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My Sole, My Soul, My Seoul

I was taught to discriminate according to where people came from, especially about other East-Asians like the Korean and the Chinese. People around me told me the things they'd also been told. For a child, the environtent is everything. It's difficult for a child to deny it. But I gradually am realizing that things were not always right, as I get older. There's nothing that is perfectly right. Whether it is right or not depends on which angle it is seen at or who sees it. The right thing to someone could be wrong to another person. I think, even if it is a fact, once it is written or spoken by someone, it's already his opinion.                 **** Here're two feelings I got recently after I visited Seoul. a. There're limits to how much we can know, in many ways. The people who know something maybe don't tell anything to anybody or they're just dying. Or the mass media is always trying to emphasise what they want to show and hide what they...

My song in my Seoul

                I stayed in Seoul for about a week. I was thinking I wouldn't love it but I was a little wrong. People over there are kind of rude---for instance, talking loud on the phone on a train or a bus, spitting on the streets ( I saw only men doing that ), and saying nothing when passing each other very closely like getting off and on a train. Of course not all of them do that and also some Japanese do that. I didn't talk to so many people there but I generally had good feelings about them. Because they smiled at me and tried to talk to me.                         ****                 Generally I have prejudices about many things. If I see a poster on a street or read a blog article, I just start thinking about how it was made and how a person thought when he made it. Even though I don't try to know it, I feel like that I understoo...