I want a burrito...

I love Korean food, but I could really go for a burrito right about now. Yummy. Burritos are delicious. Burritos are definately on my top 10 list of favorite foods. I've only seen one Mexican restaurant so far. When we passed by it, I said, "Ooh, Mexican food. Yum..." I said pretty slow and loud to make it really clear what I was saying. I immediately looked over to my cousin, who was driving, to see if he got the hint. I guess I didn't speak slowly or loudly enough, because he just kept on driving. I felt so defeated.

Enough about burritos... I'm just hungry right now... I have an important announcement to make: I'm not sweating right now!!! Yesterday was a whole other story. I was chillin' outside on a stairway, chit-chatting with Cheddie, eating a popsicle, and all the while beads of sweat were dripping all over my face!!! They were have a race on my face!!! I wasn't even that hot... I was eating a popsicle for heavens sake!!! I amaze myself.

Stupid Korean Lady...

Yesterday, Jamie, Cheddie, Ji-Youn, and I went shopping in an area called Mi-Gum. On our way back to the subway, we had to cross a really busy intersection and across the way I could see and hear this little girl crying like a madman.

Oh man, I am dripping with sweat right now. I'm so hot. Kill me now.

As we crossed the street we realized the girl was all alone!!! She wanted to cross the street, but she was too scared or something, so she just kept on crying and pointing and saying "mommy." It was pretty strange because we were in the middle of such a busy area, yet no one stopped to help this poor thing. So, dun, dun, dun, duhhhhhh... my sisters, cousin, and I came to the rescue.

We asked her where her mom was and we held her hand to calm her down. She kept pointing across the street, so that's where we started walking.

Yay, Cheddie turned on a fan, I'm not so hot anymore.

Once we reached the other side of this street, this lady came over to us and was like, "where were you (to the girl)? where was she (to us)?" But, she wasn't panicked or worried or happy or anything. She didn't even seem to care that her daughter was lost in the middle of a crazy intersection or that a stranger (me) was carrying her across the street. What the heck? Stupid Korean lady.

Shut up, Meh-mee's...

Well, it's around 8:30am... I've been awake for around 2 hours. I guess I'm kinda jet lagged. So far, I've been sweating non-stop. For real. Even in the air-conditioned buildings, I'm still sweating. My poor body. I think Djana and Eric can feel me on this one.

Yesterday, I went to my aunt's house. Apparently, my uncle is a pretty famous artist, so they have a hecka nice house. Hmmm... I was going to start describing just how nice it is, but I'm too damn hot to think. Besides, this uncle doesn't even feel like family. I don't want to waste any more time thinking about him.

Man, blogs are so boring. I dread having to post things up here every couple of days. It's so stupid. I hardly even told anyone I have this thing. It's really weird because I want lots of people to know I have a blog, yet, at the same time I don't want anyone to read it. I'm basically letting the whole world read my diary if they wanted to. It's not like I'm putting anything too personal up here, but I still. It's crazy.

The meh-mee's are so loud here... umm, meh-mee's are these bugs that make a really loud rattling noise. There's a name for them in English, but I don't know how to spell it and this thing isn't allowing me to use spell-check, so just take my word for it. All day long, everywhere you go, you can hear them, but you can't see them anywhere. Sneaky little boogers. Not only are they sneaky, but they're ugly as hell. If you're lucky enough to finally spot one, you'll probably run away, screaming like a little girl. Oh, yes, like a little girl.

The sound of meh-mee's will always remind me of Korea. You want to know what else will always remind me of Korea? The smell of sewage. Yup, that's right, sewage. There's nothing like the smell of crap and polution to bring back fond memories of Korea. hahahaha. You know, New York has meh-mee's and the sewage smell I'm talking about. I guess NY is the American Seoul... it's probably because they have the same summer weather... hot, humid, muggy...

Oh, I'm going to get a cell phone soon. I'll email it out to some of you guys soon, okay? My hecka, hecka nice aunt (not the one married to the artist) is going to take me to the cell phone shop today.

One more thing before I leave... that aunt of mine who is married to that one dude (ugh, the "artist) said that I look like her!!! How dare she compare herself to me. Shoot. Don't flatter yourself, lady. Hey, Mommy, I say you give her a call and tell her that I look like you and Daddy. Okay? Thanks. I don't know why I'm so bitter... she's a nice person and all. Whatever. I guess she wants someone to look like her because relatively ugly daughter looks like her husband. puahahahahahaha. I'm so mean. But, what you call "mean," I call "the truth." Puahahahahaha.