but sometimes, they come back..

I honestly cried when our korean teachers left us. It’s really sad to know that it was the last time that we will see them. The last time that we could talk to them. The last time that we could laugh with them.

Pastel Sunsaengnim..
He taught me a lot of things. He taught me to be strong, in terms of confidence. He taught me basic Korean words and grammar. He even taught me how to ride a bus when I get to Korea. He told me what happened to him when he trained for military. He told me I could ask for advice if I’m going through a love-problem. He treated me as his dongsaeng ^o^ We listened to his mp3 player. He bought me Champ in jollibee (it was actually my first time to eat a champ. I don’t like it, I don’t like the vegetables.. before). I will miss the times when Kaka (korean guy) would enter our room and Pastel would ask if who’s eyes were bigger, his or kaka and I would answer, “sunsaengnim, you’re eyes are bigger O_O”. I will miss the time when someone would come inside our room and Pastel would ask me to say “chinda” (ugly person) to them. And I would always obey him. I will miss everything about him, even when he would stay outside their dorm and smoke. ========__________======== Kyaaaaa~~~ I’m so emo. LOL!

Sunsaengnim…
Annyeong kashipshiyo!