I went to a work pot luck this weekend. Being the only Taiwanese, I was asked to bring something authentic. I pondered a bit, but authentic to me would be bringing rice stick with pigs blood. I thinkwhat they meant was to bring something from Rickshaws Corner. So I decided to make pot stickers. I like them really crispy so I made full on effort to get them golden on all three sides and crispy once removed from the pan. Everyone was pleased with the pot stickers and so impressed that I actually made something 'cuz they know I didn't cook. I knew they would like it, every body loves pot stickers. Then they asked me what I put in it? um.. oil? oh wait, did I buy the pork and leeks or the chicken and leeks? I responded pork and leeks. Gosh, did these people think I made the pot stickers themselves? I mean, when I said I made them I DID, the same way my mom showed me. I didn't have the heart to tell them I didn't make them the way they thought I did. but I cooked them ok!!
Monday, September 27, 2004
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Double booked
It was a Wednesday night and I sat at the bar at TGIF's sipping on my Tropicolada, allowing the alcohol to infuse my brain cells. The buzz must have taken me to another wordly dimension because a vision came to my mind... my jean jacket on a hanger with another jacket over it!! The mystery was solved! I had double booked my hanger and fogotten about it! I'm so excited, one item crossed off the list of the lost.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Where is it?
Where is my frigging jean jacket? Why do I keep losing things? Has anyone seen a CK jean jacket laying around? I'm one of those dysfunctional peple that get pre-occupied with lost items. I can't function until I find it! or till I forget that I lost it. grr...
Monday, September 13, 2004
Bikram
Going home was the highlight of my year. Got to see my friends, eat lots, check out JW's new pad and new car and SS's new car and PG's new car and bike. sigh, and I just got back from the car shop who claimed my rotors are warped. He's the warped one, freak, he's the one who worked on them in January. F-er.
I can't get over how much better food is up there and cheaper!! I got to check out what LuLu Lemon is all about, then left with 3 pairs of shorts and a Dry-fit T. Got to check out what Bikram Yoga is about then had a close encounter with the Yoga Nazi. Bikram Yoga is basically Yoga performed in a room heated to about 40C? The room is carpeted, there's only two small windows which the guy opens on the rare occasion. Anyhow, the Yogi nearly bit this chicks head off when she was unable to perform a back bend his way because of back pain. "if you can't do it then lay down"he snaps, the girl responds "I was taught to do it this way instead." Yoga Nazi "well this is my class" 10 minutes laters " which Yoga College did you attend? what kind of yoga?" the guy was interrogating her in front of the whole class. That was just rude, in addition, to his non-stop talking for 90 minutes which made me feel as if I was at an auction or a race track
"Now BREATH BREATH BREATH and STRETCH STRETCH STRECH, feel your arm REACH REACH REACH, NOW step LEFT foot to the LEFT to the LEFT to the LEFT and TURN TURN TURN"
HD's thoughts 'would you just SHUT THE FUCK UP??'
Maybe if he tried to perform some of the moves he's describing he wouldn't have to talk so much. Unfortunately I was too dehydrated to speak and sweat was dripping all over me. Plus he was drenched in his own sweat and the last thing I wanted was for him to come over and drag me out. Actually, I was with my friends and I didn't want to embarrass them. Besides the Yoga Nazi, the exercise was rather refreshing and my skin was glowing after my shower!! Would I do it again? yes, but I may have to shoot the Nazi first and voluntarily deodorize their carpet for them. When my left foot stepped off the yoga mat onto the carpeted floor, I saw sweat drip off the arch of my foot into the carpet. I wondered how many other pairs of sweaty feet am I stepping over. ew...
I can't get over how much better food is up there and cheaper!! I got to check out what LuLu Lemon is all about, then left with 3 pairs of shorts and a Dry-fit T. Got to check out what Bikram Yoga is about then had a close encounter with the Yoga Nazi. Bikram Yoga is basically Yoga performed in a room heated to about 40C? The room is carpeted, there's only two small windows which the guy opens on the rare occasion. Anyhow, the Yogi nearly bit this chicks head off when she was unable to perform a back bend his way because of back pain. "if you can't do it then lay down"he snaps, the girl responds "I was taught to do it this way instead." Yoga Nazi "well this is my class" 10 minutes laters " which Yoga College did you attend? what kind of yoga?" the guy was interrogating her in front of the whole class. That was just rude, in addition, to his non-stop talking for 90 minutes which made me feel as if I was at an auction or a race track
"Now BREATH BREATH BREATH and STRETCH STRETCH STRECH, feel your arm REACH REACH REACH, NOW step LEFT foot to the LEFT to the LEFT to the LEFT and TURN TURN TURN"
HD's thoughts 'would you just SHUT THE FUCK UP??'
Maybe if he tried to perform some of the moves he's describing he wouldn't have to talk so much. Unfortunately I was too dehydrated to speak and sweat was dripping all over me. Plus he was drenched in his own sweat and the last thing I wanted was for him to come over and drag me out. Actually, I was with my friends and I didn't want to embarrass them. Besides the Yoga Nazi, the exercise was rather refreshing and my skin was glowing after my shower!! Would I do it again? yes, but I may have to shoot the Nazi first and voluntarily deodorize their carpet for them. When my left foot stepped off the yoga mat onto the carpeted floor, I saw sweat drip off the arch of my foot into the carpet. I wondered how many other pairs of sweaty feet am I stepping over. ew...
Friday, September 03, 2004
MoVeD
I moved again , for the 10th zillion time. This might just be a hidden disease that I've not yet discovered. Perhaps I'm so accustomed to moving throughout my life that i'm incapable of staying in one place for too long. The longest I've ever stayed in a resident was 7 years, shortest was 3 months. This is starting to sound like a relationship. I think the number of times I moved might actually equate to the number of guys I dated. I wonder if there is a similarity with the length of time with each house/relationship too?
Anyhow, I managed to pack my whole life's worth into the back of a caravan and moved it all in one trip. THERE it was, all my belonging in a car. It seems so insignificant. But once I started to unpack I realized how much stuff I had. Unfortunately most of it were books, I have to get a book shelf the size of my closet just to unpack those books. The room is also very small, I would have to strategically arrange my furniture (or lack of) to fit everything in. Once I squeeze in a queen size bed my room will be one big trampoline, how fun. I can bounce out of bed and into the bathroom every morning.
Anyhow, the move was rather unsettling. I've moved too many times since coming down here. The next time I move, I'm moving to the carribeans (there's a story to that to follow later).
Anyhow, I managed to pack my whole life's worth into the back of a caravan and moved it all in one trip. THERE it was, all my belonging in a car. It seems so insignificant. But once I started to unpack I realized how much stuff I had. Unfortunately most of it were books, I have to get a book shelf the size of my closet just to unpack those books. The room is also very small, I would have to strategically arrange my furniture (or lack of) to fit everything in. Once I squeeze in a queen size bed my room will be one big trampoline, how fun. I can bounce out of bed and into the bathroom every morning.
Anyhow, the move was rather unsettling. I've moved too many times since coming down here. The next time I move, I'm moving to the carribeans (there's a story to that to follow later).
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