My 2nd grade middle school conversation class was required to write an English essay about anything they wanted. There were some really great ones but I just had to share this one. It's Twilight - from the eyes of a 16 year old Korean girl.
This is typed exactly as I received it, before any corrections. Enjoy. I did. :]
Hello.
My name is Jin Hwa.
I usually read books once a week.
I will explain the most exciting book I was reading.
The title of the book is 'twilight'.
First, I saw the movie and then I knew that there is original books.
The main contents of this book is the love between Edward who is vampire and Bella who is person.
The story begins that Bella transferred to the Forks.
And there were living a vampire family, The Cullens.
The family had to live among humans, it is because they do not hunt humans.
The youngest family members Edward feels a severe thirst for blood.
Edward has the ability to read thoughts. And only Bella can avoid it.
So he sometimes go the other place because Edward feels curiosity and thirst for Bella. But Edward soon realizes that it is love.
And they are falling in love.
However, Bella are in danger by the emergence of an intruder between the two, but Edward eventually obtained.
Their Love is dangerous, but you know to get so big.
the most impressive part that I saw was a part of Edward and Bella's first kiss.
Because I never have seen to kiss a vampire and a human ,I read this part in detail.
Edward lived about 100 years, and Bella lived 17 years, but it is both first kiss.
And between them, there are the food chain.
Edward is the vampires who is the best carnivorous animal and to hunt only human or animal.
And Bella is just human who can be thri game,
So, this moment are the parts that can know their love truly.
The book is the combination of fantasy and romance.
When I read this book, I thought if I fall in love with vampire, What will I do?
Will continue to conform with the risk in?
Can I live forever like them?
Of course it is not posible.
I thought that I can be the vampire when I read this book.
In fact, there may be vampire.
This book consists of a series followed by a story unfolds.
The first book 'Twilight' are drawn the meeting of the Edward and Bella.
Second book "New Moon" comes about Edward and Bella's love and the crisis.
The third book 'Eclipse' fights a war with the new vampire and the proposal of Edward is the main contents.
Fourth book 'Breaking Dawn' is the center that Edward and Bella's marriage and pregnancy.
I do not like fantasy novels, which oddly enough, this book are very interesting.
Twilight can be Introduction of my fantasy novel.
On December 01, "Breaking Dawn Part 1" coming up, I'm going to just go to the cinema.
Movie as much as funny book is expecting.
Fantasy fiction, if the people who have preconceived ideas about the 'Twilight' is recommended reading.
After reading the book You should see the movies!
I love 'Twilight".
Fantastic, eh?
Friday, November 18, 2011
Long Overdue
Sorry I haven't been around much lately. Life has a way of sweeping me up and although I never forgot about the blog, posting just kept getting pushed farther down on the to-do list. I feel like nothing has happened since my last post but I'm sure once I start writing this one everything will come flooding back. Which is why the posts always end up being 3 miles long. Anyway, guess I better just jump right in.
Halloween came and went without too much excitement, being a holiday Korea doesn't celebrate, and November came in full force. With colder winds and freezing nights, my heater has been my new best friend. Also, it has led me to believe I may take up knitting to make another blanket. Of course, it's something I've always wanted to learn anyway, but another one of those things I'll get around to "later" that has a way of never happening.
So weeks are flying by. I feel like every time I turn around it's Monday and I'm doing it all over again. The weekends are the only time anything eventful happens and those fly by just as fast. The weekend after Halloween I went to Daegu with a friend from orientation to help her celebrate her birthday and had a great time catching up with everyone else from orientation who met up with us. Then headed back home on Sunday and began the week.
This was the week of the big exam for the 3rd grade high schoolers, which was on Thursday, and then the school sports day and festival that my girls in the English club have been preparing Goldilocks and the 3 Bears for. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were regular days with the exception of practice during lunch. Thursday was...confusing. I thought Oeja had told me the week before that since she wouldn't be there, she was supervising the exam, that I would not go to the middle school so that I could help the students practice more for the play. So Thursday morning I went to the high school and started on the computer, per usual. Until the phone rings at the head teacher's desk. It was Mrs. Keong from middle school asking if I had forgotten that I had class this morning. The class that I haven't seen in 3 weeks because she kept canceling so she could finish the textbook with them. So by this point it's about 9:15 or so. So I try to explain to her that I didn't forget I just thought I didn't have to go because of what Oeja said. She didn't understand or didn't believe me or some combination thereof so I told her I would be there in a few minutes. I grabbed my things and headed over. By the time I got there it was after 9:20, and the class only goes until 9:45. So I jumped into the lesson, frazzled and irritated and got as much done as possible. During the break I tried again to explain to Mrs. Keong that I wasn't trying to ditch the class and I hadn't forgotten, there was just a misunderstanding. To no avail. After finishing my second class, and last of the day, I went back over to the high school and finished my day there. Until Mrs. Keong came over at the end of the day to tell me that the head of the Yeongdeok Education Office was coming next week to review her testing of the students and she didn't have time to make the test blahblahblah. So she wanted me to do it. Her work. After being retarded and pissy that same morning. Whatever.
So Friday rolled around with beautiful weather, a nice warm day, and a wonderful combination of Pepero Day and the school festival. Pepero Day is on November 11 every year but was of course extra special this year since it was 11/11/11. On Pepero Day students buy lots of Pepero, or Pocky, which is the biscuit sticks dipped in chocolate, almonds, or strawberry, and give them out to friends and teachers. It is on 11/11 because the sticks are long and thin and apparently look like one's. Seems silly but I will not be arguing with a holiday that has children (and the principal) giving me delicious chocolate and strawberry covered biscuit sticks. :] These were enjoyed thoroughly as I watched the students spend the first half of the day outside in the sunshine having sports day. They played dodgeball, a lot - these kids are serious about competitions, this awesome game with a giant ball where each team has four players and three have to squat and hold the ball while the fourth runs up and hits it (similar to the way you would hit a volleyball) and then the other team tries to catch it. If they drop it, the other team gets a point. Anyway, looks like loads of fun and the girls are so funny when they play it. They also played tug-o-war with a very large rope. After sports everyone split for lunch and then began the final preparations for the talent show part of the day. I drew noses on and gave ears on headbands to my 3 bears, gave Goldilocks her golden yarn wig, ran through our lines a final time. Then everyone headed to the gym/auditorium and the show began. There was dancing, singing, and merriment all around. We did our play, unfortunately I could not get anyone to take a video or even pictures :[ but I did get a few shots of everyone before, and the girls did a wonderful job. Then I joined the audience and enjoyed the rest of the performances. Also, I now know why they split the girls and boys and the girls wear uniforms and are not allowed makeup. My girls are closet freaks. My sweet shy little Goldilocks came up on the stage in a group that was doing a dance in tight black pants and a long sleeve white dress shirt tied up around her waist and danced like she was doing it for money. It was crazy, and definitely a little view altering. I will never look at those girls the same. It was just such a blatant display of what this culture promotes in young girls when they're given the freedom to express themselves with no limitations. Not that our culture does any better certainly, but eye opening all the same. It's another one of those things where this country has such a glaring juxtaposition of ideas. On one hand they put their girls in uniforms and forbid makeup, maintaining that exposed shoulders or any chest, not even cleavage, just skin on the chest, is taboo, but showing the entire leg and fearing everything else will be falling out at any given moment and encouraging the obscene amount of makeup they put on and the scandalous dancing is not only acceptable but rewarded. One girl, a 16 year old in one of my classes, did a chair dance for pete's sake. As in, a chair dance. I was speechless. Aside from the minor culture shock and reminder of the inane contrasts of culture and appropriateness in this country, the girls did a wonderful job and the night was a total success. I left with a smile on my face and even happier that it was the weekend.
I had been feeling a little wimpy all week and the weekend brought a cold raging full strength. I spent it curled up in bed reading and trying to sleep it away. With no luck. I called out Monday and Tuesday and did not, to the disdain and irritation of, and obscene amounts of worry from Oeja, go to the "hospital" (what they call every doctor) to get meds. I went back to school on Wednesday and after seeing my face, apparently I still looked quite ill, Oeja cancelled my first class for the day, Mr. Ha cancelled my second, and when I put my head down on my desk to rest for a bit, all the teachers went crazy. They were apparently so worried about me that they insisted that Oeja take me to the doctor to get medicine. And, at her insistence, and complete and total unwillingness to take no for an answer, off we went. So I had my first trip to the doctors, an x ray and a prescription later, I paid my $6 to the lady at the desk and we headed over to the pharmacy. My 3 days of pill cocktails set me back a whopping $2 and we went back to the school. I spent the rest of the day at my desk.
Which brings us to yesterday, Thursday. I came in, early, prepared and ready to teach, not as common as you might think, only to find that my classes had been cancelled for the day so the students could practice for the school festival which is apparently today. No one had told me the middle school was having their festival, much less that it was today. So instead of classes, Mrs. Keong comes in about 10 with the stack of essays that my conversation class wrote for her thing for the head of the Education Office for me to correct. She was going to bring them to me on Monday but since I called out Monday and Tuesday, which I'm sure she thinks I did to spite her, and she obviously was not going to do her own work, no matter what. So I start in, when she comes back about 10 minutes later and tells me that I also need to create 2 crosswords, with 10 clues each, for the students to do as part of this test. :/ When she comes in 2 hours later to see if I'm done yet - correcting 8 essays.... - she adds that I also need to make a conversation to have with student with 10 lines for each person to test their listening and speaking abilities. When I tell her okay, but I'm not finished with the essays yet she says "Well this is your work today. You're very busy today huh? Will you get the crosswords done? Will you do the conversation today?" With each question she gets more insistent and pisses me off a little more. I assure her it will all be done and mentally suggest she leave before I lose control of my tongue. She has now given me all of her work and then gotten crazy when she thought I wouldn't get it done in time. ..... Cue angry Rose. So I go back to working on the essays, and get to one that has no mistakes, is written in high English, and has numbered bullet points in it. So I google the name of the paper, "How can I improve my English conversation skills" and violia! The first link google finds with the title of the paper is, you guessed it, her entire paper. Word for word. She didn't even bother to read it. If she had, she would have seen the line that says "To find immigration offices near you go to Services Near You." Well, on the original, "Services Near You" is a link. Nice-uhhh. <- How Koreans say "nice." So I take the paper down to Mrs. Keong and explain to her that the student didn't write the paper and she says "Oh, you know the student?" "No, I don't know her. But she copied this from the internet." "*indignant tone and look* The students were allowed to use the internet for help." "No, she copied it straight from the internet. She didn't write this." "Oh. Are you sure?" "Yes." "Are you really sure? Really sure?" "Yes, I can show you." "Oh no. Okay, just rank her last." ....
Really, that's all you're going to do? So I ranked it last and wrote on the top of the paper "Copied from internet. :[ " BUSTED. :D And start working on the next paper.
So in she comes about 2:30 to see if I'm done. Well, I had just finished one paper that took me over an hour because I had to stop at every sentence not just to correct it but to try to decipher and guess the meaning, then correct it. I only had one paper, plus the one I was working on left. She wants to know which one is first - I was to rank them 1st to 8th based on the number of corrections, etc after correcting - and when I tell her which one is first, she looked at the name and then looks at me. Well, one of the students in the 3rd grade, Sun Gu, though she's not in my conversation class so I'm not even sure why she wrote an essay, lived in Canada for 2 years and one of her parents in Canadian. So she speaks/writes English almost fluently. Mrs. Keong loves this girl and definitely plays favorites. She was certain that her paper was the best and she should be first. Mrs. Keong did not read any of the papers and only knows what they are about by reading the title. She insists that Sun Gu's should be the first rank. I tell her that another student's paper is better, with less mistakes, and she says, well surely she copied it from the internet. I assure I checked very thoroughly and that she did not copy it from the internet. She tells me "Then she must have copied it from somewhere else. Sun Gu should be first. Look, her [Sun Gu] paper is 3 pages. This other paper is almost one." Well, Sun Gu's paper was two with a few lines on a third page, and the other paper was 1 and 3/4 of a 2nd page. Not to mention, since when does length of a paper determine quality... yeah. Plus, the other student had fewer mistakes and does not have anyone in her family that speaks English and certainly never lived in an English speaking country, much less for two years. Now, Sun Gu is not my favorite student, but I have nothing against her. She is lazy, but it's because she can afford to be. She's very intelligent and definitely has the upper hand in everything English related. So she doesn't need to try, and she knows it. Anyway, I'm being objective about this, and trying to stay calm, while Mrs. Keong just keeps insisting that Sun Gu be first. Not a discussion I'm going to win. I acquiesce, and go back to correcting the paper I was working on. When I finally finish the essays, I start the crosswords and am just finishing the first when Mrs. Keong comes in, all panicky to see if I'm finished. I give her the essays, ranked, and tell her I'm working on the crosswords. She says thank you once and leaves. Angry Rose. I finish the work and at 4, an hour before I usually leave, she comes in to tell me I can go home if I've finished. I have, and give her my USB with everything on it. No thank you. Nothing. Angrier Rose. She copies it and I leave. This woman infuriates me. Almost instantaneously. She is ungrateful and demanding and annoying. Not a good combination of things. Thank the lord I have Oeja at the high school or my experience here would be drastically different and I'm thinking significantly shorter than a year.
Anyway, today is a new day. The middle school festival is today, though I have yet to see any of it as it is rainy and cold outside, I think they may be doing it upstairs, but I don't care enough to go see. I don't even hardly know any of the students here, classes get cancelled so often.
Anyway, that's my life. Not too different from home, though significantly colder.
Oh, and I started Taekwondo last week. I go Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday of every week. It's wonderful. I really love it. The teacher is great and we're in a kid class so I don't feel like I'm being judged. Which is nice. I hope to get my uniform, which is not called a gi - those are karate uniforms. Taekwondo uniforms are called dobo's. As in Taekwondo-bo - this weekend from Pohang. And possibly some retail therapy with the lovely Susan (the Korean-Canadian that lives in my town and takes Taekwondo with me and is a complete sweetheart).
Welp, off to do no work and read. :]
Miss you all and love dearly. ♥
Halloween came and went without too much excitement, being a holiday Korea doesn't celebrate, and November came in full force. With colder winds and freezing nights, my heater has been my new best friend. Also, it has led me to believe I may take up knitting to make another blanket. Of course, it's something I've always wanted to learn anyway, but another one of those things I'll get around to "later" that has a way of never happening.
So weeks are flying by. I feel like every time I turn around it's Monday and I'm doing it all over again. The weekends are the only time anything eventful happens and those fly by just as fast. The weekend after Halloween I went to Daegu with a friend from orientation to help her celebrate her birthday and had a great time catching up with everyone else from orientation who met up with us. Then headed back home on Sunday and began the week.
This was the week of the big exam for the 3rd grade high schoolers, which was on Thursday, and then the school sports day and festival that my girls in the English club have been preparing Goldilocks and the 3 Bears for. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were regular days with the exception of practice during lunch. Thursday was...confusing. I thought Oeja had told me the week before that since she wouldn't be there, she was supervising the exam, that I would not go to the middle school so that I could help the students practice more for the play. So Thursday morning I went to the high school and started on the computer, per usual. Until the phone rings at the head teacher's desk. It was Mrs. Keong from middle school asking if I had forgotten that I had class this morning. The class that I haven't seen in 3 weeks because she kept canceling so she could finish the textbook with them. So by this point it's about 9:15 or so. So I try to explain to her that I didn't forget I just thought I didn't have to go because of what Oeja said. She didn't understand or didn't believe me or some combination thereof so I told her I would be there in a few minutes. I grabbed my things and headed over. By the time I got there it was after 9:20, and the class only goes until 9:45. So I jumped into the lesson, frazzled and irritated and got as much done as possible. During the break I tried again to explain to Mrs. Keong that I wasn't trying to ditch the class and I hadn't forgotten, there was just a misunderstanding. To no avail. After finishing my second class, and last of the day, I went back over to the high school and finished my day there. Until Mrs. Keong came over at the end of the day to tell me that the head of the Yeongdeok Education Office was coming next week to review her testing of the students and she didn't have time to make the test blahblahblah. So she wanted me to do it. Her work. After being retarded and pissy that same morning. Whatever.
So Friday rolled around with beautiful weather, a nice warm day, and a wonderful combination of Pepero Day and the school festival. Pepero Day is on November 11 every year but was of course extra special this year since it was 11/11/11. On Pepero Day students buy lots of Pepero, or Pocky, which is the biscuit sticks dipped in chocolate, almonds, or strawberry, and give them out to friends and teachers. It is on 11/11 because the sticks are long and thin and apparently look like one's. Seems silly but I will not be arguing with a holiday that has children (and the principal) giving me delicious chocolate and strawberry covered biscuit sticks. :] These were enjoyed thoroughly as I watched the students spend the first half of the day outside in the sunshine having sports day. They played dodgeball, a lot - these kids are serious about competitions, this awesome game with a giant ball where each team has four players and three have to squat and hold the ball while the fourth runs up and hits it (similar to the way you would hit a volleyball) and then the other team tries to catch it. If they drop it, the other team gets a point. Anyway, looks like loads of fun and the girls are so funny when they play it. They also played tug-o-war with a very large rope. After sports everyone split for lunch and then began the final preparations for the talent show part of the day. I drew noses on and gave ears on headbands to my 3 bears, gave Goldilocks her golden yarn wig, ran through our lines a final time. Then everyone headed to the gym/auditorium and the show began. There was dancing, singing, and merriment all around. We did our play, unfortunately I could not get anyone to take a video or even pictures :[ but I did get a few shots of everyone before, and the girls did a wonderful job. Then I joined the audience and enjoyed the rest of the performances. Also, I now know why they split the girls and boys and the girls wear uniforms and are not allowed makeup. My girls are closet freaks. My sweet shy little Goldilocks came up on the stage in a group that was doing a dance in tight black pants and a long sleeve white dress shirt tied up around her waist and danced like she was doing it for money. It was crazy, and definitely a little view altering. I will never look at those girls the same. It was just such a blatant display of what this culture promotes in young girls when they're given the freedom to express themselves with no limitations. Not that our culture does any better certainly, but eye opening all the same. It's another one of those things where this country has such a glaring juxtaposition of ideas. On one hand they put their girls in uniforms and forbid makeup, maintaining that exposed shoulders or any chest, not even cleavage, just skin on the chest, is taboo, but showing the entire leg and fearing everything else will be falling out at any given moment and encouraging the obscene amount of makeup they put on and the scandalous dancing is not only acceptable but rewarded. One girl, a 16 year old in one of my classes, did a chair dance for pete's sake. As in, a chair dance. I was speechless. Aside from the minor culture shock and reminder of the inane contrasts of culture and appropriateness in this country, the girls did a wonderful job and the night was a total success. I left with a smile on my face and even happier that it was the weekend.
I had been feeling a little wimpy all week and the weekend brought a cold raging full strength. I spent it curled up in bed reading and trying to sleep it away. With no luck. I called out Monday and Tuesday and did not, to the disdain and irritation of, and obscene amounts of worry from Oeja, go to the "hospital" (what they call every doctor) to get meds. I went back to school on Wednesday and after seeing my face, apparently I still looked quite ill, Oeja cancelled my first class for the day, Mr. Ha cancelled my second, and when I put my head down on my desk to rest for a bit, all the teachers went crazy. They were apparently so worried about me that they insisted that Oeja take me to the doctor to get medicine. And, at her insistence, and complete and total unwillingness to take no for an answer, off we went. So I had my first trip to the doctors, an x ray and a prescription later, I paid my $6 to the lady at the desk and we headed over to the pharmacy. My 3 days of pill cocktails set me back a whopping $2 and we went back to the school. I spent the rest of the day at my desk.
Which brings us to yesterday, Thursday. I came in, early, prepared and ready to teach, not as common as you might think, only to find that my classes had been cancelled for the day so the students could practice for the school festival which is apparently today. No one had told me the middle school was having their festival, much less that it was today. So instead of classes, Mrs. Keong comes in about 10 with the stack of essays that my conversation class wrote for her thing for the head of the Education Office for me to correct. She was going to bring them to me on Monday but since I called out Monday and Tuesday, which I'm sure she thinks I did to spite her, and she obviously was not going to do her own work, no matter what. So I start in, when she comes back about 10 minutes later and tells me that I also need to create 2 crosswords, with 10 clues each, for the students to do as part of this test. :/ When she comes in 2 hours later to see if I'm done yet - correcting 8 essays.... - she adds that I also need to make a conversation to have with student with 10 lines for each person to test their listening and speaking abilities. When I tell her okay, but I'm not finished with the essays yet she says "Well this is your work today. You're very busy today huh? Will you get the crosswords done? Will you do the conversation today?" With each question she gets more insistent and pisses me off a little more. I assure her it will all be done and mentally suggest she leave before I lose control of my tongue. She has now given me all of her work and then gotten crazy when she thought I wouldn't get it done in time. ..... Cue angry Rose. So I go back to working on the essays, and get to one that has no mistakes, is written in high English, and has numbered bullet points in it. So I google the name of the paper, "How can I improve my English conversation skills" and violia! The first link google finds with the title of the paper is, you guessed it, her entire paper. Word for word. She didn't even bother to read it. If she had, she would have seen the line that says "To find immigration offices near you go to Services Near You." Well, on the original, "Services Near You" is a link. Nice-uhhh. <- How Koreans say "nice." So I take the paper down to Mrs. Keong and explain to her that the student didn't write the paper and she says "Oh, you know the student?" "No, I don't know her. But she copied this from the internet." "*indignant tone and look* The students were allowed to use the internet for help." "No, she copied it straight from the internet. She didn't write this." "Oh. Are you sure?" "Yes." "Are you really sure? Really sure?" "Yes, I can show you." "Oh no. Okay, just rank her last." ....
Really, that's all you're going to do? So I ranked it last and wrote on the top of the paper "Copied from internet. :[ " BUSTED. :D And start working on the next paper.
So in she comes about 2:30 to see if I'm done. Well, I had just finished one paper that took me over an hour because I had to stop at every sentence not just to correct it but to try to decipher and guess the meaning, then correct it. I only had one paper, plus the one I was working on left. She wants to know which one is first - I was to rank them 1st to 8th based on the number of corrections, etc after correcting - and when I tell her which one is first, she looked at the name and then looks at me. Well, one of the students in the 3rd grade, Sun Gu, though she's not in my conversation class so I'm not even sure why she wrote an essay, lived in Canada for 2 years and one of her parents in Canadian. So she speaks/writes English almost fluently. Mrs. Keong loves this girl and definitely plays favorites. She was certain that her paper was the best and she should be first. Mrs. Keong did not read any of the papers and only knows what they are about by reading the title. She insists that Sun Gu's should be the first rank. I tell her that another student's paper is better, with less mistakes, and she says, well surely she copied it from the internet. I assure I checked very thoroughly and that she did not copy it from the internet. She tells me "Then she must have copied it from somewhere else. Sun Gu should be first. Look, her [Sun Gu] paper is 3 pages. This other paper is almost one." Well, Sun Gu's paper was two with a few lines on a third page, and the other paper was 1 and 3/4 of a 2nd page. Not to mention, since when does length of a paper determine quality... yeah. Plus, the other student had fewer mistakes and does not have anyone in her family that speaks English and certainly never lived in an English speaking country, much less for two years. Now, Sun Gu is not my favorite student, but I have nothing against her. She is lazy, but it's because she can afford to be. She's very intelligent and definitely has the upper hand in everything English related. So she doesn't need to try, and she knows it. Anyway, I'm being objective about this, and trying to stay calm, while Mrs. Keong just keeps insisting that Sun Gu be first. Not a discussion I'm going to win. I acquiesce, and go back to correcting the paper I was working on. When I finally finish the essays, I start the crosswords and am just finishing the first when Mrs. Keong comes in, all panicky to see if I'm finished. I give her the essays, ranked, and tell her I'm working on the crosswords. She says thank you once and leaves. Angry Rose. I finish the work and at 4, an hour before I usually leave, she comes in to tell me I can go home if I've finished. I have, and give her my USB with everything on it. No thank you. Nothing. Angrier Rose. She copies it and I leave. This woman infuriates me. Almost instantaneously. She is ungrateful and demanding and annoying. Not a good combination of things. Thank the lord I have Oeja at the high school or my experience here would be drastically different and I'm thinking significantly shorter than a year.
Anyway, today is a new day. The middle school festival is today, though I have yet to see any of it as it is rainy and cold outside, I think they may be doing it upstairs, but I don't care enough to go see. I don't even hardly know any of the students here, classes get cancelled so often.
Anyway, that's my life. Not too different from home, though significantly colder.
Oh, and I started Taekwondo last week. I go Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday of every week. It's wonderful. I really love it. The teacher is great and we're in a kid class so I don't feel like I'm being judged. Which is nice. I hope to get my uniform, which is not called a gi - those are karate uniforms. Taekwondo uniforms are called dobo's. As in Taekwondo-bo - this weekend from Pohang. And possibly some retail therapy with the lovely Susan (the Korean-Canadian that lives in my town and takes Taekwondo with me and is a complete sweetheart).
Welp, off to do no work and read. :]
Miss you all and love dearly. ♥
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