한국
I can't tell a tomato apart from a persimmon.
And Chinese people think I'm Korean.
After my first [four hour] plus group on Wednesday, one of the girls approaches me and asks me if I'm Korean because she was "so sure" that I was and had been wondering all night. My once formed opinion of my own face exuding American-ness no longer exists, shattered within my first month of being in Hong Kong, now that I've been told that I look like a local, a Korean, and questioned if I just came over from Singapore.
in other news, I got my haircut today by a guy named Jason, who was wearing floral print hammer pants.
