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| When will I see you again?
You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said,
No final kiss to seal any sins,
I had no idea of the state we were in,
I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,
And a wandering eye,
And a heaviness in my head,
But don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,
When was the last time you thought of me?
Or have you completely erased me from your memory?
I often think about where I went wrong,
The more I do, the less I know,
But I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,
And a wandering eye,
And a heaviness in my head,
Gave you the space so you could breathe,
I kept my distance so you would be free,
In hope that you'd find the missing piece,
To bring you back to me,
But don't you remember?
Why don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,
When will I see you again? | | |
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| In kindergarten and elementary school, my report cards have always said something about my impatience.
Sadly, it's still one of my negative personality traits. I've tried and tried, and I've learned to relax and go with the flow a lot more now.
One thing I'm quite impatient for is falling in love. I know that's the wrong attitude to take! I don't want to fall in love with just anyone. But I suppose I'm frustrated with my experiences in the last year or so. Love is one thing that shouldn't be rushed, and my impatience rushed me through all of them.
I need to exercise more self control and restraint, and just take my time. I don't want anymore emotional baggage. | | |
| I love food. I love to eat. I love to cook. I love to eat what I cook. I like to eat what other people cook. I like to cook for other people. It gives me ego boosts when they have a pleasant look on their faces. I'm not sure what started this whole love of food. I used to be a picky eater as a child. I hated green peppers, brussel sprouts, spinach (because of the lingering feeling in my mouth), and of course, bitter melon (which I still refuse to eat).
Growing up in Taiwan, eating Taiwanese food still gives me that nice warm feeling, although it's no longer the staple cuisine in my diet. When I moved to Vancouver, I was exposed to western foods and delicious Japanese food. I swear, Vancouver has the second best Japanese food in the world after Japan itself (I'll give some credit to parts of Cali and New York). I used to want to try to make my own breakfast, so I started off by learning how to fry an egg. Occasionally, my mom would let me help her stir fry the veggies in the pan. High school came, and this is where my food exploration really began. I became obsessed with the Food Network. I took a cooking class at school. I learned about different foods.
One summer, I went to France for two weeks and stayed in Dijon (yes, the home of Dijon mustard). There, I tried so many different things. I fell in love with food and the boys. I returned home with dried herbs de provence, a jar of locally produced Dijon moutarde, and some delicious Bonne Maman Coigne.
I've had my share of failures. I had to take care of myself a couple of summers during high school. Let's just say I've mixed weird flavours and burned and set things on fire in the kitchen. But it's all part of the learning experience. I'm just glad to say that I haven't hurt myself too seriously with a knife yet. *Knocks on wood*
Now that I'm in my final year of university, I've had to cook for myself for 3 years (first year was getting fat off cafeteria junk). I've certainly learned and experimented an awful lot. Cooked some fantastic meals with friends, and definitely developed a specialty in pasta.
I'm at the point in my life where I know, or I think I know what kind of future I want for myself, both in my career and personal life. I can already visualize my dream kitchen. I suppose the point of this blog is to declare my love for food because I'm getting the midnight munchies but I shouldn't be eating at this hour. In reality, everytime I have a personal crisis or a stressor in my life, I turn to two things: cleaning, and FOOD. I usually opt for the latter. It's been a tough week for me and I will continue to be stressed (mainly school stuff) for the next few weeks. I just want to lose myself cooking in the kitchen or spending time with my guy. I can't wait till school is out, till I find myself a job, and start enjoying the summer on patios with a cold beer, a fresh salad, and some crab cakes. I like crab cakes too much.
P.S. I apologize for the absence on Xanga folks, not that many people were really reading my posts to begin with. But for the ones that did, and are, thanks! | | |
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