freaking cutie.
these days, i'm getting lazier to update my blog.
let's see. i still have to finish my mr. kang story from like... 2 weeks ago.
i'll do that later tonight or something.
for now:
i moved into stella's apt 2 days ago!
too bad i'm only gonna be rooming with her for a month...
finally some room to breathe. finally some room to prance around. finally some room to.....
hip hop abs?
lazy.
today morning, after putting on some thin stockings, i put on my jeans and......... whaddahail. it wouldn't button. i was GENUINELY confused. a few days ago, i wore thicker tights under those same jeans and they fit fine. perfectly, actually.
i could not have gained that much weight in just a few days. impossible!!!!
i'm gonna prove myself wrong later. pleaseeeeeee, sarah.
last night for dinner, jeanne, brian, sheldon, and i ate this thing called "kong bul." it's a big rectangular iron tray of kongnamul (my ultimate fave) and thinly sliced pork (samgyubssahl, one of my faves) and some intense hot sauce, all mixed/cooked over a table-stove. i would put up a picture of what it looks like, but................
CAMERAAAAAA :(
(but it's ok, hopefully it'll come by this weekend.)
anyway, i told the waitress this time to make it less spicy because last time, i almost died.
did she listen? no. typical.
so this time, i wasn't the only one who almost died. brian, even with his malfunctioning taste buds, almost died of spiciness.
my stomach suffered horribly last night.
hopefully, me not fitting into my jeans with just sheer stockings is because of this. (but that doesn't make sense...)
anyway,
another update. so on the subway yesterday, sheldon and i were talking about what we were going to do during feb when everyone is practically gone. sheldon brought up the possibility of going to CAMBODIA and my eyes lit up. i've been wanting to go to cambodia since i first planned on coming to korea. i even talked to one of the natives via facebook and told her my idea and she was excited.
after discussing the costs of airplane tickets and such (freaking expensive), sheldon brought up the idea of using mileage points!! genius.
problem:
1. i have a little over 30,000 miles accumulated. i need 40,000 to get a free round-trip.
2. i can get some miles transferred over to my account from my mom or dad's, but... i'd need to ask them for their account number, passport number, blah blah all that hectic stuff... let alone ask them if i... could.... go......
but if all goes well, i'm planning on leaving on the 16th and coming back on the 19th. something like that.
[update] MY DAD SAID YESSSSS!!!! eeeeheeeeeekwjerlkwf who wants to go with me.
now i just need to ask my mother. but that'll be ok.
and then... shots..... i think.... omg i hope not.
[update#2] MY MOM SAID YESSSSSS!!!!! and i asked tina cho to go with me and she's super excited to ask her mom!!! HOPE SHE SAYS YES!!!
CAMBOOOO, i miss you so. kidsssss, i miss you so. mission teammm, i miss you so.
angkor wat
durian, one of my favorite fruits (minus the deathly smell.)
view from our dorm rooms
my 9th grade gurrrls
the little boy i fell in flove with.
i really hope i can go and catch up with dara and his older sister bom.
*note: dara's now an aspiring model in cambodia. i laugh.
in support.
story: so on the 2nd to last day of missions, i got a huge stomach pain. huge. i had to walk with my back bent 90 degrees. during the first few hours, everyone thought i was a big oba queen.. but it went to the point where i couldn't sleep and even though i poo-ed and released gas (excuse me) and everything during the night, this piercing pain didn't go away. by this time, we were back in phnom penh...
and there were hospitals available, sooooo the next day, while my whole team got to go shopping for souvenirs and eat good food, i had to go to the hospital with my leader robin im and bom and get shots on my butt/have an IV stuck in my arm for a few hours (leading me to have the driest mouth in the world and pee every 10 minutes with robin following me to the bathroom with my IV stand). while i was crying, scared out of my pants because of the needles, bom just laughed and called me a coward. "omg.. she hates me. she probably thinks i'm such a stupid little girl from america who can't handle crap."
bom: you know... you crying because of needle, but i got surgery last week because i rode motorcycle and accident and i broke my collar bone. why you crying?? it's so stupid!
me: hahahaa...ha... (freak, she hates me!!)
"i even talked to one of the natives via facebook..."
that was her. she still remembers me because of this and now, i don't regret going through that excruciating pain (not that i had a choice...).
I CANNOT WAIIIIIITTTTT
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