tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post3304720663671370403..comments2023-11-03T22:34:56.656+09:00Comments on I'm no Picasso: Faith restored.I'm no Picassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06516337555349888808noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-4139110193352050052010-06-30T19:36:56.494+09:002010-06-30T19:36:56.494+09:00I'm really glad I found your blog. Although my...I'm really glad I found your blog. Although my primary work is on Education Matters (http://alleducationmatters.blogspot.com/), I also began writing about living in South Korea (yee-haw! I'm the zillionth expat to do so). Your work is top-notch, and I absolutely loved this post. You have the description of hanging out at bars until sunrise down, sister (if I may be so informal). Indeed, I find myself asking, "why the hell is the sun up already?" I mean, really? Why is it time here seems to go so fast? Hmmm . . . I might have an answer for that. Your post has inspired me to write about time in Korea again. Thanks! (Of course, I'll make sure to reference your work and thank you for the flash of "idea-lightning" for this next piece.<br /><br />-Cryn Johannsen<br />Student Loan Debt Advocate, Founder of Education Matters<br />(http://alleducationmatters.blogspot.com/)<br /><br />South of North Korea (http://southofnk.blogspot.com)Cryn Johannsenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08452412213997621242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-20114286283466359642010-06-28T12:55:58.976+09:002010-06-28T12:55:58.976+09:00it's those nights... those moments.. those ran...it's those nights... those moments.. those random people that breathe fresh air into life. i myself have to figure out how to keep breathing fresh airbabsienoreply@blogger.com