In Bundang's Last Angel: A guy with an eye for the guys hoisted me up to the elevated dance stage overlooking the bustling main floor space. Here we go again I thought.
'Where are you from?'
etc etc im a teacher etc
'Is your mother Korean?'
Wasn't expecting that one. No.
'...Is your father Korean?'
'...No!'
Today I popped down to the corner shop, stumbled across a pansori performance at the local temple. Shame I'm leaving this place soon.
Saturday, 29 August 2009
Last Angel
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