I wonder if the concept of hypocrisy and the act of being entirely judgmental must necessarily coexist simultaneously.

Haters.

We all know haters; their presence is so irritatingly ubiquitous that the minor jab begins to feel like the inflamed sting from a radioactive insect.

Take weight-loss for example. One who decides to change his/her lifestyle to get in shape, eat healthy, and workout will inevitably and undoubtedly always take shit from haters - fat haters, more often than not. If you decide to lose weight, you will hear things from your fat friends like "stop already! you're too skinny!" or "you should really eat; it doesn't look good," when in reality, their favorite celebrity idol is some effeminate pansy celebrity who resembles something not much wider than a chopstick. When a hater tells you "you are too skinny," you should immediately reinterpret the statement to read "you look much better than you did before when you were fat, and I'm jealous because I don't have the willpower nor the diligence to do what you are doing."

Or at the very least, offer him/her a cup of haterade and a plate of shut-the-fuck-up.

Post-tour.

Feverishly attempting now to snap back to the reality of normality; Korea has an uncanny ability to delude a classical musician into the phantasmagorical deception that we are cooler than we actually think. Alas, such is but a cultural fairy tale.

Naju. Like the sewer-smelling equivalent of an infrastructurally-absent suburb in Detroit.

I learned today what agglutination is - but does Busta Rhymes know? For serious, mysterious.

Thanks jay/mikey/stefan/jiyong/lowie/youngkyung/kristin/yoobin/naikohl/dawn/wayne for making this trip memorable. And to Kim for putting up with me.