I choo-choo-choose you!

Ahhh, Valentine's Day. A day that's never really meant that much to me. It was so much better back in the day when everyone would bring cards shaped as hearts with cheesy cartoon's on them and lots of chocolates.

Today I was brought back to those o'so simple times during our Valentine's Day preschool party. We decorated envelopes and then each kid gave each other chocolates (apparently they don't do Valentine's cards here, they just skip straight to the chocolates). The challenging part of the day was only allowing them to have one chocolate before leaving school as we don't need them on a sugar high for the rest of the afternoon.

Of course most of the kids brought in an extra large chocolate for their teachers. So now I have 17 massive chocolate bars sitting in my apartment and, well, I'd like to say I won't eat them all at once. But they're just sitting there, looking at me, looking all yummy . . . "Eat me Allison" . . .

Keeping on the theme of 'yummy', Mark, Lyndsey, Karen and I spent a crazy, hardcore Friday night at the #1 party spot - Cosco. Well, so it wasn't exactly crazy, but it was damn exciting. All kinds of food you can't get in Bundang, including (drumroll please) . . . cheese! If cheese was my new religion, Cosco would be my church.

Saturday afternoon was spent releasing some pent up frustration . . . with a 9mm semi-automatic handgun. Don't worry, I only hit a target on some paper but, damn, it was cool. I shot ten rounds but, sadly, my accuracy was only 56%. I don't think I'll be duck hunting any time soon.

After the shooting range it was off to the bowling alley, one of the few in Korea. The first two games was all typical Allison - the memories of bowling in high school flooded back to me. Basically, I sucked. Then, just like in high school, I found my beloved pink ball (yeah, the lighter one that kids use) and the game was on baby! Just when I think there's nothing left in me to give, that I'm all used up, I find some strength within and bring it back. 6 spares in a row, followed by a strike, then another spare, and then - that's right - another strike. Move over Tony Danza - I'm the boss now! Sportsfans, it was a game to remember. Well, I'll remember it anyway . . .