Today was Namdaemun Sijang and Sinsa day.
I more or less emotionally blackmailed my mom into buying me this really cool, really comfy grey sweater. It's lovely. The girl in the store didn't want me to try it on at first, and then explained "no makeup". Apparently the thick layer of concealer girls here wear stains the fabrics.
... I raked my nails on my cheek to show her I wasn't wearing any makeup. She blinked, then smiled and told me "yeppo yo!" (you're pretty).
My cheek felt on fire but I was really pleased nonetheless. It's never happened to me before.
I also managed to capture the heart of kitsch in one tiny video:
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I had to smile a lot and beg: "sajin? juseyo?" to take a pic of El Gato and one tiny "kimuchi!" (ooh burn Jaejung-oppa!) later, I had him (her?) posing proudly for the tiny lens of my iPhone.
Yes, I rock.
(My clothes are getting crazily Koreanized.)