November 12, 2007

• Before this past Sunday, I could never quite understand how girls could go crazy over guys in uniforms. Before this past Sunday, I could never quite comprehend how Catherine Zeta-Jones could marry Michael Douglas.

  11/11: A day that owes its auspiciousness not only to its designation as Pepero Day...

  

  but also as Rememberance or Veterans Day for Commonwealth countries. So, in addition to receiving a box of peppero from one of my students,

  

  And a bottle of grapefruit juice from another,

  

  I attended a special service at my church this past Sunday. We had service in the main chapel, which is really beautiful. And due to the holiday, there were a number of dignitaries present for the service including the ambassadors from South Africa, England, New Zealand, I think Australia, Pakistan, India, Malaysia, and other countries I've already forgotten. Has anyone ever noticed that the word "ambassadors" has "ass" in it?
  Well, there were also a number of dignitaries from various divisions of the armed forces, including an admiral person from Great Britain...

  Yes, he was at least 50 years old, and yes, he is a fighting man, but there was something about him that was extremely attractive. Tall, impeccably dressed in uinform with all these medals and ropes and ribbons, British (i think) accent, with a startling resemblance to Morgan Harris in Anne of Avonlea. I think that for the first time I could sympathize with Calvin's totaly depravity of humankind as I sat in church thinking about how attractive a guy, or shall I say, man, is.

  It was a really nice service, but I couldn't bring myself to sing "God save the Queen" at the end. It just seemed so odd to sing a song about a political figure in a church.

  Confession:
  I LOVE PHO!

  

  I had pho Saturday night with my aunt, and then again on Sunday with some church friends. I couldn't get enough, even though I would emerge from Hao Binh restaurant smelling like dirty water and onions. At least I gave those riot police something to ponder other than keeping the protesters at bay. My church is located right by city hall, so on my way there, I noticed tons of riot plice buses and riot police in the area. After a delicious lunch of brisket Pho, I came out onto the street only to be confronted by walls of riot police with their helmets securely fastened, their shields locked in a solid phalanx, and their very long and thick sticks strapped to their backs. I tried to walk to the bus stop, but they completely blocked off streets.

  

  

  

  A friend said I could go underground and use a particularly long subway terminal to get to the bus stop I needed. So I did that, only to find that police were blocking off subway exits too! I heard one officer tell a civilian that it would only be for 15 minutes. But just in case, I decided to take the subway home instead. Lucky thing I did too, cuz when my uncle was giving me a ride back home that night from my grandma's, all the streets were still blocked off... SEVEN HOURS LATER!!!! That's Korean time multiplied by 3.5

  On a happier note, my grandma is super cute. She's about 4'10 and shrinking, and last saturday when we went to a concert, she was wearing a mink coat and a beanie with puffy ball on the top.

  If you're a guy, you might want to stop reading/scrolling down here.

  I had to buy some overnighters for my monthly visitor, and I just grabbed a package cuz I was in a hurry... turns out I should have looked a little more closely, cuz instead of overnighters, I think I picked up diapers...

  

  Scary huh?

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