Quotes


My daddy is so sweet :)

This weekend, I’m back home.  On Sunday mornings, my parents wake me up for home-made breakfast, sometimes biscuits or French toast or green onion egg pancakes, and we sit together around the little table in our sunlit breakfast room with cups of Jasmine tea.  We used to read newspapers (or ads, or the comics section for me), but we stopped buying those because they got too expensive.  After breakfast, my parents get ready for church, and I usually bum around (like I am now; I usually don’t go to their church, because it’s all in Chinese and talking about kids and marriage, so not only do I not understand most of it, the parts that I do understand won’t be applicable to me for at least another 2 years).  It’s a nice routine whenever I’m at home.

My mom is out of town this weekend, so it’s just me and my dad.  Though it definitely feels like we’re missing a part, it’s still nice to just hang out with daddy.  This morning, he made us some shao bing with pork sung for breakfast.

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My dad usually likes to put mayonnaise in his, and I don’t tend to eat mayonnaise so I always have mine without.  When we were starting to eat, he was inspecting his two shao bing, so I asked him if he was looking for something in particular (they looked the same to me, so I thought he was looking for some special indication of which one to eat first XD).  He told me that he had made one with mayonnaise and one without.  Thinking that we’d run out of mayo or he wanted to be healthier and not eat mayo in both, I asked him why he made one without.  He told me, “In case you want to eat another one.”

My daddy is so sweet ^ ^

He also went out and bought some canned chickpeas yesterday, because I had asked him on one of my typical whimsical cravings if he could make me hummus.  We only had materials for baba ghanoush (made of eggplant), so he actually bought the chickpeas and made me some hummus > <  It looks kind of like this.

And my mom has taken to texting me; I’m actually having a text conversation with her right now XD

I think I’m learning to appreciate my parents more and more as I get older… I think that’s a good thing :3

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Lately, I’ve been feeling a lot like the lyrics to some of the songs I’ve been listening to on and off on the radio.

I’m particularly feeling like these lyrics (especially the second half):

Still you call me to walk
On the edge of this world
To spread my dreams and fly
But the future’s so far
My heart is so frail
I think I’d rather stay inside

Good thing we get the chorus, despite feeling that way ^ ^

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And this one sometimes…

This part gives me hope :)

But I’m still a dreamer
A believer
Oh, I lost my faith in so many things
But I still believe in You
‘Cause You can make anything new

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Lastly, the song I couldn’t remember but waited until I found again before I felt right finishing this post.  I am in complete love with this song.

Can you hold me together?
Can your love reach down this far?
Can you hold me together?
‘Cause without You holding my heart
I’m falling apart

Random funny conversations I had with coworkers, because we’re bored like that.

The first one has a little bit of background and requires some knowledge of Japanese, but I’ll explain as I go.  One of my coworkers (who is super smart) knows a smattering of various languages (and frequently makes fun of me for not knowing enough of my own, but hey), so I felt at ease one day to thank him for helping me by typing 3Q.

Me: 3Q

Coworker: What?

Me: 3 = san (this is where you need to know Japanese, or Chinese works, too), Q =… well, q.  Like sankyuu.  Thank you?  (I learned this from someone else a while ago.)

Coworker: Doesn’t it make more sense for it to be 39? (3 = san, 9 = kyuu in Japanese)

Me:  …I guess so, but 3Q looks better than 39.  Besides, if you just said 39, people would be more confused.  3Q looks like it could stand for something.

So then more recently, I was thanking him for something again…

Me: 3Q… or 39 if you prefer.

Coworker:

Me: I hope I’m getting that right.  (Bulldozer =>dozer => dozo, which is sort of an informal “You’re welcome” in Japanese.  Yeah, it took me a while to get it.)

Coworker:  Me too.  Since we’re playing in bastardized pseudo-Japanese.

Me:  I think mine is a little less bastardized.

He was about to go home at the time, so he suddenly comes into the office asking, “You think that 39 is less bastardized than dozer?”  I told him that yes, I did.  We promptly had a brief discussion/argument about which one was less or more so, but he ended it with, “So you did get it, then.”  Yes, I did :P  Of course, my poor office mate was like, “What is going on?”  XD

Then as my office mate and I were leaving for the day, we ran into another coworker and started talking about microwaves on the floor (there’s only one public one, but some people have one in their office).  We parted ways with the other coworker and started saying (again) how we should get a microwave, a little toaster oven, maybe a grill, and stack them in this metal shelf thing we have taking up space in one corner.  They would probably fit between the shelves.  We already have a fridge, by the way, so this is like turning our office into a kitchen.

Me: We should get a Hibachi grill!

Office mate:  And we could bring some food, or some meat, and cook on the grill…

Me: Exactly.  On a Hibachi grill!  Or we can do barbecue.  And then people can come and eat and cook barbecue.

Office mate:  The only thing is that if you cook meat, there’s a smell, and it’ll be hanging around the office for a good while.

Me:  It’s okay, we can just use Febreeze.

Office mate: Oh yeah, Febreeze.

Me: Febreeze works for everything.  It’s like duct tape for air!

Yep.  And it’s true.  I really do think that about duct tape — and Febreeze.

I just heard this song last night, and I really liked it :D  Well, the first verse, anyways.  I didn’t hear the rest of the song yesterday XD  But I found it somehow, so here ya go~

If I could, I’d really like to send/dedicate this song to some friends I know who know how particularly that first verse feels, as much as or more than I do.  I think you know who you are :)

Do you wonder why you have to
Feel the things that hurt you?
If there’s a God who loves you, where is He now?

Maybe there are things you can’t see
And all those things are happening
To bring a better ending

Someday, somehow, you’ll see, you’ll see

Life is not a snapshot
It might take a little time,
But you’ll see the bigger picture

Today is March 16, which I heard for the first time on the radio is John 3:16 day :)  I’ve never thought of it before, but it seems like that radio station is really big on holidays XD  So am I, so it works out well.

They recommended that today, everyone share John 3:16 with at least one person.  Maybe it’s a little cheating for me to post it, but I think I’m too intimidated by strangers to talk to them in person T__T;;  But anyways, here is the verse.  I think that it’s probably one of the most famous, powerful, and fundamental verses.

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

— John 3:16 (NIV)

My dear friend Iris told me a few months ago that she has been recently starting to listen to Christian music.  Previously, she was pretty into K-Pop and up-to-date on a lot of that music.  (She knows like everything about everything media-related, I feel like.)

Before that, I rarely listened to Christian music, because it made me feel kind of… I’m not sure.  It was just an awkward, uncomfortable feeling, and I pinned it on the idea that a lot of them sounded like love songs, but they weren’t; at least, not in the typical way.  They weren’t romantic love songs to a significant other.  They were love songs to God.  And that just really weirded me out for some reason.  I mean, I always liked worship songs (at church), but not so much contemporary music.

After Iris told me that, I started listening more and more to Christian music.  I happily found that there are Christian radio stations, and Pandora also has Christian music.  And the funny thing is, I started to like a lot of the songs.

I think part of the reason I started moving towards this kind of music is because most of the music out there these days… well, some might be catchy, but most of them don’t really inspire a clean, righteous kind of life.  They make you want to go to a club and do some dirty dancing, and maybe at the end of the night you’ll be wasted enough to take a stranger home for activities you might not remember the next day, if you’re lucky.  Maybe that works for some people, but it’s really not my thing, and it’s not to me what a fulfilling life would be like.

I like to think that I can do something useful with my life — as useful as anyone could be, anyways.  Whether for self-fulfillment, happiness, a higher calling, God’s purpose, or just because, I’d like to be productive and bless others.  Normally, I do a terrible job, but it’s something I like to aspire to.  And I don’t think that many other people could truthfully say that they don’t want a purposeful life.  I don’t think many people enjoy wandering around aimlessly.  If nothing else, it’s sort of boring and repetitive.  You start wondering, “What’s the point?”

Anyways, sorry for the long locution at the potential expense of offending anyone who is not religious (or is of a different religion).  I just wanted to put up some songs that I heard recently that I like >__<  I think that, regardless of your beliefs, there is something beautiful, true, and touching in all of these songs.

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I took this link from my dear friend’s blog, where she posts a lot of really interesting stuff :)

As for the excerpt, I think that it is an amazing piece of writing.  It’s creative, thoughtful, sincere, and yet so easy to get in touch with and understand.  And I think that the message of it speaks to all of us and reminds us of something very important.

I’ve always been a grasper of time.  And I don’t mean grasping like understanding, I mean grabbing at it, like a little child reaching into the candy jar and trying to take as big a fistful of M&Ms as possible, even though only five fit in my hand, and getting frustrated as all the rest of them pass between my fingers or spill onto the floor.

For me, time makes me anxious, and I’ve long felt that my time might be short.  Not in a depressed way or anything, but more like… there just isn’t enough time in my life to do everything, especially with all the things you have to do to stay alive or support yourself (sleep, eat, go to work, study).  And I’ve wasted a lot of it being angry or sad or wishing for things that just can’t come true.  It’s something I need to work on, too.  I’ve needed a lot of help to eve get to this point XP

I often like to keep the things that people say about themselves or the way they view life in the back of my mind and take them out to roll around in my fingers from time to time.  One thing I remember, that I also try to live by, is something that same friend I mentioned once said.

I don’t remember the exact words, but she told me, “Life is too short to be angry.  I don’t bother being angry anymore.”  (Sorry if I totally butchered what you said, Tiffy.)  Anyways, I sometimes have a short temper, and I know it keeps me from enjoying things like I should — and it hurts me more than it hurts the person I’m mad at.  Lessons learned!

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt, and that it reminds you to savor every second :)

As promised, evidence of my escapades for Christmas XD;  There won’t be much text to this post other than explanation of the pictures.  Please enjoy the visual feast(?) :3

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Christmas Eve Breakfast (made by mom)

Final result:

Making of:





Christmas Gifts

Scarf for daddy.  The material is very pretty, isn’t it? ^ ^

Blanket for grandma.  The material is so cute and lovely~

We used two different clothes for the top and bottom, and then stacked them up to match the cuts.

Finished edge of the blanket.  The pink is from the bottom layer.





Christmas Dinner

Asparagus Roll-ups

Final result:

Making of:





Crab Corn Pudding

Final result:

Making of:





Cranberry Almond Salad

Final result:

Making of:





Twice-Cooked Coconut Shrimp

Final result:

Making of:





Sesame Green Beans

Final result:

Making of:





Chinese dishes


Tofu with “thousand year old” eggs and “fried” vegetable, topped with green onions.

Rice noodles with cabbage, mushrooms, and fried tofu :3

The fish, which looks a little sad by itself.

Fish with all the toppings: sauce, tofu, mushrooms.  Can’t even see the fish XD

Om nom nom, raw meats x__x

Daddy’s special “ko ro” (my pinyin is bad, I know), steaming the whole day.

And it’s done :3


Ham

Ham in the oven~

Cooked ham :3  Nom nom.


Tres Leches

Final result:

Making of:





Peppermint Ice Cream





Eggnog





For Santa

Yummy foods for Santa: grapefruit peels, kettle corn, and eggnog.

Santa’s leftovers XD





Christmas Breakfast/Brunch

Pumpkin Espresso





Christmas Omelettes

Ingredients: leftover ham, onion, green bell peppers, and tomatoes.

Pre-omelette :3  It is Christmas-y because of the green and red!

Omelette #1… TOTAL FAILURE.  XDXD;;;;
Me: “Mommy… I made scrambled eggs for you.”

Omelette #2… actually looks like an omelette.

Oops, except for the back >__<;

Omelette #3… You would THINK would be the best.  But no.  Instead, I made a mess all over the stove with this one, and it turned out all wrinkly.

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