Son of Kim Jong Il

Hey what's crack-a-lackin'?
As you may or may not know, I study 서예 (seo-yeah aka Chinese calligraphy). The other students are made up of old men, middle aged women, and one high school girl. So today I walk into the classroom, and there's some kind of lady standing over some person with the teacher. They all look at me, and it turns out the the other person is some elementary school kid. Anyhow he is shocked to see a white man and quickly tosses out his random English greeting. I pay him no mind and toss out a monosyllabic response just so he knows I heard him and he will shut up...unfortunately it didn't work. He launches into some sort of "Can that American understand Korean?" diatribe, to which (in Korean) I respond "Of course I can understand Korean." It was then that I got a look at the kid...I almost burst out in laughter right then. The kid looked exactly Kim Jong Il. He was chunky, with big thick glasses, and big hair.
I sit down with my brush and ink and get to work. As I work I hear this kid talk, and christ alive, he's got a serious stutter. So I'm listening to this kid, trying not to laugh and I write. Suddenly there's someone behind me...guess who? Kim Jong Il! Anyhow he's duly impressed because I was writing 한자 (hanja aka Chinese characters), he on the other hand is only writing 한글 (hangul aka the native Korean writing system).
He and his mother eventually departed, and things returned to normal. I'm not sure I'll see much more of him, since my work schedule is changing soon, and I'm going to start going to my class in the morning instead of the evening. So if I don't see him again, Kim Jong Il, it was nice knowing you buddy!
Before I go here is a photo of yesterday's breakfast. Enjoy dudes!


The breakfast of champions. Rice, kimchi, and odeng (pressed fish cakes) with onions. That's right, I eat pressed fish cakes for breakfast!