New Traditions: an oxymoron?

Tis the season. This is that time of the year when we think of others (hopefully). We gather with friends and family. Some people eat together, go to church together, sing carols, visit family, help those in need, or avoid the holiday altogether. There are people’s traditions. A tradition is a happening of sorts that has been passed over for a long period of time (give or take). Those of use who live abroad learn that traditions aren’t always easy to keep.

 

My Christmas traditions: work. eat chinese food. sit through disney traffic. occasionally visit with friends who are celebrating.

Ahhh the famous Jewish tradition: eating Chinese food on Christmas. “You’re in Asia! You can totally do that,” say my friends who need to improve their geography skills. Asia is a continent with a variety of countries that are not all Chinese. I’m in South Korea. Chinese food is not Chinese food. Ramen is NOT lo mein. Kimchi jigae is NOT egg drop/wonton soup. So…New tradition: eat Korean food. Or…. I can join my newfound friends and do my best to make their holiday easier. Stories of homesickness are flooding my ears. Couples have it easy- they spend it with each other! Singles, like myself, have a bit of a harder time. In honor of my new friends, I’m throwing a Christmas brunch. No turkey or lamb. No potatoes or ham. It will feature chocolate chip pancakes, baileys coffee, banana and pumpkin muffins. And a load of bacon.

I don’t remember what I did for Christmas last year. I think I worked. I was in Thailand, so that shouldn’t be a surprise. However, I did get the chance to Skype with my friend who was having his annual Christmas party. He, and friends from years back, got to see and hear my Thai students singing ‘I Will Always Love You’ by Whitney Houston. It was a huge success. This year, I managed to Facetime with the same friend and see all the same friends from last year. No students this time. I wish I could have been at that party. I know it was a blast. But in a way, I was there. I got to chat with a few people for a few minutes on my Christmas Eve Day (and their Christmas Eve Eve). So for two years in a row, I’ve video-chatted with my friends at Christmas at some party of other. I wonder how many countries I can call from? I also wonder if there will be another one? Don’t get your hopes up, America… I don’t have plans of coming back just yet. if at all. The Big Apple would be the only place I could imagine calling home. Maybe the Windy City…but… I’ve been there in winter. it’s horrible.

Anyways. This Christmas Eve I will be watching movies and cleaning my apartment in preparation for tomorrow’s brunch. Tomorrow I actually have a day off. It will be filled with eating and talking and probably sleeping. And laundry. as always.

Merry Christmas to all. Photo on 12-24-13 at 9.29 PM #2

Couch to 5K

My friends run. I don’t. I dance. Ask me to run and I can do a quick dash but I cannot go for longer than a minute. maybe. But my friends run. And some family members started to run. And the skinny people all run. After seeing a noticeable transformation in all of these people, I decided to take on the challenge. My friend mentioned an app called ‘Couch to 5K.’ It’s a 5K trainer that trains for 30min/day x3/week. The first few weeks are okay. Running for a minute, walking for 2 repeat. . . Then week 4 started… Jog for 3 min, walk 90sec, Jog for 5 min?????, walk for 2.5min repeat. Talk about lowering self esteem when ya can’t run for 5 minutes. But then I started week 5. Yesterday I started week 5. . .

“Brisk 5 min walk (warmup), jog for 3/4mile (or 8min), walk for 1/2mile (or 5 min), jog for 3/4 mile (or 8 min), walk for 5 min cooldown”

BLAH!? 8 min?? Here’s the sad part. I converted the 3/4mile to the km that my treadmill insists on. 3/4mile = 1.2km. I started running at .48km and after 8 min I was barely at 1.2km. . . I was supposed to be at 1.7km! I have noticed the timer on my phone goes faster than the timer on the treadmill. I could start my 30min app 3 minutes after the treadmill timer starts and still be finished 10 seconds before the 30 minutes is up on the treadmill. This makes me wonder if I’m getting accurate information. Today, I am supposed to be doing Week 5: Day 2. . . which suddenly asks me to jog for 20 BLOODY MINUTES!!!! What a dick. This app is a jerk. Will I do it? ((long thoughtful pause))… I guess so. I will try. I will probably not make it the full 20 minutes since I couldn’t run the full 8 minutes yesterday, but I will try!! And my friend is with me and that should hopefully be good motivation. Today will be different. I will download the Nike +Running App and see my true results.

 

 

The Good Old Days

My article with Tickets To: on trust in a foreign country

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By Shannon Noni Selis

Growing up in a modern world required me to think on my feet. I was put into karate classes at a young and impressionable age and completed it through a double black belt level… or something rather. It was a while ago. Needless to say (you’d think), I can fight someone if it came down to it. I grew up with access to computers and the internet. I had an online boyfriend when I was 12 years old. He lived in California and we talked about everything. Ah, to be so young and trusting. Too bad my parents found out and gave me a lesson on how I could be stalked due to my inconsiderate actions.  To this day I wonder if the boy I talked to was a young person like I was, or if he was some pervert waiting for me to tell him…

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A Curvalicious Response to “How Much Does Your Life Weigh?”

A Response to an article written by another TicketsTo author. 🙂

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By Shannon Noni Selis

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I have recently read my cowriter’s entry “How much does your life weigh?” and have to put out a response. I agree with her that we should keep in touch with our friends and families, send out the emails, meet new people, and da da da. All of these things are important for our emotional and mental health.

But I am 5’2’’ with a 44inch ass and a chest that make gay men want to play. I humbly disagree with the material aspect of traveling. Are you going on a backpacking trip? Are you going away for a few weeks to a sweet new country? Are you moving to Europe? Then, yes by all means bring one pair of jeans and a pair of comfortable shoes. I have moved to two Asian countries and one foreign state (Hawai’i… it’s the US, but doesn’t have all the…

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