Glass box
Tonight we had the "Thank God it's Friday" after work party at the Twincore, which is well, not really a TGIF party because technically it wasn't Friday but anyway. One thing I noticed about Germans, they tend to be very social. Since I've been here, I must have been invited to at least a dozen parties/ night out/ shopping/ general shenanigans, and I've only been here a bit over a month. Then again, maybe that's because I'm new and/or a foreigner, but anyway, the fact remains that I've been quite the social butterfy these past few weeks and I must say, I'm kinda digging it.
Which brings me to the next thought. Language. Yes they all speak German, but they all speak English too. At least, the ones I talk to on a regular basis. While it's great that I can strike random conversations here and there, you know, I still constantly get what I call this... glass box syndrome. I see the culture, the people, everything great and ugly, everything, inside this glass box, for which I have no access to the contents of because I basically don't speak the language. Yeah, it's weird, but I think I started developing this analogy of sorts when we went to HK. Anyway, yeah. Must learn German.
Actually no the reason I even wanted to write this entry is not because I wanted to write about the Twincore party or my language dilemmas. I was actually feeling quite sentimental about Korea and what the whole Korean experience meant to me. Germany has been by far much kinder and much warmer (figuratively, of course), but Korea... despite how unfriendly and cold she may have occasionally been, will always hold a strong place in my heart. With or without boyfriend. I miss it. I miss everyone. I even miss church. Actually I miss church a lot. I've been going to Sunday mass here but basically what I do is just sit and stand and kneel and wait. Everything's in German, and even if it weren't actually... I'd go as far as to say that practicing my faith here has been more of the lesser enjoyed experiences. Even with the Filipino catholic community. There's just this... I don't know, air, about them that I find painfully overbearing that it just exhausts me most of the time. I miss Korea. I miss my family there. :(
Anyway. Tomorrow I have a blood test. Which was supposed to have been over with last Wednesday, except, four needles and three puntured veins wasn't enough to actually draw a single drop of blood from me. Which is really weird. My blood is either too viscous or too little. Maybe I'd still have enough alcohol in my system from tonight to thin my blood for tomorrow morning. Heh. Heheh.
Which brings me to the next thought. Language. Yes they all speak German, but they all speak English too. At least, the ones I talk to on a regular basis. While it's great that I can strike random conversations here and there, you know, I still constantly get what I call this... glass box syndrome. I see the culture, the people, everything great and ugly, everything, inside this glass box, for which I have no access to the contents of because I basically don't speak the language. Yeah, it's weird, but I think I started developing this analogy of sorts when we went to HK. Anyway, yeah. Must learn German.
Actually no the reason I even wanted to write this entry is not because I wanted to write about the Twincore party or my language dilemmas. I was actually feeling quite sentimental about Korea and what the whole Korean experience meant to me. Germany has been by far much kinder and much warmer (figuratively, of course), but Korea... despite how unfriendly and cold she may have occasionally been, will always hold a strong place in my heart. With or without boyfriend. I miss it. I miss everyone. I even miss church. Actually I miss church a lot. I've been going to Sunday mass here but basically what I do is just sit and stand and kneel and wait. Everything's in German, and even if it weren't actually... I'd go as far as to say that practicing my faith here has been more of the lesser enjoyed experiences. Even with the Filipino catholic community. There's just this... I don't know, air, about them that I find painfully overbearing that it just exhausts me most of the time. I miss Korea. I miss my family there. :(
Anyway. Tomorrow I have a blood test. Which was supposed to have been over with last Wednesday, except, four needles and three puntured veins wasn't enough to actually draw a single drop of blood from me. Which is really weird. My blood is either too viscous or too little. Maybe I'd still have enough alcohol in my system from tonight to thin my blood for tomorrow morning. Heh. Heheh.