White Day

I saw another animal today! (other than stray dogs, they don't count) I went (for the second time) to try and find an art shop I'd been given directions to. It turned out to be one of those cram-as-much-stuff-as-possible-in shops and some of the stuff looked like it was out of date when my grandparents were my age. I loved it. There were cobwebs on the pencils in the wee cubby holes, and every kind of paper you could thing of, most of which, you couldn't. Well, actually no, there was every kind except the kind I wanted - plain drawing cartridge paper. There were some of the most amazing patterns on the papers though (most of which, I'd hazard a guess, weren't there in the factory.) There was such an impressive array of fascinatingly useless, archaic art supplies, I couldn't help but spend quite a while in the poky little shop. Then after I left there it was right in front of me. (I'm going to try and find a way of getting the photo of it on here, words can't really do it justice.)
White Day. I was on my way to my dorm between classes and a group of Korean guy friends came running towards me. This was nothing new, I have become accustomed the sight of frantically waving arms and skirie tshirts bounding towards me. (A sentence I never thought I'd say.) But this time it was different. They stopped around me with big grins and produced copious amounts of chocolate (there was even some of that dust you'd get as a kid, the kind that when you hold it in your mouth, it crackles so much you feel as though your head might explode!) A dream come true perhaps? Not really, the chocolate here tastes like cack. It's even worse than American chocolate.
In Korea they have various versions of Valentines day. In fact, one every month (although a lot are ignored.) White Day is apparently one of the most important, it's the one where guys have to give girls chocolate. Amazing.