25.6.06

Don't worry

Too many bottles of soju.

The more I meet

Just finished having a small exchange of words with our building's cleaning lady. On Tuesday, it was with my nail stylist. Every other day, it is with all of my students (whether they want to or not, by the will of their parents).

In the year of 1980, there was a massacre at one of the 4 major key universities. The actual death toll is unknown, but the range is said to be between one and two thousand. This was in response to a martial law, plus 300,000 protestors.

Calling myself a citizen of this country would be absolutely amiss, but I do know one thing for sure. No matter where you are, everyone is forced to make a choice.
a) stay where you are, or
b) go somewhere else

What would you do for the chance to have something more?

Inadvertency, although unknowingly well-prepared, has brought me this far.

14.6.06

Reds go together


From the window of my apartment, I could hear the 'ooh'ing and 'ahh'ing across town. Instead of joining the massive red mob in 광화문, I spent my first World Cup experience downstairs at the convenience store in my building.

The owner and I ate ice cream and watched the match together. For every goal made, we gave each other high-ten's like we were two little kids.

Although I was not in the company of hundreds and hundreds of drunken Korean people adorned in red apparel for its first victory, I must admit that I felt a sense of comradery and unity walking along the empty streets of 일산. And to top it off with a big red strawberry, I heard bikers ringing their bells in the oh-so-familiar chant.... "대한민국."