn't expect it! One night, there was a big group of 20 or so white people walking through the streets to go to the bar. It was pretty entertaining. But yea. This was just a post to let you know I'm still alive. I've decided that I'm going to need to set a time every week or so to set down and write. So yea. Hopefully I can do that. I want to tell you all about my time spent in Seoul! It's gorgeous and I can't wait to go back up. I might go Saturday by myself! :) I love it, seriously. It's great. I feel so lucky.
Oh! I've got an appointment at the hospital on Saturday for my blood tests! Sweet. And I got a new phone. It's super fancy! I've never had a phone like this before! Touch screen and everything! WOWZAS. I feel SUPER DUPER lucky!!!
When I got to Ori Station, I was to wait for the Director to pick me up. Forty five minutes later two women pull up in a car and ask if I was Sophia. "Yes." "How long have you been waiting?" "Not long, maybe 10 minutes." Haha. Anyways, these ladies were not the director. The director had personal things to attend to and they were from another school. They took me to my hotel and checked me in and got me settled. They were super nice. I asked if the hotel had internet, turns out Love Hotels do not have internet, but they do have Korean porn on channel one. ...Sweet? So, I decided to set off in search of an internet cafe (pee ssee bahng). It took me about forty fiveminutes to find this cafe that was located around the corner from the hotel. Ha, sweet. After that, I went to bed because the director was to pick me up at 10 the next morning to take me to school.
So, the next day (Thursday) I spent the day at the school. It's super cute. Five stories high and tiny. When walking towards it, you are also walking towards apartment buildings and compared to the apartments, the school looks teeny and sort of out of place. My main class is on the fourth floor and then I will be switching rooms, as well as classes as the day continues. I followed my predecessor around all day. His name is Lachlan and he's been here for 15 months. He's from Australia and will be doing a bike trip from Korea to China, down through China and into Vietnam. Pretty sweet. Anyways. So, I wrote that like a week ago. Fast forward in time to June 9th. That's today. :)
This is, so far, my third week of being in the country. It's pretty sweet. I've been crazy busy. I've experienced Korean bbq, which is DELICIOUS. Korean beer, which ain't too bad, and Soju. I've experienced a bit of Seoul, which I absolutely love. It's gorgeous! I've been at school every weekday til 530, super busy with this schedule, but I love it! The kids are too cute. I will try to upload pictures as soon as I take some! It's been a whirlwind so far and I honestly can't believe it's been this long. The time has flown. People are so nice here! I've met a bunch of foreigners. It's crazy how big the foreigner community is, I really didn't expect it! One night, there was a big group of 20 or so white people walking through the streets to go to the bar. It was pretty entertaining. But yea. This was just a post to let you know I'm still alive. I've decided that I'm going to need to set a time every week or so to set down and write. So yea. Hopefully I can do that. I want to tell you all about my time spent in Seoul! It's gorgeous and I can't wait to go back up. I might go Saturday by myself! :) I love it, seriously. It's great. I feel so lucky.
Oh! I've got an appointment at the hospital on Saturday for my blood tests! Sweet. And I got a new phone. It's super fancy! I've never had a phone like this before! Touch screen and everything! WOWZAS. I feel SUPER DUPER lucky!!!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
HOLA
Or should I say "An nyeung hah seh yo"? Probably that... Anyways, guys. I'm in SK! I've been here for a week today! :) I am currently writing up a post and will try try TRY to get it posted ASAP!!! I've been crazy busy so far (which I will tell you all about in the post). Miss and love!
Friday, May 28, 2010
From Lahore to Qatar to Incheon
So, I'm here, people! In South Korea! Craziness. Let me tell you how my trip from Lahore was...
My aunt and uncle dropped me at the airport in Lahore after getting me a porter who could lead me around the craziness that is the Lahore Int'l Airport. Okay, so before you even walk into the building, you have to hand your itinerary and passport to this uniformed guy. Then as soon as you step inside the building, you show your passport to another guy. This guy asked me if I was American, I looked at my passport and said, "Yes." He pointed to another guy that was barely further into the building than he was. I walk over and show my shit to this guy who points me ahead. I finally walk more than a few steps into the airport. After doing all that, you have to get your luggage scanned. So, thank goodness for my porter, who put all my stuff on the conveyor, I walk through the little sensory thingy and go off. Go figure. I'm lead into a little dressing room type of thing where a woman pats me down. And I'm out. Then I have to go to the ticket counter.
At this ticket counter there are, like, five people standing around. They all work there. I can barely make my way to the counter without pushing these "extras" around. These guys take my stuff and put it on the weigh thing, 22 kgs each. Awesome. Then my pack. Overweight. I looked at the guys and I was like "Um, I need this stuff. I'm moving, see? And I NEED all of this stuff. It's my life... in a year. I need it." So the guy, who barely understands what I'm saying tells me that he'll do me a favor *smile* and let me move stuff from my pack to my luggage no extra weight. "Really?" I said. "Yea, sure." Said that guy. Um, awesome. Once I did that, I handed my passport and itinerary to the ticket counter. It took awhile, until he looked up and asked how much my bags weighed, "22 kgs each." Then he looked at me again and said that Asia has a weight limit, not a bag limit and that I need to pay extra.
This is when I started to get a bit heated because I was under the impression it wouldn't be a big deal. I had traveled to Thailand (which is in Asia, fyi) and I had 40 kgs then, too. No big deal then, why now? So, I basically put up a fight with the guy that was in charge, saying that I was told it wouldn't be a problem. I had come from Washington D.C. with this much baggage and I didn't see why I shouldn't leave here with this much baggage for the price I've already paid for the ticket. The guy was being just as persistent as I was. About 10 minutes into this "fight" and after this guy asked me to calm down and asked me some random ass question about rain (I think he had a point, I just didn't get how rain had anything to do with my luggage), I broke down and asked how much I needed to pay. So, they told me that they would just tell me that I was only 12 kgs over instead of 22 kgs over (sweet) and that it cost this much rupees per kg. "Um... okay, so HOW MUCH DO I PAY????" I asked. I hadn't asked how much I'd have to pay per kg, I had asked how much do I pay. Sheesh. FINALLY he answered me 10,400 rupees. "Okay, well I only have US dollars." He told there was an exchange thingy "Over there." Thanks... I went over and asked how much 10,400 rupees was in US dollars. "130$" What?!
This is when I started freaking out even more then remembered I had a cell phone to call my uncle just in case. I called him and told him, and he said to come outside that he had money for me. Thank goodness for him, seriously. (This whole time I could've used my credit card, but in my panic and pissed-off-ness I totally forgot I had a credit card...Gotta get a hold of this temper..) When I get the money from him and go back through all that stupid security again, I go back to the counter, present them with the money. They give me my boarding passes and everything else and my porter leads me to the "dump site" aka the conveyor/x-ray thing that all luggage goes on. I pay my nice porter and go through immigration, hand my passport to the guy, who had been seriously inspecting everybody else's passport very thoroughly, but just took mine, looked at it, and handed it back. Easy. Then I go through passport control where the guy does the same thing. THEN I have to put my carry-ons on ANOTHER conveyor thing and I have to get patted down AGAIN. Then I show my carry-ons to someone and I'm finally through. I walk to my gate and as I am doing so, I get bombarded by at least 4 different men at different tiems asking if I wanted to buy something or if I wanted tea or coffee. Annoying.
Once I'm at the gate, I take a seat where I'm facing the rest of the gate area and my back is to nothing. I holler at my parents to tell them I'm good... but, really, I talked for a long time with mi madre. I miss her. Then I popped out my laptop and proceeded to finish "Couples Retreat" which, by the way, has sorta inapprop stuff in it. I shut my laptop just as people were showing up naked on the screen, haha. The flight wasn't until 4:25 am, but people started lining up and getting checked onto the plane at 3:30. Way too early, right? I got a bit worried that I was at the wrong gate, but I checked. Supposedly they wanted to get everyone on then, figures, since Pakistanis take an hour longer than everyone else to do anything.
Heh...So, I take the 3 hour flight, didn't sleep a wink. Land in Qatar and go up to the Hotel Reservations desk. Grab my ish and go through immigration. I had to wait, like, 30 minutes for the bus for the Royal Qatar Hotel, but it was cool (not really, it was hot, but whatever). I get to the hotel and these guys took care of me. Seriously. They called me when I didn't come down to lunch, they called me for my wake up call and they called me 30 minutes until the bus to the airport was leaving. It was awesome. The hotel was nice. Small, but perfect. I spent that 19 hours sleeping and Skyping and catching up on shows that I had missed.
I'm sorry for me getting so short now, but this post is extra long.. The flight to Seoul was good. About 9 hours ish. A bit less than that, but not too bad. I slept most of the way. I tried to wake up and stay awake, but I honestly couldn't. I fell asleep before take-off even. Amaze. And I will leave the rest for the next post where I talk about South Korea! Oof, this was long. Took me a couple days to actually finish it, haha. Sorry for the length! :/ Oh well. You don't have to read it. Hah :)
My aunt and uncle dropped me at the airport in Lahore after getting me a porter who could lead me around the craziness that is the Lahore Int'l Airport. Okay, so before you even walk into the building, you have to hand your itinerary and passport to this uniformed guy. Then as soon as you step inside the building, you show your passport to another guy. This guy asked me if I was American, I looked at my passport and said, "Yes." He pointed to another guy that was barely further into the building than he was. I walk over and show my shit to this guy who points me ahead. I finally walk more than a few steps into the airport. After doing all that, you have to get your luggage scanned. So, thank goodness for my porter, who put all my stuff on the conveyor, I walk through the little sensory thingy and go off. Go figure. I'm lead into a little dressing room type of thing where a woman pats me down. And I'm out. Then I have to go to the ticket counter.
At this ticket counter there are, like, five people standing around. They all work there. I can barely make my way to the counter without pushing these "extras" around. These guys take my stuff and put it on the weigh thing, 22 kgs each. Awesome. Then my pack. Overweight. I looked at the guys and I was like "Um, I need this stuff. I'm moving, see? And I NEED all of this stuff. It's my life... in a year. I need it." So the guy, who barely understands what I'm saying tells me that he'll do me a favor *smile* and let me move stuff from my pack to my luggage no extra weight. "Really?" I said. "Yea, sure." Said that guy. Um, awesome. Once I did that, I handed my passport and itinerary to the ticket counter. It took awhile, until he looked up and asked how much my bags weighed, "22 kgs each." Then he looked at me again and said that Asia has a weight limit, not a bag limit and that I need to pay extra.
This is when I started to get a bit heated because I was under the impression it wouldn't be a big deal. I had traveled to Thailand (which is in Asia, fyi) and I had 40 kgs then, too. No big deal then, why now? So, I basically put up a fight with the guy that was in charge, saying that I was told it wouldn't be a problem. I had come from Washington D.C. with this much baggage and I didn't see why I shouldn't leave here with this much baggage for the price I've already paid for the ticket. The guy was being just as persistent as I was. About 10 minutes into this "fight" and after this guy asked me to calm down and asked me some random ass question about rain (I think he had a point, I just didn't get how rain had anything to do with my luggage), I broke down and asked how much I needed to pay. So, they told me that they would just tell me that I was only 12 kgs over instead of 22 kgs over (sweet) and that it cost this much rupees per kg. "Um... okay, so HOW MUCH DO I PAY????" I asked. I hadn't asked how much I'd have to pay per kg, I had asked how much do I pay. Sheesh. FINALLY he answered me 10,400 rupees. "Okay, well I only have US dollars." He told there was an exchange thingy "Over there." Thanks... I went over and asked how much 10,400 rupees was in US dollars. "130$" What?!
This is when I started freaking out even more then remembered I had a cell phone to call my uncle just in case. I called him and told him, and he said to come outside that he had money for me. Thank goodness for him, seriously. (This whole time I could've used my credit card, but in my panic and pissed-off-ness I totally forgot I had a credit card...Gotta get a hold of this temper..) When I get the money from him and go back through all that stupid security again, I go back to the counter, present them with the money. They give me my boarding passes and everything else and my porter leads me to the "dump site" aka the conveyor/x-ray thing that all luggage goes on. I pay my nice porter and go through immigration, hand my passport to the guy, who had been seriously inspecting everybody else's passport very thoroughly, but just took mine, looked at it, and handed it back. Easy. Then I go through passport control where the guy does the same thing. THEN I have to put my carry-ons on ANOTHER conveyor thing and I have to get patted down AGAIN. Then I show my carry-ons to someone and I'm finally through. I walk to my gate and as I am doing so, I get bombarded by at least 4 different men at different tiems asking if I wanted to buy something or if I wanted tea or coffee. Annoying.
Once I'm at the gate, I take a seat where I'm facing the rest of the gate area and my back is to nothing. I holler at my parents to tell them I'm good... but, really, I talked for a long time with mi madre. I miss her. Then I popped out my laptop and proceeded to finish "Couples Retreat" which, by the way, has sorta inapprop stuff in it. I shut my laptop just as people were showing up naked on the screen, haha. The flight wasn't until 4:25 am, but people started lining up and getting checked onto the plane at 3:30. Way too early, right? I got a bit worried that I was at the wrong gate, but I checked. Supposedly they wanted to get everyone on then, figures, since Pakistanis take an hour longer than everyone else to do anything.
Heh...So, I take the 3 hour flight, didn't sleep a wink. Land in Qatar and go up to the Hotel Reservations desk. Grab my ish and go through immigration. I had to wait, like, 30 minutes for the bus for the Royal Qatar Hotel, but it was cool (not really, it was hot, but whatever). I get to the hotel and these guys took care of me. Seriously. They called me when I didn't come down to lunch, they called me for my wake up call and they called me 30 minutes until the bus to the airport was leaving. It was awesome. The hotel was nice. Small, but perfect. I spent that 19 hours sleeping and Skyping and catching up on shows that I had missed.
I'm sorry for me getting so short now, but this post is extra long.. The flight to Seoul was good. About 9 hours ish. A bit less than that, but not too bad. I slept most of the way. I tried to wake up and stay awake, but I honestly couldn't. I fell asleep before take-off even. Amaze. And I will leave the rest for the next post where I talk about South Korea! Oof, this was long. Took me a couple days to actually finish it, haha. Sorry for the length! :/ Oh well. You don't have to read it. Hah :)
Thursday, May 27, 2010
SOUTH KOREA!!!
I'm here!!! I am currently in the middle of writing one (maybe two) posts. Hopefully I will have those up by the end of this weekend!! :D Just an FYI.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Back to Qatar
Tonight (or to you people in the States, today) at 12:30/45 am (aka 3:30/45 pm), I'm heading to the airport again. Flying back over to Qatar for an approx 18 hour layover (yay). I'll be (hopefully) staying in a hotel that has already been booked til late Tuesday night when I head back to the airport. From there, I fly out super early morning on Wednesday to South Korea where I'll land at about 4:30 pm on the 26th, which is about 3:30 am States' time.
So, I'm getting really nervous. About the Lahore airport and about Qatar and, of course, about Korea. I expressed my concerns to my parents late late last night when I couldn't sleep. Of course they have all those nice things to say to make me feel good, but I'm still nervous as all hell. What if I don't make any friends? Like, what if I don't have anyone to hang out with? I hope I like it there! And a bunch of other things, like, what if I don't do well as a teacher? Ya know, the usual. Haha. Oh well, it's too late now. No one can ever say that I have lived my life in fear, because this journey is certainly proving otherwise. Yes, I'm nervous and a bit scared, but that isn't stopping me from doing what I want to do. :) Go me!
"Fear is the highest fence."
So, I'm getting really nervous. About the Lahore airport and about Qatar and, of course, about Korea. I expressed my concerns to my parents late late last night when I couldn't sleep. Of course they have all those nice things to say to make me feel good, but I'm still nervous as all hell. What if I don't make any friends? Like, what if I don't have anyone to hang out with? I hope I like it there! And a bunch of other things, like, what if I don't do well as a teacher? Ya know, the usual. Haha. Oh well, it's too late now. No one can ever say that I have lived my life in fear, because this journey is certainly proving otherwise. Yes, I'm nervous and a bit scared, but that isn't stopping me from doing what I want to do. :) Go me!
"Fear is the highest fence."
Ice Lollies & Late-night Runs
A couple days ago... that is to say Friday, Fatima Baji bought some ice cream from the ice cream man. [Oh sweet sweet memories of Queensbury Ct, kickball, and the ice cream man]. Anywho, she came in with the ice cream and went off about how that particular ice cream man didn't have Ice Lollies. "Ice Lolly," I said, "What are those?" She then tried describing it to me, but I didn't really grasp what the idear of an ice lolly was. Oh well. So after dinner tonight, Baji leans over to me and asks if I want an ice lolly. I responded by asking her if that was that thing she was talking about yesterday? She said yes, and I shrugged and said, "Sure why not?" I was a bit hesitant, but reminded myself that it came from the ice cream man so it couldn't be too horrible, right? Riiiight... Naw, I'm kidding, right! She grabs three out of the freezer, hands one to me and my uncle and plops herself down. I look at the green wrapper that says "A flavour with every lick!" with a big picture of an ice cream thing on the front. The picture looked like it had chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry in it, so I was like "Sweeeeet." I open it up and voila! It's a POPSICLE! Go figure. As soon as I saw that I squealed "OHHHH A POPSICLE" in pure delight that Baji looked at me like "She said whaaa?" Then I told her all about how these things are called popsicles in the States! But ice lolly is totally legit, right? Right! Awesome.
So, one day I was chattin' with Baji and she said something about donuts. Um, of course I perked up and asked her if she made them. Haha, she said yes, but we could always get them from Dunkin Donuts. "Ummm, you guys have a Dunkin Donuts here???," I asked. She seemed appalled that I was ask such a stupid question and said that they did, in fact, have multiple Dunkin Donuts. Well, I told her that I don't really believe anything until I see it. SOOOOO, that night my uncle and Baji decided doing a late-night run to Dunkin Donuts was a must. It was ten o'clock at night and I thought they were crazy. Lo' and behold, though. They do have a Dunkin Donuts. You know what Pakistan ALSO has? Crazy drivers. Yes. I know that some of you may already know this because a) you've seen it yourself, or b) I've told you, but Pakistan gots them some crazy people drivers. They don't pay attention to lanes, and instead of honking their horns, they LAY on their horns for minutes at a time. They drive very close to other cars (so close, that on the way to Dunkin Donuts, we brushed at least 2 other rearview mirrors). You see drivers going the wrong way, you see drivers almost running people over, and you see drivers staying calm. Weird. Anyways, there's a bunch of crazy drivers here and it doesn't get any better at night. You would think that at 10 o'clock at night, people would be in their homes (sorta like the States), um, no. I'm pretty sure there were MORE drivers on the road at 10 pm than there would be at, say, 3 pm. It was insane. I really don't have any other way to put it. I was a little scared, to be quite honest. Heh, I made it out alive, though. :) Yay.
On a side note: I'm not, like, one of those people that think Pakistan doesn't have anything. In fact, Pakistan has A LOT. And a lot of stuff is American stuff. For example, Hardee's just opened around here. We passed it that night and it was jam packed. Hardee's isn't all that popular in the States, but here, it is. Pakistan also has Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and a couple other places. Thanks Americanization??
So, one day I was chattin' with Baji and she said something about donuts. Um, of course I perked up and asked her if she made them. Haha, she said yes, but we could always get them from Dunkin Donuts. "Ummm, you guys have a Dunkin Donuts here???," I asked. She seemed appalled that I was ask such a stupid question and said that they did, in fact, have multiple Dunkin Donuts. Well, I told her that I don't really believe anything until I see it. SOOOOO, that night my uncle and Baji decided doing a late-night run to Dunkin Donuts was a must. It was ten o'clock at night and I thought they were crazy. Lo' and behold, though. They do have a Dunkin Donuts. You know what Pakistan ALSO has? Crazy drivers. Yes. I know that some of you may already know this because a) you've seen it yourself, or b) I've told you, but Pakistan gots them some crazy people drivers. They don't pay attention to lanes, and instead of honking their horns, they LAY on their horns for minutes at a time. They drive very close to other cars (so close, that on the way to Dunkin Donuts, we brushed at least 2 other rearview mirrors). You see drivers going the wrong way, you see drivers almost running people over, and you see drivers staying calm. Weird. Anyways, there's a bunch of crazy drivers here and it doesn't get any better at night. You would think that at 10 o'clock at night, people would be in their homes (sorta like the States), um, no. I'm pretty sure there were MORE drivers on the road at 10 pm than there would be at, say, 3 pm. It was insane. I really don't have any other way to put it. I was a little scared, to be quite honest. Heh, I made it out alive, though. :) Yay.
On a side note: I'm not, like, one of those people that think Pakistan doesn't have anything. In fact, Pakistan has A LOT. And a lot of stuff is American stuff. For example, Hardee's just opened around here. We passed it that night and it was jam packed. Hardee's isn't all that popular in the States, but here, it is. Pakistan also has Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and a couple other places. Thanks Americanization??
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