Run Skubi Run...

Its Sunday night and I just went out to get some bread from Paris Baguette, they have them on every corner.  As I was coming back, I could feel the presence of someone staring at me.  He's a middle age Corean man staring at me.  I'm thinking that I am going to just ignore him today and not turn around or anything.  (Keep in mind this happens to us daily here.)  Ha! But me being me (Skubi.)  I turned around anyways and looked at him to let him know I see you staring and I am human.  Before I can even turn my neck all the way around I see this dude stop dead in his tracks, still in shock.  You'd think because I've finally made some kind of eye contact with him he'd finally snap out of it, but he doesn't.  Then I see he starts reaching in his pocket digging for his phone.  Oh no! I know what is going to happen next... Yep you guessed it he is going to try to take a picture of me.  In my mind, this isn't a freak museum.  So, I thought of the "Manikin Stunt Double Routine" (I'm sure I won't tell the story just as good, but here goes... A foreigner in one of our Facebook groups named "Brothas & Sistas of South Korea" posted a comment during a discussion about "Coreans staring" He stated, once he was in a store, these guys were driving by, saw him and stopped their car to look at him, so since he was near a couple of manikins he decided to be one too! Lol!  Of course, the guys in the truck were, so confused.  I think after they started driving off he ran and started laughing at them.)  While he was digging for his phone I looked for a place to hide, but I couldn't find one, instead I decided I had one choice left.... RUN!!!  I ran hahahahhahaa and turned the corner, that man is probably still digging for his phone! 


I love my life!! *Follow My Life in South Corea*

On the verge of hate... (Diary of a Mad Black Woman Off The Bus)

I'm fed up! I just can't do it anymore! This is the second bus driver to refuse to let me on the bus.  Is he just a punk or is it me!?  I wish I knew why he wouldn't let me on the bus.  I mean he was still sitting there and I ran for it... gosh!  This is one of those moments you consider it as racism.  I'm a tough lady, but I gotta say that hurt my feelings and I started to tear up after the second time, that was really the third.  I mean to get punked like that in front of all those people.  Argh!  However, I held it in pretty good.  Just as I was on the verge of hate and possibly late for work... I was ready to say forget this foolishness.  As I was waiting on the next bus that was 15 minutes away he grabbed my arm from behind, smiled, and gave me that "hello" look.  He looked as if he was so glad to see me.  I never even saw him coming.  He was an older Corean man, a little slouched in his posture, taking a Saturday stroll.  Right there at that moment, the hate disappeared from my heart, soul and mind.  I was able to move forward with my day and at least forget about the bus driver for the rest of the day.  I was too important to worry myself over something I'd never completely understand, and so was the old man who touched not just my arm, but my heart that Saturday afternoon. 


*This is My Life in Corea*