When in doubt, upload a bunch of photos.
(that's a Breakfast King T-shirt!)
Not this is what I call a hobby. Don't worry thod, I'm not smoking. I was trying to smoke out the mosquitos.
Now this is what I call a hobby: (Lots of business opportunities in the Far East.)
Leftovers from Geunju, Daegu and Busan:
my most very cute PIP class:
deokbokki, mandu and noodles:
the noraebang:
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Label: Classes, Korea, noraebang, transitive verbs
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars
2 comments:
lookin' good!! but hey man, if you're addicted and run out of smokes i ain't going to be too happy if you trade me for a carton on the way to ulan ude.
--thod
i recognize jaeho and yunil!
those pictures of u singing are just super!
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