Full House was the only Korean drama that I watched fully, and a friend told me there's this museum of the house that was used to film the drama in Shido, a small island nearby Incheon airport. I arrived last week in Korea and the initial plan was to go to Shido right after I arrived, store my stuff in the airport, and go to these islands (together with Modo, another small island that has a nice beach and apparently, some sensual arty sculptures). But then, of course things happen and my stupidity adds more fun to my journey. I missed the train station I should get off at and got off at the next station which was like 30 minutes further than the right one, so I needed to take the train in the opposite direction and took the 30 mins trip again to the right station. And when I finally got into the right one, it was raining so much and I didn't have an umbrella with me, not to mention it was pretty cold for my well-adjusted-to-tropical-weather-already body, and I couldn't find the bus to take me to the ferry port. I tried to ask someone where it was and he was like 'Sorry, I don't know. I'm from China'. Weird that he needed to say he's from China, but it's even weirder that I couldn't even see the difference! (Ok maybe not weird for someone like me...) Anyway so I ended up just wander around under the rain, ate something warm, then went back to the airport to wait until the afternoon to go downtown to Seoul for meeting up with a friend whose home I'd be staying in.
Long story short to heal the pain of not being able to go there I tried again yesterday, after sending Joan to the airport because her exchange year was over (insert a very sad face). And I finally did it! Got to the right subway station, asked the right person for the bus, took the right bus, got to the ferry port, all done excellently. And finally, stepped my feet on the island and the journey had just begun!
First thing to do after getting off the ferry, I went to the parking lot to find the bus. It was there, so I got in, waited for a few minutes, then the driver got in. He asked where I was going and I said 'Shido island'. He then explained something in Korean, that of course I didn't understand, showed me the timetable of the bus operation hours and kind of asked me to leave. So I got all confused and left the bus, went back to ask someone, and when I thought I knew enough information, I went back to the bus because I was sure it was the bus I should take. Then he tried to explain, using gestures, that the Full House drama set was destroyed already. So I just said 'Ok, Modo island'. Then he told me to pay and off we went to Modo.
Because Modo is the furthest from Shindo (the island that connects Incheon and all these 3 small islands), so I had to go pass by Shido as well. The bus driver showed me the location of the old Full House drama set before we went to Modo. Nice to know, but pretty sad it was gone already. Anyway we continued the journey to Modo and it was almost 5.30 when we arrived. We needed to walk for like, 10 minutes to reach the beach, to go to where the sculpture park was. We needed to pay 2,000 won to enter the park, but it was so nice! Basically these islands were almost empty, maybe only old farmers live there. No people, almost no cars, but there were a lot of dogs. Good thing they were chained for they were barking a lot. So yeah, the park in Modo was beautiful, if you like a quite sensual stuff because the sculptures were really like that. Some may find it disgusting. But the beach was so pretty! When I was there there was a bunch of young people playing in the water and it was also nice to see. I wish I had longer time there.
Noticing it was 6.30 already and I didn't wanna miss the last ferry at 7.30, I went back. Walking miles and felt like an eternity when suddenly I met someone (that of course didn't speak English) and tried to ask him directions. He was like 'there's no bus to Shindo anymore, it's too late'. Dayum. That was when all the panic attack started to come. No bus, no taxi, let alone a car that looked like going to Shindo. All I could think of was 'I really need to walk up there?'. Looks like there was nothing else I could do but to walk, so I did. After a while I met a young couple and I tried to ask them, and I started to regret so much that I didn't take Korean course before (at the same time at cursing them not to be able to speak English). It was frustrating seriously, but they were so nice that they showed gestures that I thought they were gonna drive me to the ferry port, and they asked me to follow them. It was 7 already so I was in a hurry. But I was wrong!!!! I followed them, just to go to a building that looks like a crappy motel, and we just 'talked' there. Much to waste my precious time. So I was like, borrowing their phone to call my friend. First attempt was to call Johanna, no answer. Then Alexa. I actually wasn't sure if it was her number, because long time ago she posted something on facebook with a phone number that I thought was hers, so I took a note, just in case. So I called that number yesterday and was like 'Hello, is this Alexa?'. She was like 'Who is this?'. Funny enough in this stupid situation. After saying my name she was like 'Achlaaaam, what's up?'. Then I explained the situation in a speed mode and she was like 'Wait, I'm with a native Korean speaker she can talk to them'. Great, so they talked and talked and time was running out and finally, the ajumma that owns the motel agreed to drive me to the ferry but I had to pay 15,000 won. I didn't care anymore, I just wanted to go home.
So I finally got to the ferry port before 7.30! Relieved? Not yet. The building to buy ticket was closed. Dayum double time. Confused even more now that the ajumma left already, it was so windy that it started to get cold, but then I met 3 old ajoshis that said there would be another ferry at 8.40. So I waited with them. While waiting, they were trying to talk to me but of course I sooo could understand, so I just made videos (that I absolutely will show anyone who asks) telling about my adventure that day. At 8ish the building to buy tickets was open again so I went there, it costs 4,000 won per person. Not long after that, the ferry arrived, and I was about to enter the ferry when suddenly I realised the leaving time on my ticket wasn't the correct time, so I went back to the building to check. On my way back, there was a lady in a car speaking English to me, asking where I'm from and what I did in the islands. I thought to myself 'finally an English speaking person!', so I just talked to her. Know what, she offered to drive me down to Seoul so I just needed to take subway from Dangsan station, a station in her neighbourhood. After a tiring journey, I didn't wanna say no so I went with her. Inside there was her husband who didn't speak English. They gave me fruits (lol wut) and they tried to ask a lot about me, but maybe their English was also limited so they called their daughter who speaks perfect English, and when I told them they said their daughter studied in San Francisco. Nice. Nice, I got home safely. What a trip!
How to get here:
1. From Incheon airport, take metro train to Unseo station (only 2 stops away)
2. Go exit number 1, cross the street (an important note, you wait for the bus in front of a coffee shop), take bus number 221-1(A) or 221-1(B) to Sammok Port (it will take around 10ish minutes from the bus stop to the port)
3. When you reach the port, go left, find a small building and write down your name on the passenger list (they didn't check it but for safety reason you need to do that). And you don't need to pay for this, you pay 4,000 won when you take the ferry back from Shindo
4. Enjoy your approx. 15 mins ferry ride
5. When you arrive in the island, take a bus just outside the ferry port. It should be waiting in the parking lot and it costs 1,000 won. Don't forget to pay attention to the time the bus will depart! You may not want to miss it like I did >.< The bus will take you around from Shindo to Shido to Modo. Just mention it to the bus driver, even if you don't speak Korean, he will know eventually
6. Say you're going to Modo (now that the Full House drama set is gone already), after getting off of the bus, walk straight and go up hill, then turn right. The Baemekkumi beach is maybe 10 minutes away by walking.
7. After done, go back to the bus stop and repeat all the process. Once again, don't forget to check on the latest time the bus will operate, otherwise your trip won't be as pleasant as you wish
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17.6.13
Soul-searching
Posting from Manila now, waiting for the next flight to Seoul. Day 3 of the whole trip, got quite a lot of life lessons already.
First, always make plan B. my friend lost her baggage today from the plan, and everything's in there. Now that she has to wait for her baggage to be delivered (which hopefully will happen, though I'm not really sure about that), she doesn't have anything to wear for tomorrow. So I take it as a lesson that when travelling, have at least a pair of clothes in your hand-carry bag. Just in case.
That's probably the only serious part of the journey of today. The rest were more like a self-reflection for me. Being together with a person for a while and having to handle the difficulties coming from how different we are brought me to a conclusion of what kind of a person I am and I've become. (For the record, I've been doing the soul-searching thing lately, to know who I am. Lol seriously). And what's funny is that maybe it's never changed all this time. I'm still the same old grumpy person who never really tells people the grumpiness explicitly. Along with my flat face, people won't really know know when I like them so much or I hate them so much.
With that being said, another thing is that I'm a very extreme person. I like you or I don't like you. Never I don't really like you or I kinda like you. And that makes a huge different on how I think of you and how I treat you. And that's not important for you but it is very important for me. I'm still learning how to show affection and how to make people get the right impression of what I'm doing and how I'm feeling for them. So yeah, I'm so extreme :|
Thirdly, I think too much more than I should, which most of the times gets me into trouble that I created. And I feel bad for what I think though maybe sometimes I have the right to think of a bad thing of someone because of what they do. Does that make me inconsistent?
And I'm possessive. It's probably the worst of all. When I care about people, I do. And that means they have to know. And when they know I'm not really an affectionate person, how do you think they will know? Right, go figure.
On a completely unrelated note, Seoul in a few hours and I'll be reuniting once more! Yaay!
First, always make plan B. my friend lost her baggage today from the plan, and everything's in there. Now that she has to wait for her baggage to be delivered (which hopefully will happen, though I'm not really sure about that), she doesn't have anything to wear for tomorrow. So I take it as a lesson that when travelling, have at least a pair of clothes in your hand-carry bag. Just in case.
That's probably the only serious part of the journey of today. The rest were more like a self-reflection for me. Being together with a person for a while and having to handle the difficulties coming from how different we are brought me to a conclusion of what kind of a person I am and I've become. (For the record, I've been doing the soul-searching thing lately, to know who I am. Lol seriously). And what's funny is that maybe it's never changed all this time. I'm still the same old grumpy person who never really tells people the grumpiness explicitly. Along with my flat face, people won't really know know when I like them so much or I hate them so much.
With that being said, another thing is that I'm a very extreme person. I like you or I don't like you. Never I don't really like you or I kinda like you. And that makes a huge different on how I think of you and how I treat you. And that's not important for you but it is very important for me. I'm still learning how to show affection and how to make people get the right impression of what I'm doing and how I'm feeling for them. So yeah, I'm so extreme :|
Thirdly, I think too much more than I should, which most of the times gets me into trouble that I created. And I feel bad for what I think though maybe sometimes I have the right to think of a bad thing of someone because of what they do. Does that make me inconsistent?
And I'm possessive. It's probably the worst of all. When I care about people, I do. And that means they have to know. And when they know I'm not really an affectionate person, how do you think they will know? Right, go figure.
On a completely unrelated note, Seoul in a few hours and I'll be reuniting once more! Yaay!
25.3.13
That Journey
If I were to write the whole journey I'm sure it would take me years to try to remember and also to reread this after. But this one is worth a shot.
It was early in the morning when I arrived. My flight was delayed for a couple of hours as an effect of the typhoon. And it was raining, too.
As soon as I reached the main building, I looked around, trying to familiarize myself with the new place I'd be calling home for a few months forward. Foreign symbols on the walls, busy crowd walking by, I don't know. I felt really small and I was quite afraid to get lost.
With a note from a new friend I just met a few days before, I dragged my giant luggage to the bus stop, hoping I wouldn't be that stupid to take the wrong bus and end up being somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. Right when I arrived, my bus was there. I was just trying to make sure that it was really the bus I should be taking when it took off. Yeah, an idiot abroad, as I welcomed myself to that foreign land. I took the next bus that came a few minutes later, and my mind started to wander around.
I'm not sure if I can describe that feeling. Amazed, that I made it that far. It might not be the first time I travelled far away alone, but surely it was the first time I was about to live thousand miles away from people I know. As the bus started to run splitting the busy streets of Seoul, I looked around and felt as if I was in one of those comic books. Ok maybe not really. But, the architecture of the city, with those Asian characters that I didn't know at all, was enough to make me feel that way. I don't remember much of what I saw because most of the time I was sleeping. At least I felt safe enough not to miss my stop because the friend that gave me that note told me that it would be the last one.
I arrived in the meeting point, someone from the school would pick me up. It was raining and though I was told that there was typhoon hitting the country and I should bring an umbrella, I wasn't smart enough to take out the umbrella from my giant luggage. So there I was, feeling the cold drops of water on my head. Finally I met that girl from school. She seemed really nice and friendly. Wanting to make a good impression, I remember I gave her one of the biggest smiles I've ever given to someone. After introducing ourselves, we took a cab to school and so my journey had just begun.
I clearly had no idea that being a foreigner was that special in Seoul, specially in the area where I went to. I'm never good at maintaining a small talk with someone I just met if the other person isn't really talkative enough, which she seemed like one, and that resulted in listening to the cab driver talking to the girl almost all the time in a foreign language. I might not understand what they were talking about, but I surely could hear that they were talking about me as the girl told him where I was from and that I'd be studying in her school. Not so long after, I finally stepped my feet on the school for the very first time.
I imagined it would at least be similar to mine, but it was not. It was really small. Maybe the whole school is just as big as my faculty alone. We went straight to the dormitory building where I would live, and after taking care of the administration process, I finally managed to get to my room which was becoming a private room for the first few days because another student from my school who was supposed to be my roommate didn't come. And I thought I was going to sleep right away, but I never thought that arranging my own room could be that fun. After hours, I finally finished and went to the international office room to get everything done, and later in the afternoon I went together with the other international students to buy the necessary stuff for our rooms. I was all alone, with this stupidly serious face, I thought it would take me a lot of effort to make friends with people. But oh boy was I wrong, in the place we bought blankets I successfully made my new friends. The first person I talked to was from Mexico. She was complaining on how messy the purchasing system was, and we started talking to each other. Too bad we didn't really talk much like in the first day during my stay there.
There were probably around 20 international students buying blankets at the same time, imagine the crowd. Most of them were in a group. Maybe they came from the same countries, or maybe they've been friends already, I don't know. And all these people were looking for the blankets they liked, asking the seller, looking around finding the perfect ones. It never took me long to shop, I finished shopping probably at the first 10 minutes. As I waited for the others, I was kind of observing the situation when I met this Thai girl. We talked quite a lot and how nice of her she introduced me to her other friends from Thailand, and until the very end I was having really good time with them.
The next day, together with the Thai friends and another friend from Spain, I went out exploring the city. School hadn't started yet so we had enough time for that. On our way we met other friends, from France and Malaysia, and we managed to be friends till the very end as well. What amazed me the most was to know how fast I could be really good friends with all these people, knowing I came all alone, then met them one by one, being introduced to their other friends, and voila, a big, beautiful international family.
September finally came. The first party, the first drinking time, the first fun classes, a lot of funny yet super exciting things happened in the first month. School tour, taking care of the drunks, seriously a lot to highlight this new friendship. The best part was that we lived next to each other in the dorm, very convenient. October then came too. Not that the rest of this month wasn't important, but what I remember the most from it was of course my birthday surprise.
We were studying together in the lounge room a few hours before the day. Few minutes before midnight one of them said she was hungry and wanted to go downstairs to buy some snacks. It was weird that only one person was hungry and everyone else should go down too, but I did. On my pyjamas I followed them downstairs and met another friend who was running in hurry. Another weirdness. I stepped in to the store and buying things too when everyone seemed a little panic for I don't know what reason. I felt bad that I started to get clue that maybe they were planning on something, and for that thought I couldn't help to laugh so I went to the toilet even though I didn't need to, just to give them some space to execute their plan and to laugh. I felt really bad seriously, for laughing. But then when I went out, I saw everyone gathered in the lobby singing happy birthday to me. Even though it was pretty obvious that they were plotting something, standing there seeing people I just met not so long time ago singing for me, I was so touched I almost cried (and it's safe enough to say I don't cry that much). Even more (as if it wasn't great enough), they started singing happy birthday one by one in their languages. And even better, there were some people I actually didn't really know that time, and honestly the first time I saw them I kind of had a feeling that they wouldn't like me, but well, there were no place for stupid thoughts and people seemed really happy too, which made me feel much happier.
And in November we had a halloween party. I couldn't be anymore creative by being a pregnant woman, which made me feel really stupid afterward, but what happened after was much stupider. And I was so lucky to have friends that are caring and everything. It started to get really cold in Korea and in mid November together with friends from France I went to Hong Kong and Macau. It was great to feel the summer breeze again during winter, but it wasn't that good actually for Hong Kong really reminded me of home. The only good thing of it was the company (and pretty much the idea of this whole journey).
Time was flying really fast it was December already. The end of school, friends started to leave, and my time was limited as well. I'd be leaving in the first week of January. Suddenly there were too many things to see and too little time to enjoy everything. Other than taking photos, we did exchange our little writings for each other, mostly about the impressions towards them. Memories made. At last people left.
January finally arrived as well and I spent the New Year's Eve singing a French song with an American friend. Not really french because actually we made the lyrics up out of all the french words we know, which absolutely made no sense for it goes like "voulez vous coucher avec moi? je dois faire pipi" (would you like to sleep with me tonight? I want to pee). It was one of the stupidest yet fun NYE that I've ever spent so far. And sadly, my time had finally come. RIP, as my friends jokingly said to me. I don't know how and why but I was sure that it was not gonna be the last time I'm gonna meet them. And I guess it would come true soon.
I sure had a lot of fun as well as a lot of mistakes. One thing for sure is that I will never regret doing things I've done for it gave me a lot of wonderful lessons in a very unique way.
A lot of people asked me why Korea, and I didn't have a good answer for that until just recently. A place to learn something new is never limited.
It was early in the morning when I arrived. My flight was delayed for a couple of hours as an effect of the typhoon. And it was raining, too.
As soon as I reached the main building, I looked around, trying to familiarize myself with the new place I'd be calling home for a few months forward. Foreign symbols on the walls, busy crowd walking by, I don't know. I felt really small and I was quite afraid to get lost.
With a note from a new friend I just met a few days before, I dragged my giant luggage to the bus stop, hoping I wouldn't be that stupid to take the wrong bus and end up being somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. Right when I arrived, my bus was there. I was just trying to make sure that it was really the bus I should be taking when it took off. Yeah, an idiot abroad, as I welcomed myself to that foreign land. I took the next bus that came a few minutes later, and my mind started to wander around.
I'm not sure if I can describe that feeling. Amazed, that I made it that far. It might not be the first time I travelled far away alone, but surely it was the first time I was about to live thousand miles away from people I know. As the bus started to run splitting the busy streets of Seoul, I looked around and felt as if I was in one of those comic books. Ok maybe not really. But, the architecture of the city, with those Asian characters that I didn't know at all, was enough to make me feel that way. I don't remember much of what I saw because most of the time I was sleeping. At least I felt safe enough not to miss my stop because the friend that gave me that note told me that it would be the last one.
I arrived in the meeting point, someone from the school would pick me up. It was raining and though I was told that there was typhoon hitting the country and I should bring an umbrella, I wasn't smart enough to take out the umbrella from my giant luggage. So there I was, feeling the cold drops of water on my head. Finally I met that girl from school. She seemed really nice and friendly. Wanting to make a good impression, I remember I gave her one of the biggest smiles I've ever given to someone. After introducing ourselves, we took a cab to school and so my journey had just begun.
I clearly had no idea that being a foreigner was that special in Seoul, specially in the area where I went to. I'm never good at maintaining a small talk with someone I just met if the other person isn't really talkative enough, which she seemed like one, and that resulted in listening to the cab driver talking to the girl almost all the time in a foreign language. I might not understand what they were talking about, but I surely could hear that they were talking about me as the girl told him where I was from and that I'd be studying in her school. Not so long after, I finally stepped my feet on the school for the very first time.
I imagined it would at least be similar to mine, but it was not. It was really small. Maybe the whole school is just as big as my faculty alone. We went straight to the dormitory building where I would live, and after taking care of the administration process, I finally managed to get to my room which was becoming a private room for the first few days because another student from my school who was supposed to be my roommate didn't come. And I thought I was going to sleep right away, but I never thought that arranging my own room could be that fun. After hours, I finally finished and went to the international office room to get everything done, and later in the afternoon I went together with the other international students to buy the necessary stuff for our rooms. I was all alone, with this stupidly serious face, I thought it would take me a lot of effort to make friends with people. But oh boy was I wrong, in the place we bought blankets I successfully made my new friends. The first person I talked to was from Mexico. She was complaining on how messy the purchasing system was, and we started talking to each other. Too bad we didn't really talk much like in the first day during my stay there.
There were probably around 20 international students buying blankets at the same time, imagine the crowd. Most of them were in a group. Maybe they came from the same countries, or maybe they've been friends already, I don't know. And all these people were looking for the blankets they liked, asking the seller, looking around finding the perfect ones. It never took me long to shop, I finished shopping probably at the first 10 minutes. As I waited for the others, I was kind of observing the situation when I met this Thai girl. We talked quite a lot and how nice of her she introduced me to her other friends from Thailand, and until the very end I was having really good time with them.
The next day, together with the Thai friends and another friend from Spain, I went out exploring the city. School hadn't started yet so we had enough time for that. On our way we met other friends, from France and Malaysia, and we managed to be friends till the very end as well. What amazed me the most was to know how fast I could be really good friends with all these people, knowing I came all alone, then met them one by one, being introduced to their other friends, and voila, a big, beautiful international family.
September finally came. The first party, the first drinking time, the first fun classes, a lot of funny yet super exciting things happened in the first month. School tour, taking care of the drunks, seriously a lot to highlight this new friendship. The best part was that we lived next to each other in the dorm, very convenient. October then came too. Not that the rest of this month wasn't important, but what I remember the most from it was of course my birthday surprise.
We were studying together in the lounge room a few hours before the day. Few minutes before midnight one of them said she was hungry and wanted to go downstairs to buy some snacks. It was weird that only one person was hungry and everyone else should go down too, but I did. On my pyjamas I followed them downstairs and met another friend who was running in hurry. Another weirdness. I stepped in to the store and buying things too when everyone seemed a little panic for I don't know what reason. I felt bad that I started to get clue that maybe they were planning on something, and for that thought I couldn't help to laugh so I went to the toilet even though I didn't need to, just to give them some space to execute their plan and to laugh. I felt really bad seriously, for laughing. But then when I went out, I saw everyone gathered in the lobby singing happy birthday to me. Even though it was pretty obvious that they were plotting something, standing there seeing people I just met not so long time ago singing for me, I was so touched I almost cried (and it's safe enough to say I don't cry that much). Even more (as if it wasn't great enough), they started singing happy birthday one by one in their languages. And even better, there were some people I actually didn't really know that time, and honestly the first time I saw them I kind of had a feeling that they wouldn't like me, but well, there were no place for stupid thoughts and people seemed really happy too, which made me feel much happier.
And in November we had a halloween party. I couldn't be anymore creative by being a pregnant woman, which made me feel really stupid afterward, but what happened after was much stupider. And I was so lucky to have friends that are caring and everything. It started to get really cold in Korea and in mid November together with friends from France I went to Hong Kong and Macau. It was great to feel the summer breeze again during winter, but it wasn't that good actually for Hong Kong really reminded me of home. The only good thing of it was the company (and pretty much the idea of this whole journey).
Time was flying really fast it was December already. The end of school, friends started to leave, and my time was limited as well. I'd be leaving in the first week of January. Suddenly there were too many things to see and too little time to enjoy everything. Other than taking photos, we did exchange our little writings for each other, mostly about the impressions towards them. Memories made. At last people left.
January finally arrived as well and I spent the New Year's Eve singing a French song with an American friend. Not really french because actually we made the lyrics up out of all the french words we know, which absolutely made no sense for it goes like "voulez vous coucher avec moi? je dois faire pipi" (would you like to sleep with me tonight? I want to pee). It was one of the stupidest yet fun NYE that I've ever spent so far. And sadly, my time had finally come. RIP, as my friends jokingly said to me. I don't know how and why but I was sure that it was not gonna be the last time I'm gonna meet them. And I guess it would come true soon.
I sure had a lot of fun as well as a lot of mistakes. One thing for sure is that I will never regret doing things I've done for it gave me a lot of wonderful lessons in a very unique way.
A lot of people asked me why Korea, and I didn't have a good answer for that until just recently. A place to learn something new is never limited.
3.9.12
All Things Korea
I've been here for 5 days, and so many things happened, I've just been too lazy to come here and post something. Anyway, after few days of getting lost in Seoul, I've finally made friends. I can't imagine how lost I can be without them all, I mean, considering I'm here all alone and stuff. So.
Anyway, today was the first day of class. Actually there were 2 classes I had to take today, but things got a bit complicated and funny here. The first class was a dance class, it was supposed to be at 1 pm at multimedia centre. A Malaysian friend and I were 30 minutes late because we couldn't find the class (because it wasn't clear), so when we arrived the class was over. Ha, dance class every monday sounds fun, no?
The second one was strategic management at 6pm. I was outside the campus with some friends and I had to go back alone because I was the only one having night class there. So I was kinda in hurry (because I had to have early dinner first, a cheap early dinner because I can't afford this kind of lifestyle, YET), so yeah, in a hurry. And when I reached the class, ta da, class was cancelled. Some gentleman told me the class was cancelled and there's going to be a make up class on monday. So considering that I'm all alone, I (yes it was me) asked his email address so if anything I could contact him. He was nice though, friendly good looking and stuff, and I hope it's going to be fun. The class is going to be fun. cough cough.
So tonight I'm going to have a dinner with my Korean roommate, I don't know what we're going to have but I hope it's fine. So catch ya later.
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