tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897213053132367019.post1636558266509100537..comments2024-02-23T18:05:24.995+09:00Comments on The Senseitions: Busan - Busan Until The End of TimeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897213053132367019.post-49218239542336332092012-03-21T22:07:36.993+09:002012-03-21T22:07:36.993+09:00WE ARE NOW.WE ARE NOW.Nanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07298039130748246714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897213053132367019.post-15336428622305500052012-03-19T12:14:38.577+09:002012-03-19T12:14:38.577+09:00lol you guys are crazy.
Jackielol you guys are crazy.<br /><br />JackieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897213053132367019.post-36550345349605133662012-03-17T17:50:59.656+09:002012-03-17T17:50:59.656+09:00Outside I see life moving forward. A taxi drives w...Outside I see life moving forward. A taxi drives with its trunk open. A motorcycle spews blue smoke. Forty people in black suits walk out of an automatic door. Yet I go nowhere.<br /><br />Someone asks me in Japanese if they can borrow a chair. I say yes. Then I realize that I am a white American in Korea. Was it only Japanese in my mind?<br /><br />I go to the bathroom. Three women stare at me as they brush their teeth. Is that what bathrooms are for? I can't remember, and it scares me.Nanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07298039130748246714noreply@blogger.com