Blatancy and flagrancy

1. While eating lunch at 김밥 천국, I encountered, for the first time, just one of the many different kinds of evil in this world. Two ladies were walking out of the restaurant. One of them placed a lipstick and 김치 stained tissue on my table.

This reminds me of the time when I cut a piece of skin off of my left index finger when I was five years old.

2. Then there was walking down the streets of 신촌, and spotting a dirty (not talking about hygiene) man headed in our direction. I knew I should have pushed J into him.

Shoes are flying next time.

3. Gazing out of the window is something I enjoy when taking a trip, short or long. What did I spy? A pair of high-zoom binoculars looking out of the window of a car repair shop. I look in the opposite direction to see what their view is. A village of houses and apartment complexes.

I simply remember my favorite things...

By the way, my usual hour and a half commute has turned into 40 minutes. But I sure miss the sweet air that floods through the subway doors at the 319 station.

Pictures will come.

A $30 cab fare

J always tells me never to take the black taxis. Last night was one of those nights where my lack of patience and my refined skill of improper time management got the best of me.

He asked me about what it was like in America and how it feels to be in Korea. With my elementary level speaking skills, I constructed simple sentences (sort of like stacking blue, red and yellow building blocks one on top of another) in attempt to describe the deeper rooted feelings and personal opinions that have evolved in the short time that I have spent here. I had to slip in my 'love story' (barf). After asking to shake my hand, he wished my 'date' and I warm hearts over dinner. Nothing warms you up more than a couple shots of Johnnie Black and 샤브샤브.