A loser. A loser who has no idea what she wants to do in her life and is completely lost in a world where success and achievement is measured by how much money you make or if you settled down with “the one”. Unfortunately, I don’t have either so it’s really hard for me not to compare myself with those who have a steady job or those who have someone to lean on during hard times.
Every time I browse on Facebook at night, I come across photos or videos of Daechang (beef big intestines) sizzling on the grill. My stomach starts to growl uncontrollably and my pillow starts to get drenched with drool as I watch the meat cook and ooze with oil. Daechang is my second favorite part of the cow, after chadol, and I always crave it. I dream of jumping into a pool of daechang and eating my way through. My cravings only intensified when I watched one of my favorite Kpop singer, Hwasa, eating gopchang (beef small intestines) in the “I Live Alone” show. After her appearance in the show, everyone flocked to the closest gopchang restaurants they could find and started a gopchang movement. Gopchang was sold out all over South Korea. Not only did she have an effect in Korea, the movement also travelled to SoCal. I went on a hunt to find a gopchang store near me but the closest one I was able to find was Ahgassi Gopchang which is located in Koreatown, Los Angeles. I wanted to find somewhere closer in OC and after many attempts, I failed to find one. Dejected, I crawled back into my bed and went back to Facebook to look longingly at the beautiful daechangs. However, a week later, I saw on my friend’s Instagram Story of gopchangs and I immediately DM’ed her asking where she was. She was at Haksan (now known as Song Hak) and it was located in Cerritos. I immediately made a decision to go and on that same week, I dragged that same friend to Song Hak.
“Why would you want to go to pop up museums when you can go hiking and appreciate Mother Nature.” My coworker’s eyes were full of silent judgement that was making a hole in my head when I told him that I was going to The Pizza Experience. It’s a pop up museum solely dedicated to pizza. I laughed and replied “Well yes hiking is fun too but it’s more fun to take photos of these rooms than nature. Also pop up museums is what makes life and Los Angeles more enjoyable.”
Currently, it’s 2:35 am and I’m at Wi Spa writing this blog entry. Why am I not sleeping right now? Good question. There’s this particular old geezer who won’t stop choking and snoring while he’s sleeping. I tried countless times to go back to sleep but his watery choke-snoring woke me up each friggin time… I swear if I have a husband who snores I won’t hold myself back and I’m just going to plug his nose and cover his mouth. And if he continues to snore then he’s going to get kicked out of the bedroom and will spend the rest of his nights at the living room. Honestly, I just want to go home but I can’t because my house is currently being treated with termite fumigation. The termites kicked my family out and we’re currently spending the night at Wi Spa.
I’m not really a coffee person. Coffee leaves a nasty aftertaste in my mouth and honestly, they taste like dirt… Really bitter dirt. So I’m not a coffee snob whatsoever. However, coffee cafes are the best place to work on my blog and portfolio. So this past week, I spent most of time in various cafes throughout OC and LA. I’ll be listing the cafes in order from best to worst.
“NOOO! Don’t trash it!” I vividly remember begging my mom not to trash our old vacuum cleaner as I clung onto it as if my life depended on it. I was only two years old back then but I had a really strong attachment to it. The dingy old vacuum cleaner was one of the few friends I had during that time. I was the only child and I kept myself entertained by befriending with inanimate objects that can’t talk and have no soul. But in the eyes of a two year old, these objects were able to talk to me about their life and feelings. And the thought of me being separated with them tore me apart. But… in the end, my mom succeeded in throwing away the vacuum cleaner and I cried the whole day until my mom bought me a huge teddy bear to make it up to me. My dear old friend disappeared from my mind and I continued my life as a two year old.
If you ever went to school in the US, you know that the school lunches were the worst. When kids in Korea ate rice with donkatsu, everyone else in the US had to eat dog food. We ate pizzas that tasted like marinated cardboard and chicken gravy with mashed potatoes that looked like someone threw up from eating too much oatmeal and milk. So of course, I decided to save my lunch money and starved at lunch rather than eating foods from the nightmare realm. You would think that I’m joking but trust me, school lunches in America was and still is BAD. But there were rare instances on Fridays, we had Smucker’s Uncrustables. Everywhere I went, everyone was eating the Uncrustables with so much happiness and joy. Everyone loved it. They worshipped it. For some people, Uncrustables was the epitome of childhood memories. But as for me, it was nothing more than a perfect round object that could be used to slap someone annoying in the face LOL.