If you don't know about South Korea in the summer time. Let me school you. It's humid. Really really humid. Meaning, you walk out of the shower and dry yourself off and three seconds later you're wet. (with sweat, for those of you who didn't understand). Consequently, the second I stepped off the airplane, my forehead decided to revolt.
Jael's forehead: What?! You didn't tell me the weather was going to be like this! You bitch, I tought we had an understanding that you needed pre-approval before coming to a place like. That's it! You asked for it! Come on guys! Do your thing!
1000 pimple army: YAY!
But that's not the point of this blog. The following conversation is:
Sylvia: Teacher! Are you in love?
Jael: No, Sylvia, I don't think so. Why?
Sylvia: Your temple. (gets uncomfortably close to Jael's forehead) pop, pop, pop.
Jael: (Backing away) They're called pimples, Sylvia. Sit down, please. We have to start.
Sylvia: In Korea, they say that when you fall in love your hormones change. (gets closer) And teacher, you're temple, pop, pop, pop.
Jael: Thank you, Sylvia. Sit down.
I LOVE THIS COUNTRY!!!!
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4 comments:
if i was there... i'd get close and pop your pimples too... i cant stand seeing pimples that are ready to pop... i just cant help myself..
p.s. i'm so glad you're back to blogging. soooo glad.
Thank you for yielding to the masses and sharing your experiences in Korea!! We love to hear your stories and obviously we love YOU!!!
Deidre
AH!!!!!!!!! i can see you face when she said that joint. dang!! sooo funny.
sooo good such an experience that only happens to jael.
man.
p.s. does this mean the hair is out of the face away the the pimp patrol???
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