Props

The highlight of my day was teaching my main bud Louis to give me props. Hearing that 5 year old Korean voice exclaim "props!" while his tiny fist punches mine, is utterly entertaining - I couldn't stop laughing. It's hard to get the full comedic effect without actually seeing it, but imagine a miniature, Korean version of James Dean (but slightly cooler, and definitely more obsessed with Power Rangers) giving you props. Yeah, pretty funny.

Today was a good day, despite a terrible lunch experience - the first of my random menu ordering episodes to go totally wrong. I had a major craving for...soup...but this time it didn't work out so well. Instead of delicious spicy beef, I received a big, honkin bowl of milky-coloured broth smelling of boiled pork, in the worst way possible. I actually gagged a little when it arrived to the table.

I gave the dish a stir to view the contents, and it was the usual: cooked pork, onions, a bit of rice, tiny blobs of oil, OK, not that bad. I'm starving so I might as well just - but that's when I saw it. The long, tubular, just-off-skin-colour piece of something poking through the surface of the oily broth. And suddenly, there were more. An onslaught of misshapen meaty-looking bits floated to the top of my bowl, unidentitified animal parts staring up at me in a desperate attempt to seem edible. In reality, every one of them screamed 'organ tissue!'. Ughhh. I gagged again and pushed the bowl away.

So, instead I feasted on the few sides of kimchi scattered around my table, and grabbed a diet coke on my way back to school to tide me over till dinner. I kinda lost my appetite by that point anyway; forget diet plans and weight loss pills, Jenny Craig has nothin on that dish.