Ah, food.

Pause whatever you’re doing, and ask the person nearest you what they’re thinking about (call someone if you have to).

“Food.”

Ah, food.

Who doesn’t think about it? I mean, really. You may be super thin or super health conscious, but at one time or the other, we all think about those mouth watering substances—whatever they may be—that will soon find their way into our bellies.

Dinner just actually finished an hour ago, and since we had a guest come over, I am now contentedly stuffed. We had barbeque, chadolbagi, and shanghai lumpia. For dessert was s’mores, cake, and ice cream. That was a lot, now that I think about. But, yay! So, since I don’t have anything else to say, and since I still have the time, and since I’m guessing some of the words I just mentioned earlier sound perfectly foreign to you, let’s discuss the food!

Now that I look them over, you probably don’t need any details of barbeque, s’mores, cake, or ice cream, so let’s go to chadolbagi and shanghai lumpia.

Chadolbagi: We first discovered it when my sister started tutoring Korean students that were in our country. It’s like bacon, only thinner, and… I guess… healthier? Why do I say that? Well, according to my sister, chadolbagi uses fewer preservatives, and it’s eaten (usually) wrapped in lettuce leaves, with onions and other veggies, and dipped into sesame oil with salt and pepper. Blegh. I hope you understood that. I realize now how hard it is to describe food.

Shanghai Lumpia: It’s a Filipino cuisine. …. I think? Just checked google, and yes, it is. Hm. It’s ground meat, mixed with other ingredients (varies according to taste, my sister adds chopped onions and carrots), rolled in flour and fried! Again, I apologize with how sucky my descriptions are.

Ha. I did it. I would post pictures, but I’m still not sure on how I could credit them, and whether it would be alright to use them. Anybody wanna help me with that? 🙂

April 3

5:28 PM

The sun is setting on our tiny Asian country. Problem is, it’s setting a bit too warmly. Scratch that. It isn’t a bit. I could swear that every pore of body is oozing out sweat right now, which is kind of a disgusting thought.

It would be better for me to get in the air conditioned buildings, but I have a responsibility to take care of, and so am stuck in this oven-hot area. Just a little bit more, and I can almost feel my body melt.

6:31 PM

Responsibility taken care of, and dinner is safely in my stomach. I still have a two hour bus ride to catch, but I can’t bear to get on it. I don’t think I can keep my food in. I’m feeling a little bit dizzy right now. So I’ll pass time in this restaurant first, until my stomach’s fit for travelling, and maybe get my creative juices flowing.

But what are you doing two hours away from home, you ask? Well, I’m actually applying for this scholarship and one of the requirements, I had to come get. So I travelled in over-perfumed cars, walked through dusty roads, rode in over cramped transits, and gone through a generally boiling hot city to get said requirement, and guess I what? They didn’t give it to me.

So what did I do? I smiled. And it actually helps, as I’ve found out earlier today. I usually freak out and ruin my whole day when things go wrong, but I didn’t, awhile ago. And I think it’s because I simply smiled. I felt lighter, and I think it actually helped keep the frustration in.

Come to think of it, I remember my friend asking me once, “Do you smile because you’re happy, or are you happy because you smile?”I went with the former, of course. But no, she said—or actually, her psychology prof told her—it was the latter. People are happy because they smile. It made no sense. Until earlier today.

So now I end my entry of complaints and what-not, since I still have a bus to catch.

Prized Possession: Little Reader

Again, I was brought to shame when I read my latest blog–in which I had promised to update regularly. It’s a few months from then, and I haven’t kept that promise. “Promises are meant to be broken,” they say. And how true that is for me.

I’ve come across the daily prompt of wordpress earlier today, and something just sparked up. I remember reading that the best way to be a better writer is to keep writing something–anything–for a day, and since I’ve got a lot of dreams, I guess it’s time I follow that advice. But maybe every other day will do. Ha.

So, the question.

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it?

I’ve got six siblings, all of them one or two year apart from the other. I was the only one who grew up with no one to play with. I was born five years after my older sister, and my younger sister was born five years after me. By the time I was playing catch and hide and seek, my sister was too busy putting make-up, and my younger sister was too busy crying in her crib.

Hours were spent alone, obviously. I had to find a way to entertain myself. Only, now that I think about it, my entertainment didn’t come from toys (since I destroyed them all to quickly), or playmates (since I had none), but from books. What a little nerd I was. A cute one though, I have to say ;). I would spend hours flipping through encyclopedias of animals, or arts, or solving the kids puzzles in the math books. Sometimes, I also opened the Bible Story, and I often got frustrated when I realized the volumes 8 and 9 missing.

So! Yes. I was incredibly attached to books as a child, and yes, I was a bit of a nerd way back then. But I have to say I am very thankful for it.