Jaepil and i busted a crazy. WE WENT TO BUSAN!!! we took a midnight bus and arrived at 4:45am. the first and craziest thing we saw was this junior high student (still in her uniform) walking in the streets at such an ungodly hour. she either just finished studying or she was getting a head start on life! either way, that was ridiculous.


before we departed, we ate some food at one of those food carts. just in case you were wondering, those are NOT my soju bottles.

we had gotten there earlier than we had expected, so we just planned our trip and waited for the subways to open at 5:30.


we luckily found a 24 hour 짜장면 place, so we had our breakfast there. we couldn't believe there were other people there too.

can you believe it? 2,000won 삼겹살!!!

we saw the ocean from three different spots.




this subway station had 15 different exits. that probably interests no one except me.

finally, we hit up the famous Jagalchi Market where they sell all kinds of fresh seafood.



anyways, we took the KTX back to Seoul, and i was only five minutes late to work. i was SO glad that my boss hadn't come in that day. man, i was so tired.

my coworkers call me "Phil the Phantom" because i quickly disappear and leave right after work without them. i have separate classes from them, so they have no idea what's going on with me at work either. "I don't even know who you are, man! Do you come to fix the copy machine or something?" said Joe. haha. work is so weird to me sometimes. the funny thing is, i think i'm the weirdo to everyone.

i've been watching plenty of old school movies with my dad. we've been hitting up a whole bunch of Hitchcock movies lately. i swear the fifties was the best time in the world. i particularly like seeing San Francisco from back in the day. i can't quite articulate what's so attractive about it all. i wish i could have lived in the fifties...as a white man of course. i don't think Asians were treated too nicely back in those times.

my dad taught me how to play jangi (Korean chess). i seriously hate this game cause it's so dang hard. the red pieces have different Chinese characters from the green pieces. i feel like playing jangi is like playing with chess pieces that are drunk. chess is so much more organized and logical. screw the billion characters! chess has pieces that are carved out for clear distinction that both sides share. as my brother wrote in his college essay, chess is a way of life. the funny thing is that my dad said the same thing when he taught me how to play jangi. lack of familiarity is never a pleasant feeling. i think jangi is very similar to my stay in Korea. this complicated game really is a way of life; it's just very unfamiliar to me. surely, the motherland often acts like a game of jangi to me. i can either learn to play the game and improve or conclude that the game sucks. for now, this game is so hard.


here's a random picture of one of my cousins and his girlfriend after his musical performance. i think only Simon would care about this picture.

Thought of the Day: Beanies.
Song of the Day: The Fray-How To Save A Life