I'm in a cafe near my home right now, listening to lots of people interacting in various seats spread across the cafe. In front of me, on the right, four middle-aged women are talking right now. They basically are about my mom's age, or a bit younger, late 40s and early 50s. They're wearing comfortable clothes but not that sloppy, so I think it's safe to assume that these women are from the neighborhood. All four of them are happily chatting using big hands gestures, enjoying the conversation, and listening to each other carefully, often interrupting with the other, sometimes laughing really hard--practically screaming out(which makes some of the nearby people, including me, frown). They are talking about the trip their husbands frequently took to foreign places like the Philippines, that the husbands always go there to play golf. Now they had switched their topics into their kids, who are now preparing for KSAT, and about the essays they have to write, and the requirements like grades the kids need to make to enter in-Seoul university. They are also talking about the very high school I graduated from(which is in the neighborhood), and they are saying that the students at school really works hard on their study, which makes all the students at the school have difficulty getting good grades. Suddenly they started to talk smack about the kids, how they are so procrastinators and never study but play games all day. Now they are saying how much they have to pay to make their kids enter prestigious universities and how the cost may be doubled if the kids have to take another year preparing of KSAT if first attempt failed. Oh! they are talking about HUFS! But...they're suddenly speaking too quietly, and the background music is too loud to eavesdrop on them. One of the women started to talk about her son's girlfriend, no, ex-girlfriend, how they broke up. She is saying that smart girl would not let her boyfriend to pay all the money when dating. Guess her son's ex was not a smart girl. They get up, and leave, talking what they will make for dinner. And here I am sitting alone, can't brush off the feeling that what I just did was something vaguely illegal.
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