SLP had its annual Christmas party on Friday, December 23rd and the kids were super excited to strut their singing skills in the 'Talent Show'. Kiwi, Sebastien and I were gifted adjudicating honors. The children tried their best. At one point Sebastien, commenting about a trio of kids singing 'Jingle Bell Rock', turned my ear and said, "Dude, these kids look as lively as corpses". Shame. Poor kids. That aside, I'm witnessing my first White Christmas (well, it snowed today, we'll have to see what happens on Sunday).
Last weekend was leka chilled. I've managed to find a really cool website called Meetup.com. It's basically the Tinder of group activities (not the kind you're thinking of). A popular group meetup is the Language Exchange. I went to one in Songtan and got to meet Sun (a Korean guy who wants to combine a super idealism of Communism and Capitalism), James (the football player who's working at the Osan SLP branch and says, "Dude, SLP is not chilled") and a few other colorful people. I then went to another meetup on Sunday for creative writing. Now I fancy myself a little bit of an 'amateur with talent' when it comes to writing, but after watching this group at work I know that I've got a little bit of learning to do.
So my old man, JAG, and I were chatting on Monday and he said, "Moer, Hilton is having the third driest year since 1923!" He then proceeds to read from the Rain Book and tell me a few of the facts and figures of interest. Once the phone call was done I mentioned to myself how it would be bleddy mooi for the general area back home to get a good wash. A bystander would have said I was praying.
Well anyway my strange prayer was answered strangely. It was pissing with rain here in Pyongtaek on the Wednesday and Thursday following that phone call. On Thursday I walked the sole-blistering 300m to work and ended up with enough water in my clothes to quench at least a few bull-calves' thirsts. When I got into work one of my coworkers said, "You know, this climate change thing is real. It NEVER rains in Pyeongtaek during December!" I can only think that someone in the Upstairs Department must have gotten a bit confused about where that rain was supposed to go.
Last weekend was leka chilled. I've managed to find a really cool website called Meetup.com. It's basically the Tinder of group activities (not the kind you're thinking of). A popular group meetup is the Language Exchange. I went to one in Songtan and got to meet Sun (a Korean guy who wants to combine a super idealism of Communism and Capitalism), James (the football player who's working at the Osan SLP branch and says, "Dude, SLP is not chilled") and a few other colorful people. I then went to another meetup on Sunday for creative writing. Now I fancy myself a little bit of an 'amateur with talent' when it comes to writing, but after watching this group at work I know that I've got a little bit of learning to do.
So my old man, JAG, and I were chatting on Monday and he said, "Moer, Hilton is having the third driest year since 1923!" He then proceeds to read from the Rain Book and tell me a few of the facts and figures of interest. Once the phone call was done I mentioned to myself how it would be bleddy mooi for the general area back home to get a good wash. A bystander would have said I was praying.
Well anyway my strange prayer was answered strangely. It was pissing with rain here in Pyongtaek on the Wednesday and Thursday following that phone call. On Thursday I walked the sole-blistering 300m to work and ended up with enough water in my clothes to quench at least a few bull-calves' thirsts. When I got into work one of my coworkers said, "You know, this climate change thing is real. It NEVER rains in Pyeongtaek during December!" I can only think that someone in the Upstairs Department must have gotten a bit confused about where that rain was supposed to go.
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