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“Urban Dictionary” also Casualty of Dokdo-Takeshima War

November 26th, 2007 . by Gerry-Bevers

Definition of “Dokdo”  / Definition of “Takeshima”

A South Korea not so long ago

November 25th, 2007 . by Gerry-Bevers

Thanksgiving in Malaysia?

November 23rd, 2007 . by Gerry-Bevers

According to a Korean navy news release, “The Dokdo Ham will leave for Malaysia on Saturday….” The news release did not mention if Turkey or Dressing would be going with the Ham.

Read the rest of the article HERE.


November 21st, 2007 . by Matt

It is cool that all these classic games are being revived as playable flash games online. Galaga is one of the first I can remember playing. Use the arrow keys to move and the spacebar to shoot.

Classic Arcade Games

The Metropolitician arrested

November 20th, 2007 . by Matt

Metro got arrested after being accosted with racial slurs by a drunk. Yes, the victim arrested by Korean cops. Please support Michael with your supportive comments, and help fight against this injustice. Read all about it here.

Can you see “Dokdo” from Ulleungdo?

November 13th, 2007 . by Gerry-Bevers

Below is a link to a good video of Ulleungdo. Also, at 9 minutes and 22 seconds (9:22) into the video, you can see a view of “Dokdo” (Liancourt Rocks) far off in the distance from Ulleungdo. However, what is interesting about this view of “Dokdo” is that “Dokdo” disappears from view as the camera pulls back from its magnified view to a normal one. Another interesting thing is that Dokdo appears right above the point of a peak, which may be a landmark to help tourists with binoculars and telephoto lens find the island.

I think this video is evidence of just how difficult it is to see “Dokdo”  (Liancourt Rocks) from Ulleungdo. I doubt that fishermen and farmers travelling to Ulleungdo during Korea’s Joseon period had binoculars or an observation point on top of a mountain with a sign and arrow pointing you in the direction of “Dokdo.” This video is also evidence that most, if not all, of the photos on the Web taken of “Dokdo” from Ulleungdo are magnified.

The people who post these magnified photos on the Web are often trying to deceive people into believing that “Dokdo” is closer to Ulleungdo than it really is, in an attempt to convince people that it was considered a neighboring island of Ulleungdo during Korea’s Joseon period. However, it is obvious from this video that “Dokdo” (Liancourt Rocks) would not have been considered a neighboring island of Ulleungdo by any reasonable standard, which is almost certainly why Liancourt Rocks (Dokdo) never appeared on any old Korean map.

Link to Video

Pinoy hits Korean with golf club in golf club dispute

November 12th, 2007 . by Matt

I hear from people in the Philippines that there are a lot of tensions between the locals and new Korean businessmen and immigrants. From the SunStar

NORTH Cotabato Vice Governor Emmanuel Piñol is not sorry for hitting a Korean national whom he described as arrogant during a fight at a golf club last week.

In fact, Piñol is sorry he did not hit the Korean hard enough.

At the Kapehan sa Dabaw forum held at Pizza Hut in SM Davao Monday, Piñol said the Korean deserved a harder whack with a golf club.

Piñol said his action on hitting Young Yun Youn was an act of defending not just himself but the honor of the Filipinos which, he said, the Korean had derided during the incident.

Piñol said he was taking his time that Friday at the Davao City Golf Club when a fellow Filipino golfer identified as Gary Santiago informed him that the Korean was disrespectful and arrogant while playing at the golf course.

He said he advised Santiago to talk with the Korean and settle matters peaceably. A few minutes later, Piñol overheard the Korean shouting at the Filipino golfer prompting Piñol to come to the aid of Santiago.

“Do not shout at the Filipinos, we don’t like to be shouted at. You are just a visitor here in our country. This is not South Korea,” Piñol narrated as having told the Korean.

The Korean then shifted his anger at Piñol and shouted at the vice governor. Piñol approached the Korean with his golf club, which the vice governor was using at the putting green.

As he approached, the Korean was challenging to hit him with the club.
“I wanted to hit him right there and then but his older companion came to me and appeased me. It was at this point when he poked his golf club at my face, prompting me to parry the club and hit him,” Piñol said.

The Korean allegedly tried to fight back but local people in the golf club pushed the Korean away from Piñol.

The Korean allegedly threatened to call the police and have Piñol arrested. It turned out later that the police instead arrested the foreigner after the vice governor filed complaints against him.

Piñol said his lawyers have filed deportation charges against the Korean so he will be kicked out of the country. The golf club has also banned the Korean from playing in their golf club again due to numerous complaints from other players.

“Foreigners like this do not deserve to stay even a single minute in our country,” Piñol said.

The Korean has a different story though. Young Yun Youn said Piñol meddled in an argument between him and Santiago. Yuon claimed that the vice-governor tried to hit him with a club but he was able to block it with his left arm.

“Then Piñol came to me and tried to hit me… then I said, ‘Hit me!’ but then he didn’t hit me… but he came back and hit me with the golf club,” said Youn.
Youn threatened to file charges against Piñol and even vowed to withdraw his visa from the Philippines.

“My family was very happy living here in Davao but not now. I will withdraw my visa and go back to Korea. I will never come back here,” he said.

Last Train to the Loony Bin

November 9th, 2007 . by Gerry-Bevers

Below is a picture of scenes from a Halloween party on a train on one of Tokyo’s subway lines. It seems to be a custom to have such unauthorized parties on this line since it travels through one of Tokyo’s entertainment districts. From what I read, such parties are usually held in the last car of the last train for the night. Non-Japanese seem to be a big part of the people involved in these parties, but some Japanese have also started participating. There is drinking involved, and the parties get kind of wild, but this years Halloween party seems to have gotten out of hand, as you can probably guess from some of the pictures. It looks like fun, but it may not be fun for sober people trying to get home to their families, and I am sure it is not fun for the subway attendants. HERE is a Korean blog that talks about the subway line and the parties.

Leftist gives up adopted daughter

November 8th, 2007 . by Matt

OK, so a leftist woman who adopts a girl from a different race and culture for purely selfish reasons, and with fetishist assumptions (African themed rooms, African concerts and activities) that were purely, to my mind, for her own benefit and not for the child’s, dumps the child back on the adoption market when those assumptions are proven to be wrong. Of course, it is the little girls fault because she wouldn’t tell the leftist woman that she is her mother, noting correctly that “I’ve already got one”.

The moment Julie Jarman set eyes on Zahina she was smitten. The seven-year-old girl from Tanzania was desperate for a loving home and Julie felt sure that she and her 11-year-old daughter could provide it.

In turn Zahina would become the second daughter Julie longed for. “When I met her for the first time, she was a bit shy. I saw her hiding behind her social worker’s skirt, peeping out at me with an enormous grin on her face. She was gorgeous.

“She was with her foster parents in Somerset. Laura and I spent a week with them, taking things very slowly.

“One day we took her to the park and one day we went swimming and I remember seeing Laura and Zahina teasing each other in the pool and thinking I had seen a glimpse of how things were going to be.”

It was settled that Zahina would come to live with Julie, a programme manager for Oxfam, at her house in Manchester in July 2005. Julie was thrilled and spent the final days before her arrival getting everything ready.

She decorated her room with an African theme, she made curtains from some cloth she’d bought in Africa, and hung two framed batiks of African women on the wall.

She even stocked up on oats so she could make a similar porridge to one Tanzanian children are given called uji, which is made from maize-meal.

“She didn’t seem upset at leaving her foster parents and was quite excited about the move,” says Julie.

But almost from the moment she arrived Julie sensed a barrier between them. “Zahina would chat to me and ask questions about this and that, and on the surface it was fine.

“But I sensed that at a deeper level she was resisting me – I felt she was waiting for her mother to come back. Before she went to bed at night she would give me a hug but there was no warmth there. She was going through the motions.

“Often when I asked her to do something she would do it as the Tanzanians would say, ‘kichwa upande’ – unwillingly, or holding her head to one side.”

As the weeks passed the house became filled with unspoken tensions, resentments and discord. Most worryingly of all, Julie’s own daughter Laura began to withdraw into herself. In fact Zahina seemed to go out of her way to try to upset her.

“Once when I asked her to remove her mud-covered boots, she marched over to Laura, who was sitting in front of the fire playing Patience and parked her filthy foot right on top of the cards.

“Another time the three of us were supposed to go and see an African band but Laura refused to come because she was upset about something, but wouldn’t say what.

“During the interval Zahina said to me, ‘Laura was really upset, wasn’t she?’ and I could see she was really pleased that Laura was upset and that she felt she’d driven a wedge between Laura and me. There was something deeply unpleasant about the way she said it.”

Her behaviour was a far cry from what Julie had hoped for. Indeed on paper, she reasoned, Zahina had been the perfect choice.

Her circumstances were particularly sad. Her family in Tanzania were very poor and she and her sister lived with their mother and stepfather in a one-room tenement.

“It is not clear why her family decided to send her to Britain but she arrived here after it was apparently arranged for her to stay with an uncle and his British partner.

Soon after this, however, the couple separated and the uncle’s partner was left alone to look after Zahina. Attempts to send her back to Tanzania were unsuccessful because her parents could not be traced. Unwanted in Tanzania and here in Britain, she was taken into care.

One of the reasons Julie was drawn to Zahina was because her own daughter, Laura, now 13, was half Tanzanian. Her father is a Tanzanian teacher whom Julie had a long relationship with while working in the country as an aid worker in the Eighties.

Julie was pregnant with Laura when she returned to Britain in 1994. The relationship with her boyfriend ended the following year but Laura continues to see her father, who remains in Tanzania.

Julie had hoped she might settle down with someone else and have another child, but it did not happen. Five years ago, aged 44, she accepted that she was highly unlikely now to fall pregnant if she met someone and began to consider the possibility of adoption.

“I really felt that I wanted to become a parent for a second time and the idea of having two children appealed to my sense of family.”

The following year she applied to Social Services to be considered as an adoptive parent.

She hoped she would be able to adopt a child aged three to four, preferably a girl, because Laura had said she would love to have a sister.

She underwent a rigorous assessment process, including inteviews with social workers about her past history and family relationships, her motivation and expectations of adoption, and a six-week course in which issues discussed included the emotional needs of children who have been through the care system.

Being a single parent was not an issue; Social Services now consider all types of family set ups. In 2004 Julie was told her application had been successful.

The next year, her social worker showed Julie an advertisement she had spotted in an adoption magazine in which an appeal was made for a home for Zahina.

“The ad said she was lively, bright and intelligent and said she had formed a close attachment to her foster carer and would have no problems doing so again. I thought she looked lovely, she had a really appealing face.”

But appealing as Zahina undoubtedly was the little girl clearly had problems, too.

Julie says that for the first six months she lived with them she put in a huge emotional investment trying to establish a mother/daughter relationship with Zahina, chatting to her, playing with her, taking her on outings, but it was always the same.

“I simply couldn’t reach her. I suppose I did get frustrated by it. I would say to her sometimes: ‘Do you want me to be your mummy?’, and she would reply: ‘No, I’ve already got one.’

“Zahina would repeatedly push the boundaries and disobey me, it was very difficult. I would tell her she had to stay on the pavement when she went out on her roller skates, and she would go on the road. I would tell her she couldn’t go knocking on friend’s doors late at night, and she would do it.

“Once when she had done something or other I had asked her not to, she just gave me this look as if to say: ‘What are you going to do about it?’ I thought to myself: ‘You just don’t care, do you?’

“It was not the incidents in themselves that bothered me, more the underlying emotional gap.”

She sought help from Social Services, asking if any psychotherapy was available for Zahina, with counselling for her, but was told it was not possible to access those services in Manchester.

After seven to eight months, Julie says, something inside her “gave up”.

“I realised I would not be able to attain with Zahina anything approaching a mother/ daughter relationship. I was worried that I might in the future feel a creeping resentment towards her.

“Looking after children takes time, energy and effort and I wasn’t getting anything back. I felt a dull ache inside me. It was awful.

“I could see myself in ten years’ time being like one of those parents who go on about how they’ve done so much for their children, and got so little back.”

Meanwhile, Zahina was clearly unhappy, too. She took to writing stories about her toy tiger, Stripes, and asked Julie if she would like to hear one.

“In this one, Stripes was living with a nasty adoptive mother who threw him out on the street saying: ‘Get away you naughty cub, you can’t come back here.’ Luckily, all was not lost because Stripes found his birth mummy.

“I took a deep breath and asked Zahina whether she thought she might be thrown out on the street like Stripes.

“She said yes and though I tried to reassure her that this would never be the case, it hit me really hard. I rang the social worker for advice but she told me not to worry, saying it was great Zahina was expressing herself.”

Over the following few weeks, Zahina wrote four more stories about Stripes. “The adoptive mother was not mentioned again, but they all talked about Stripes losing his mother and setting out to look for her.

“I didn’t need to be a psychiatrist to work out what Zahina wanted most in the world. It was heartbreaking, because I knew she’d been abandoned and that no one was coming to get her.”

Laura, too, was suffering and had started to retreat to her room to escape.

“But even then Zahina would not leave her alone and would push her way in,” says Julie. “Sometimes she took things from Laura’s room, causing terrible rows.

“With the benefit of hindsight I don’t think Zahina should have been placed with someone who had a birth daughter, she would have been better going to a couple who had no children and would be able to give their undivided attention.

“She saw it as a competition to try to supplant Laura, not consciously, of course, and it was the behaviour of a deeply unhappy child.

“I think our situation reflected something in her past. I think she saw her sister as the favourite in Tanzania.”

Around this time, Zahina wrote a letter to her mother in Tanzania, asking when she was coming to fetch her. Eventually she received a card, but there was no reply to her questions.

“The penny dropped, and she realised her mother wasn’t coming to get her,” says Julie. “She had no other option but me. At that point she actually started making more effort, but it was too late by then.

“It’s hard to explain, but deep inside me I’d given up and I couldn’t go back. I began to be very anxious about what to do.”

A year after Zahina had come to live with her, Julie was confronted with the most agonising decision of her life – should she go ahead with the adoption?

She decided she did not want to but, desperately worried about the impact this would have on Zahina, avoided doing anything about it.

Ironically, it was Zahina herself who forced her hand. The little girl must have sensed that Julie was withdrawing from her and was having nightmares about falling down a hole. She was calling out to Julie but she wasn’t there.

“I realised we couldn’t go on like this, with all of us so anxious,” says Julie. “I felt it might be damaging for Zahina.”

She made up her mind – she would give Zahina back. “It was very sad and distressing, of course, but I could not ignore the fact that things weren’t right.”

Read the rest here

Another Crazy Teacher Beating a Student with a Stick to the Face and Head

November 1st, 2007 . by Gerry-Bevers

Here is another video of a sadistic teacher beating a Korean student with a stick to the face and head. You may have to scroll down to see it. For some reason, I am reminded of World War II POW camp guards.

Link to Video

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