thus begins da fromage

i’m not sure if people know this about me, but i loooooooove cheese. i am pretty sure luzzy is disgusted and gagging even from just the mention of cheese, but i loves it! it’s one of the best things in the world. for my 13th (14th?) birthday, my best friend Julie bought me a stick of cheddar as a part of my present. best. present. evarrrrr! harhar i just looked up the world’s list of cheese (lol france has their own seperate page), and i decided to make it my life purpose to try every single type of cheese there is before i die! =is determined=

so far in my life i have eaten only a small selection of cheese:

1. singles slices (blehh processed!) cheese – best for grilled cheese sandwiches
2. cheddar – goes well sliced with crackers, or sometimes grapes?
3. swiss – heavenly, with ham and in sandwiches
4. brie – supposed to go well with bread (baguette!) but oscar and i ate it by itself.. very light, and soft
5. some type of goat cheese and blue cheese – had it on pizza at hell’s kitchen, quite strong! a little sickening after a while lol
6. feta – herro greek salad!

such a small list… but i am still young! there’s time to try other cheeses! the world is my cheese :love: anyway… i remember walking into the carrefour in france with Oscar, and instead of their deli/meat section they have a cheese section, with a fromager and EVERYTHING. omgz. *drool*

*sigh* i hope to make more entries about cheese, i’m not sure why i never made it a goal before, since i love cheese so much. what kind of cheese have you had? and what do you eat with it?

ethnocentrism

today i browsed a personal blog, i won’t name names, but this person said that one language/culture is the best language/culture ever, and that anyone who thinks overwise must be caucasian, korean, or chinese. and i thought, HEYYYYYYYY THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I’M LEARNING ABOUT. ethnocentric assholes!! it’s not even their own culture, which is annoying. and one of my pet peeves. i often can’t connect with people who are always always always obsessed a cultures and almost think they are from that culture because they are so obsessed with it… not to say i dislike people who appreciate cultures other than their own, but those people who do it in such a way that it’s CREEPY. like saying it is better than absolutely everything else, including their own culture. i think that’s the saddest part, when you lose touch with your own culture and roots because you were too busy with something else. this is very chinese of me, but i enjoy my heritage! especially the food and traditions… i don’t believe it is better than any other cultures, but i believe in sharing experiences, instead of ranking them. after all, sharing is caring and societies based on sharing are a lot more peaceful than those that are based on private ownership.

hmmm while we’re on the topic of different roots… i remember reading this book by cara lockwood, where the protagonist is an asian girl talked about white guys who have developed a taste for asians because they think we’re “exotic”… a lot of times i find that very funny when i see it in real life, but then it becomes disturbing because asian women become this fantasy rather than considered as a real woman… it’s strange! this works in a lot of ways, not just with caucasian guys and asian women, but i’m just using this as an example.

bah. i should get back to reading… or i’m going to fail my midterm today >_<

totally random: little people !!!

words become alphabets

i was reading my anthroplogy text, the linguistics section.  this one sentence says “Names for items get simpler as they become common and important. A television has become a TV, an automobile a car, and a digital video disc a DVD.”

and i was all, THAT’S WHAT DVD STOOD FOR?

and now i feel like a retard because I don’t know what VHS stands for, and I work in an electronics place.

i’m such a joke .__.

poodle exercise

will be working out to this video from now on!

source

mongolian warnings

yesterday we went to stanley park. walked around. luzzy and bruce biked. then we decided to go eat mongolian bbq. i’ve never had it before, so i really enjoyed the process of getting my food made. it’s much like a subway where you line up and choose ingredients for yourself, except instead of a bun you get a bowl, and instead of someone putting it in for you, you get to add your own portions (ex. the guys chose a full bowl of MEAT and a few pieces of vegetables…)

the most fun (and consequently the worst) part of the entire meal is perhaps adding your own sauce. there is a big selection of sauce ingredients like mongo pau, mongo wine, ginger, garlic, hot pepper, honey lemon etc. little did i know that following the recipe on the chart would result in BURNING, A LOT OF BURNING IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. i was greedy and added two big spoonfuls of hot pepper because the chart said to add two. and once my food was cooked (on a giant hot pan, by a guy with huge chopstick things) i gracefully sat down and started eating. i should’ve sniffed my food first and noticed that the color was rather red, because by the time i put the food into my mouth i was all, hey why can’t i taste the food OH CRAP IT IS SO HOT I HAVE NO FEELINGS LEFT IN MY TONGUE.

ok maybe the eating part wasn’t so bad, but i had eaten so much by the end of the night i had a hard time sleeping. when i woke up and my throat was on fire, it was so dry, water did little to aid the pain. then this morning i wake up and had to run to the bathroom and even though it’s been more than 12 hours since the meal, i am still having tummy aches now and then :(

if only i had a warning T_T !!!!!!!!! ROAR =flames come out of mouth=

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