So. I've been trying to eat healthier as of late. My mom's been giving me grief that I moved up to a size 32 waistline (I mean, really, 31 is fine, but I like to take my pants off when I'm at home, so you can understand why I'd want a looser fit when I'm forced to wear pants [damn you, society!]), so I took the criticisms to heart. Less burritos, less southern fried chicken, less In-n-Out and more chicken caesar flatbread chopped salad.

Anyways, my stomach is totally wrecked today. Like, really bad. Like, the worst it's been since I moved here. It ppppaaaiiiinnsss me. What did I have for lunch? Spaghetti at Fillipi's ... that must be it.

Interestingly enough, when Max and I went there yesterday to pick up some food, we overheard a girl complaining to the manager that she found a used band-aid in her water.

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Han Pyun, are you happy that I've stopped writing about work-related posts?

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Mmm... Chae Yeon:

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I don't know what's come over me, but I got a severe case of wanderlust over this past weekend ... but for Korea. I guess watching some of those old Korean videos made me remember what a good time I had in Korea.

I don't particularly know what it is about Korea that leaves such a positive impression in my mind - when I was there the last time, I was teaching high schoolers for at least 9-10 hours a day ... but I really enjoyed it (in retrospect). There's no one thing in my mind that was enjoyable about Korea ... it was just the little things.

Taking the subway. Getting caught in huge crowds while transferring between busy lines. Walking in the crowded markets of Dongdaemoon. Finding little restaurants on the dirty street of Sinchon. Catching a whiff of that wonderful Korean BBQ by Hong-ik university. Eye candy in Apgu. Refreshing boba and pat bing su. Late night deliveries of jja-jaa-myung and jjambbong. Watching the old white-collar guys getting drunk and start hitting on girls that could be young enough to be their daughters. Seeing ahjummas walking around, gossiping. The ever-friendliness of fast-food restaurant workers (they greet you as come into the store ... really). Hearing the #1 pop song every street until it just subconsciously becomes a part of you (Boa's #1 was that song the last time I was there). Kicking yourself on the days when it starts raining and vendors appear out of nowhere to sell you overpriced umbrellas. Trying to overhear the conversation of the gregarious artsy-types coming back from a party on the subway. Wondering if the person walking front of me with the long hair, stylish purse (or murse) is a guy or girl ...

Alas, I miss it . I should go back.