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another weekend down, another week begins. Mondays are usually the worst day of the week, a slow and groggy rise from bed begins the day. a cup of mixed coffee crystals and sugar/cream powder are passed off as a morning beverage to jump start the pep and the smile.
This past weekend was filled with big plans, most of which slowly fizzled out. First a Pension, a trip to a secluded cabin where people relax, socialize and live large. that didn't end up happening, so we planned to meet in Seoul and go see a baseball game. this was an activity i have looked forward to for several weeks now. I plan on going to many baseball games, and many horse races here, both of which are popular and easily accessible from my humble studio abode.
The ball game didn't happen. We ended up playing Foosball for upwards of two or three hours before heading out into town to go to our Project Mayhem meeting to plan mischief and general misdeeds.
Didn't Make it to the meeting either. I ended up going home early, around 2 I believe and proceeded to sleep for the rest of the day, only to awake to find my voice, once again had decided to make off with some one for the day, leaving me croaking with a sorry excuse for a frog in its place. i wonder, if someone were to kiss my vocal cords, would they turn into a prince charming voice? or would it remain the croaking bullfrog they have morphed into for eternity? a spell cast by the pollution of Korea, a potent and powerful magical entity. one you wouldn't want to cross paths with often, if ever. and one you certainly wouldn't want to have you its bad side. otherwise it might just rain yellow dust on you as you walk around and about the country.
the weather this weekend was the first deep breath of spring the planet has thrown at Korea. and my god it was glorious. a pleasant 20-24 degrees, with sun, and no rain. a light breeze would blow aorund about the roof tops, enough to keep the heat from building up. Julian, Dave and I sat on a roof top fora couple of hours, talking about everything and nothing all at once. planning for activities that may or may not happen in the future. making big plans for our lives, wondering what it will take to actualize the visual predictions. We left the rooftop and went to Dave's residence where we played a little wii, and then ate some massive cheeseburgers. those Jacoby's cheese burgers are rapidly becoming a weekend staple in my diet. I don't know if i can survive without the consumption of a pound burger stacked 8 inches high with various toppings such as eggs, salsa, tortilla chips, pineapple, hash browns, relish, the works really. the burger is epic.
This week follows the GEPIK training workshop we had last Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. it was on this retreat that my voice decided to first begin its hiatus, and a sore throat took up residency. viciously holding on to its territory until the end of the weekend. only yesterday did I lose the sore throat. and It was glorious in the extreme once it left. to be able to swallow and drink without a grimace at each bite is a pleasure I rarely take for granted anymore.
I learned a great deal at the workshop, and met a good deal more people there than i had before. It was a great opportunity to network, meet some new faces, and gather up stories of experiences and places to go when i do decide to take vacation. I need to organize a trip somewhere, perhaps a large pension of sorts with a group of people from the trip and see what happens. I think it could be quite fun and interesting to see what happens. maybe we could even get the pension somewhere far away from here, in the country, near a mountain or by the ocean. Especially now that its finally warming up, the beach could be quite an amazing thing to do. I do not know what an Asian side pacific beach looks like, but if its anything like Cali beaches, it should be pretty incredible. i only keep my fingers crossed for sand, and not rocks. rocks on the beach just really aren't for me. its like trying to take a bath in yogurt, or drinking milk with the consistency of cottage cheese. you get this archetypal form of a beach set in your head, and when the reality of the situation is not what you expected you aren't upset, but just well... i don't know how to verbalize the feeling that comes afterward, its not disappointment, there is always the elation of the beach, but the malcontent of the rocks seems to gnaw at it, especially when your toes get bloody or stubbed in the mixture of heavy earthen materials.