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The Highlight of My Day

So I’m sure you noticed: I’m busy. Life has handed me a few lemons, so I’m busy making lemonade!  I haven’t been publishing posts like I use to, and I don’t have time to visit blogs like I once did. I’m hoping that this will change fairly soon, but that is not promised. So for now I am recycling one of my posts from when my blog was brand-spanking new. Lame? Yes. Do I care? Nope!

I know I am making a big deal about this. But every time I get a sandwich with mayonnaise it goes over board. The cafeteria ladies grab a spatula and literally scoop the mayo out of a 5 gallon tub and slap it on both pieces of bread. Seriously what are they thinking? Can you say gross? I normally get a paper towel to wipe off the excess.

So today,after eating 1000 over-mayo-ed sandwiches (I don’t even think I’m exaggerating unfortunately), for the first time the lady asked if I wanted mayonnaise on one side or two. That made my day! This sandwich had the perfect amount of mayonnaise .

Too bad the fries were inedible and hard enough to make a pagoda.

Hard Fries + Boredom = Pagoda

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Home sick…

When winter break and summer break rolls around, most college students go back to their hometown, filled with familiarity, filled with friends. I don’t. I never have. And sometimes I wonder if I ever will.

Two years ago on this very same day I started packing to move from a country that I like to call home.  Korea.

I found some old pictures of that day. Here is my life room being packed away. I am glad my parents decided to move to the US with me, but I’m sure they will be leaving to some other far off land soon enough.

I remember all the fun I had

All the friends I made

I found this old English project while rummaging through my things a few months ago. How awesome it was to grow up as an expat. How awesome it was to live in such a vibrant culture.

I’m not saying life isn’t great right now. It is!

It’s just that some days, I want to go home.

Donkatsu (Fried Pork Cutlet)

I’ve been noticing a lot of my posts have been about food…I don’t see that changing any time soon.

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A Taste of Chicago

I didn’t think blue water existed above Florida. But Chicago has taught me otherwise. Apparently lake Michigan has some fine BLUE drinking water. Who would have known? (click on the pictures for a closer view)

Yup, I went to Chicago for my very first time, and it is a beautiful city!

With good pizza

With good food

And with beautiful architecture

I even got to see a line up of people auditioning for the show “Biggest Loser”. And no I’m not trying to be funny, I’m dead serious.

I love Chicago.

Even if I’m going to hell.

Jackson’s death almost takes the internet with him

How many people does it take to break the Internet? one — if that one is Michael Jackson. Micheal Jackson’s untimely passing has been causing some whale-sized problems for a lot of websites.

Unsurprisingly, Twitter struggled as thousands of tweets came in about the devastating news. Reports of fail whales were high. While I didn’t get any fail whales, the tweets to my phone were delayed by hours. I finally texted “off” and then “on” at around 4pm and sometime between 2am and 8am the tweets went through and my cellphone was back in sync.

The site that first confirmed his death, TMZ, was down several times throughout the last 24 hours. Even google was struggling to keep up with the huge surge of searches in relation to Michael’s death, and yes I am partially responsible. I googled it. So what? I have no TV. Popular blog sites, such as Perez Hilton’s, experienced problems as well.

The CNN website, which also is my source of this information, faired well during the ordeal. Probably because they were the last to confirm his death, and they had many of their facts out of whack. Initially CNN reported that Jackson was alive but in a coma, only to affirm his death several hours after TMZ.

For a guy who had so many fans, Michael only told a select few people that he was very lonely despite being a global icon. Whether or not his criminal allegations were true, it seems many wanted to bring him down for his money and for their fifteen minutes of fame, and not just be a true friend. This is probably why he had a connection with kids who just enjoyed life and didn’t worry about fame and fortune. As much as he was liked, it’s sad to see that no one really loved him as much as he loved others.

RIP MJ.

Red Line and the DC Metro: Too close for comfort.

I heard about the crash on the red line, a line I am too familiar with. My mom rides the red line, and so do countless friends.  I immediately went to the metro map to see exactly where on the red line the accident occurred. It was definitely the route my mom took to and from work.  And the route to my friends’s apartment.

My mom was the first person I called, her phone was off, but she picked up the house phone. Apparently she had driven in to work.

A friend of mine wrote on twitter “I’m in the train, HELP!” I tweeted them back, but I guess he had no service, and I didn’t get a reply  for almost 3 hours.  Apparently he wasn’t on the collided train, he didn’t know what had happened, but he had been stuck in a tunnel for hours. He apologized for almost giving me, and countless others heart attacks.

A lot of my friends happened to be on the train behind the one that actually collided, and I refreshed my facebook status filter 1000 times, making sure that everyone was indeed okay. I have never been so thankful for social networking before in my life.

I still have not gotten in touch with everyone I know in the area. But it’s impossible for me to do so. I just feel incredibly blessed that my mom drove instead of taking the metro, and my friends didn’t decide to go home 5 minutes earlier.

If I weren’t spending my summer in Indiana I would definitely be spending it in DC. That’s where I work…and I’d be taking the red line. Yes, too close for comfort, I agree.

I was THIS close to being stung by a bee

source wolfpix via flickr

I’ve never been stung by a bee in my life and I would like to keep it that way. But one day not too long ago, I was WAY too close for comfort. I was in the basement taking my laundry out of the dryer  when I saw a bumble bee on a jacket. The bee was between me and the door. I didn’t know what to do …I tried to squish it with the jacket but it started flying in the air and towards me. When it went down lower (about 1ft off the ground) I took a running start and jumped over it. If it was videotaped and in slow motion it would have looked like some mid-air karate kick lunge. This was all while I was yelling “help” and everyone in the house thought I was dying or something.

So after I got out of the laundry room with no laundry I forced my brother to take on the bee. We had no bug spray so he went down into the room with lavender spray and counter top cleaner. He wasn’t too sure if he killed the bee but he estimated that he sprayed the lavender spray about 20 times and I’m not sure about the countertop cleaner. He also retrieved my laundry which now smells heavily of lavender.

I told my brother he was my hero but wondered how the bumblebee got into the basement. He admitted that “it’s probably my fault” since about a week prior to this incident, when I wasn’t at home he got locked out the house.  So in order to get into the house he broke down the basement door. Smart kid (note the sarcasm). He even demonstrated how he broke it down, he used the force of his hips repeatedly and swung them around in a circular motion whacking them into the door once every revolution.

He didn’t tell anyone what he did; I’m not sure why because my dad definitely found out the night of the bee incident. At first my dad thought someone had broken into the house, but when he found out it was my brother….that was interesting.

Although the male child makes a lot of stupid decisions,  I still love the kid. He just needs to grow up!!

My eating habits…

I know some people who are fortunate enough to like just about everything.I will choke down anything to be polite, yet, I envy people who speak lyrically of their delicious vegetarian stir fries.  I didn’t choose to dislike most vegetables, I was born this way.

The list of things I don’t like to eat is miles long:  steak, beef, pork,  turkey, broccoli, cauliflower, tomatoes, eggplant, mushrooms (yes, most vegetables). I do enjoy carrots and corn and kimchi!

I am not too fond of spaghetti although I like lasagna. Starches are okay.   I love most fruits except the bitter ones. . I do LOVE smoothies I also LOVE nonamerican food. Yakisoba, Bulgogi (I know it’s beef but it’s different because it’s Korean), lumpia, mmmmm. I blame that on my ex-expat life.

Surprisingly one of my hobbies is cooking.  Or maybe that’s not a surprise, at least I know I can satisfy my own desires.

Are you as picky an eater as I am? I have yet to meet a picky picky eater like myself.

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