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スーパーに行ったら「ペヤング キムチ鍋風やきそば」があって、パッケージに김치냄비と書いてた。あのー、냄비は鍋そのもので日本語の料理の意味での鍋じゃないんだけど。料理としてのキムチ鍋を言いたかったら김치찌개だと思う

ペヤング キムチ鍋風やきそば|まるか食品株式会社: peyoung.co.jp/products/000198.

ペヤング キムチ鍋風やきそばの画像。김치찌개ではなく김치냄비と書いてある
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새벽해 본인은 인간이 아니라서 성별에 대한 감각은 없는데 주워입은 몸이 여자였어서 누가 굳이 묻는다면 여성일까나?하고 대답하는 정도(관심이 없음) 뒤에서 봐주는 사람이 있어서 몇년이고 몇십년이고 이 얼굴로 지내는 중 원래 몸 주인이 죽기 직전에 제대로 거래하고 몸을 얻어냈기 때문에 해경신분을 유지하고 그의 유언과 자신의 임무 두 가지를 함께 짊어지고 있음 황천의 경우 처음엔 남캐로 하려다가 식상해서 무성으로 놔뒀습니다😅 사람도 아닌데 성별이 무슨 의미냐 싶기도하고😇

RE: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:wusx65bxevvhhfaqyo2kkkbu/post/3m5rchdokis2b

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이란 민심 2022년도 폭발했는데…신정체제 47년만에 최대위기
(서울=연합뉴스) 나확진 기자 = 이란에서 경제난으로 촉발된 거리 시위가 신정(神政) 체제를 거부하는 분노로 번지면서 보름째 테헤란을 포함한 곳...
yna.co.kr/view/AKR202601120729

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One of my earliest memories concerns the air raid sirens from the first Gulf War, when I was five or six. I remember the Safe Room, which had brown packing tape over the power outlets and around the windows, supposedly to help protect against chemical weapons. Our building didn't have a bomb shelter.

I remember being woken up night after night, to go sit in the Safe Room with the brown plastic tape. There was also a record player and a couple of couches. For some reason—I'm not sure if this is an authentic part of the memory—there was nothing on the walls, just blank, slightly dirty white paint, even though our apartment walls were always full of pictures, books, decorative porcelain plates...

Despite tge tape, we still had to put on gas masks. I had a special one for kids, with a hood and a big blue briefcase looking thing with the filter and a respirator fan.¹

So night after night, go to bed, have a nightmare, get woken up, go to the weird bare room with the packing tape and the record player, and sit there with the gas mask on until the all-clear came.

Eventually, I just refused to go to bed. I put my foot down and told my parents that I won't sleep until after the air raid, because I'm tired of being woken up in the middle of the night every night.

These past few days I can't stop thinking about that feeling. , this is what you are feeling now. The unbearable tension of waiting for the blow to strike, so that it should come and go already...

This is what war feels like.

And I still don't want to sleep. But I have to, for my babies.

¹This made me mad. I wanted the same cool looking grown up gas masks the grown ups had
Actually, my mother once let me try hers on. It turned out that my little six year old lungs weren't strong enough to pull air through the filter.

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