I want to say that time has despicably flown by, but it doesn't make sense for me to piss on it either. Sure, it's definitely accelerated ten-fold since those middle school days, where we waited impatiently for our menial lives to turn eighteen. Remember that one? In three days, I will have been in Korea for a month. Yet, it seems like I have been here for months already. Each day rises, whether you're ready for it or not, and each day sets, whether you're ready for it or not. That is the obvious cycle, however the obscurity of each day makes it impossible to predict and gauge it's speed.
Here I am, in the Motherland, hanging out with myself, content inside this warm apartment, while the Siberian winds outside are
Oh December, you are merely a zephyr, in this cold-blooded Korean Winter.
On a brighter note, a Radomski did grace us with his presence last night, and it was great to see a familiar face. Seeing a great friend in another country is an incredible thing.* It's as if we had never left the States. Scare tactics, including a bus transfer, and an adventure in the hood, with Korean BBQ, a few drinks, and finally a hooka to end the night equals an effin excellent time.
and some pictures,
Happy 10 years!
supposedly, I use each half of my brain equally.
my cousin rockin them bootleg FILAs that the restaurants let you wear (*Korean sportswear since 1911).
do you see the spaceship?
340 degrees of separation.
*[With the whole "seeing another friend in another country thing," maybe we (meaning "you", yes "you." I mean the "you" who is reading this, right?) can rendezvous in Sao Paolo sometime in the next decade, or possibly London! (the Olympics [XXX] 2012 - England, World Cup  2014 - Brazil, Olympics [XXXI] 2018 - Brazil [again!]) Okay Rosetta, please be kind and teach me correct Portuguese, I do not want to end up face down on the wrong side of the favela!]
Muito obrigado por visitar!!!