Rain season is here and it sucks. From the end of June until about the third week of July, it's grey skies with on-again, off-again rain. Not to mention the unbearable humidity. Wearing pants to school these days blows.
Thank Zeus for air conditioning.
However, a teacher at my school is constantly turning off the air conditioner. Why oh why does this person wish to suffer so? Masochistic perhaps? Or maybe they believe in fan-death, which also carries over to air conditioners too. Why can't they just adjust the temperature? Instead, when nobody is looking, *click*, off it goes and the school office turns into Hades.
This is an ongoing battle. Like the rain, we have on-again, off-again air conditioning.
In my classroom, the air conditioner is on and everyone loves it, save for one kid. Sorry junior. Majority rules. Interesting though is that whenever I leave the classroom for a second to make a photocopy, I will come back to find that someone has opened the window?!? "Who opened the window?" I always ask only to be met with blank stares, pretending that they didn't understand my question. I'll close it, then later have to pop back into the office for something, come back and...ta-da, the window's open again. Damn poltergeist!
Actually, it's fan-death averted.
If a fan or a/c is on, it is believed that a window should be open a crack. Otherwise, you'll meet your demise. I've also been jumping into taxis lately and the a/c will be on, but windows are cracked open. Don't they know this negates the effects of the air conditioning?
So it looks like I'll suffer through the sticky humidity of rain season with pseudo-air conditioning.
If I die, which it looks like I will, you'll know it won't be because of fan death.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
30 Sekonds of Diarrhea
My previous occupation was Advertising, so I can't help analyze the TV commercials here. For the most part, they're as funny, stylish or as annoying as the ones back home.
Except for one diarrhea ad.
This particular commercial opens with four Korean women giggling in an immaculate white washroom (Note: The washrooms here are anything but immaculate!). One of the women pops a laxative pill, puts on a race car driver's helmet, and enters the middle stall. The other women look on with ear-to-ear smiles.
The helmet wearing woman sits on the toilet and then the whole stall revs up. RRRrrrrrr. Sound effects and all. The stall shakes tremendously and WHOOSH!
Turbo Diarrhea.
Her hair flails from some unknown wind while she bares a gaping, open mouthed smile shortly followed by laughter. Cut to a product shot. It's a close-up of the pills which are lime green, cylindrical and apparently work very very well.
Cut to the woman rejoining her friends in front of the sinks after expunging the contents of her stomach. At this point, I can't believe her friends were in the washroom the whole time, waiting. Wow. I know girls go to washrooms in groups, but I thought diarrhea is an automatic veto for that sort of thing.
Not in Korea.
The cluster of girls are all smiles and laughs. The helmet carrying woman, turns to the camera and says, excitedly, two Korean words. As soon as she hits the second word, her free arm does an umpires' "your safe" gesture. THE END.
Diarrhea never seemed so exciting.
Except for one diarrhea ad.
This particular commercial opens with four Korean women giggling in an immaculate white washroom (Note: The washrooms here are anything but immaculate!). One of the women pops a laxative pill, puts on a race car driver's helmet, and enters the middle stall. The other women look on with ear-to-ear smiles.
The helmet wearing woman sits on the toilet and then the whole stall revs up. RRRrrrrrr. Sound effects and all. The stall shakes tremendously and WHOOSH!
Turbo Diarrhea.
Her hair flails from some unknown wind while she bares a gaping, open mouthed smile shortly followed by laughter. Cut to a product shot. It's a close-up of the pills which are lime green, cylindrical and apparently work very very well.
Cut to the woman rejoining her friends in front of the sinks after expunging the contents of her stomach. At this point, I can't believe her friends were in the washroom the whole time, waiting. Wow. I know girls go to washrooms in groups, but I thought diarrhea is an automatic veto for that sort of thing.
Not in Korea.
The cluster of girls are all smiles and laughs. The helmet carrying woman, turns to the camera and says, excitedly, two Korean words. As soon as she hits the second word, her free arm does an umpires' "your safe" gesture. THE END.
Diarrhea never seemed so exciting.
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