Dishwashing

Usually when I invite friends over for dinner, they would offer to do dishes. The fact is, I actually don't like how people do my dishes. I am a bit a germ freak. So when my friends helped me washing dishes, I have to secretly wash it again after they left. (Sorry guys!) I like to use hot water and lots of detergent to wipe every living cell on the dishes off. Some of my friends would just rinse the dishes with water if it is not greasy. I actually can't stand that. Yes, I know. I am weird. I can imagine all the germ on it after touching with greasy hand or something spill on it while you were cooking. Just the thought gross me out already. Basically, I like washing every single piece of equipment that was touched, greasy or not. I know I know. I am a freak. I already get better. I used to not like people coming into my room. I don't like people sitting in my bed. I start imaging all the germ they spreading after touching. I only touch my bed after I shower. See, I improve a lot already.

Back to Kitchen

My friends and I went to a restaurant today. When our food came, one girl found that she ordered the wrong thing. She wanted a rib but she ordered a prime rib. She asked us what to do, but none of us never sent food back when it was our own fault. In fact, I almost never send my food back. I have friends who worked as waiters. Even my brother worked in a restaurant before. Gathered from all the stories they told me makes me a very good non-complaint customers. I don't want to piss off my waiters and my food ended up having extra stuff, like dandruff, or splt. If I don't like the service or the food, I just won't go again. My friend once sent back a salad because it was too spicy. The waiter said they could do something to remove the spiciness. After they brought back the salad, I was really not keen on eating it. I didn't even want to start imagine what they did to "remove" the spiciness. I also never eat the side vegetable in Chinese restaurant. If you see a carrot or cucumber on the dish, don't touch it. My brother said they never wash it and they do REUSE IT. I once heard a restaurant reuse white rice too. If the customer ordered a bucket of rice and if they looked clean, they will scoop it back to the rice cooker.

Happy

I am very happy today for no reason. I actually have no reason to. I didn't sleep well last night, had to get up early to get to work, Starbucks screwed up my first coffee, lost my watch (It is a new watch too! ). I should be all cranky and grumpy. But weirdly, I am actually pretty happy. I jumped around the office the whole day. I haven't done that in ages. May be because of my new computer at work. But it can't be. I actually don't really like setting up my computer. It took me a whole day and I still haven't finished. And it turned out to have less RAM than my last computer. I have to set up something again. May be because I have ultimate practice tonight. I actually really look forward to playing again. May be because I asked a friend to meet up sometimes. There has been some awkwardness between us and we haven't talked for awhile. This morning, I figure I would end this and email the friend to meet up sometimes. I hope I did the right thing. I am not sure how it would turn out, or would we able to put our awkwardness aside. I remembered I read somewhere that "Be nice to the people you liked. Not thinking what you could get back. Not thinking if it is worth is. Just be nice to them. Cause that would make you happy." No matter what it is, I am happy.

Quest

Some friends asked me to make tiramisu. I went to get mascarpone cheese today so I could start making next two days. I can't believe it is so hard to find. I could find the Canadian brand from different places. But I want to get the Italian one. It tastes better and I figure if I screw up, nicer ingredient can cover up the suckiness of my skill. Though I made tiramisu enough times, you never know. I did screw up last time and it was very dry. One of my friends actually liked it though, but she has weird taste anyway. I tried Menhardt on Granville, Choices on W 57th Ave, and IGA on E 16th Ave. I can't find it! I can't believe it! I never imagine it is so hard to find. I thought any fine food store or expensive supermarket would have it. Urgh! I know I could get it from Urban Fare but I was avoiding to drive downtown. Guess I don't have much choice now when I am being picky.

PS. Even though I didn't find what I want, but each stop at supermarket, I didn't come back empty handed. I can't believe I am a shopaholics even in supermarket.

Run for Your Life

What would you do if you run into someone you don't want to see? Do you turn your back and run away? Or you keep walking and pretend you don't see the person? I went to pick up some bread for breakfast after work today. When I saw a car in the parking lot, I almost turned back and left. I looked more closely and realized it was not that person's car. Then I walked into the supermarket and still kept alert. Seem like I always run away if I can. There was a dinner at a friend's place awhile back then. My friend invited another person that I don't like. The moment I walked in and heard that person's voice, I almost stepped back out the door. But I knew my friend would yell at me if I did that. So I sat thru the dinner in the same room with that person. It took every bit of my self control not to scream or walk away. Ever since then, I tried to not stuck in the same place as that person. I don't think I can sit thru another dinner. Bible said we should love everybody. I don't know how I could be friend with people that I don't like. Can I just stay with my theory that not everybody like me, and I don't like everybody?

Round Is A Shape

I run into my coworker in washroom today. You don't usually run into people in girl's washroom cause there are not a lot of girls in my company. For the longest time, I was the only girl in development. Nope, that doesn't make me special. In fact, they don't treat me as girl. Anyway, I went to the stall and did whatever I was there to do. When I came back out, my coworker said, "You are fat." I know I have been eating a lot and not exercise as much. But...but...I don't really know the girl well and she called me fat! I didn't know how to response to her comment. I was a bit embarrassed. I quickly looked in the mirror and tried to figure out why she suddenly said that. I couldn't possibly expand horizontally overnight. She probably noticed the awkward moment, so she said it again. I finally could react and said, "Oh, I didn't know I gained that much weigh lately." Then she told me she meant to say "I am fast". Whew, scared me! But I probably should starve myself next while. I still haven't tried the bridemade dress my friend bought for me for her wedding in May. I have bad feeling about that.

Obstacle Course

Ever did an obstacle course in PE? You need to jump over something, climb over something, crawl under something. That is my house last couple weeks. My bag of ultimate equipment lay right beside my door. And right beside it were my 5 pairs of shoes. Then some random boxes which fell from the closet and now nicely lay on the floor. My once green now brown plant struggled in the corner. In the kitchen, there was a sink full of dirty dishes, a counter top of empty bottles and an overloaded can of garbage. In the washroom, there are empty bottles everywhere. Hanging behind the door was a full load of laundry (not smelly!! ) Going into my bedroom, you could see a pile of dusty books sitting on my nightstand. My totoro sat quietly on the floor and a bag of two puzzles stood right next to it. In my enclosed balcony, you can see pile of sport equipments. I have been jumping around and finding way to walk around my house. Today, I finally got sick of doing all these exercises at home and cleaned up.

Eat! Vancouver

I went to Eat! Vancouver with some friends. We stayed there for 6 hours. I only have one comment. Ooooh, life is good. There is lots of food sampling we get to try. We had juice, coffee, salmon candies, dips, some exotic cakes, ice cream, yogurt, ... I lost track. There is also wine sampling but it is not free though. We still paid to try out some. I had some green tea vodka, strawberry vodka, blackberry port....again, I lost track. We got to see some of the famous chef doing a cook demo. There was Rob Feenie from Lumiere, Robert Belcham from C, Takahior Toyoshige from Hapa Izakaya, and David Hawkswort from West. My friends and I were very excited that we got to see all the chef doing cooking demo. I ate non stop for 6 hours and I went home with a full stomach and I couldn't even eat dinner anymore.

Window

I used to like working in a dark corner where I won't get distracted by people walked by and there is no glare on my monitor. But lately, I start to appreciate my window seat more and more. When I first moved to my new seat, I really don't like it. Everytime someone walk by, I would look up. I got so distracted that I don't like it at all. Then when I look outside, sometimes I would have eye contact with people and I would feel embarrass as if I get caught spying on them. I would look away everytime. Nowaday, I really like my seat. Especially since this is almost summer time, I can look at university girls in their summer clothes (And yes, girls do check out girls.) The other day, I saw two girls walked by in their mini skirt (And no, I don't know if they were cute or not. I was too concentrated on the skirt.) I kept looking and then I saw two guys walk pass them. Just when I was impressed those guys didn't check out the two girls, they turned their head after they passed the girls See, that is a smooth way to check out girls. Guys, please learn. My friends and I were just talking about that the other days. All guys check out girls, but for some reason, most Chinese guys don't know how. They do it very explicitly. They would keep staring at you and make you feel very uncomfortable. Who would have thought this is not a skill you born with? May be someone should start a course.

Dreamt of You

A friend from work told me he dreamt of me last night. Don't even start to think dirty. He is happily married and has a daughter. And no, I am not his fantasy. (That would be pretty scary to even think about it) Anyway, he said in his dream, I was pregnant! I was like what! He said I even mention my boyfriend. Hmm...pregnant and boyfriend, that doesn't sound good. My mom may disown me. My first question is, so what is his name. My friend said he didn't ask. I was like, what! How could it be! If it happen in real life, you would have asked! How could you not ask in your dream! Fine, is he cute? My friend answered, I don't know. How could you not know! You didn't ask?! In real life, if I mention I am going to an occasion where there are guys, you would ask tons of questions. How could you not ask in your dream? How could you be not curious?! My friend said, he don't remember. So I screamed and yelled at him and concluded that he is a bad dreamer! Later, the more I think about his dream, the more I think it means something. He is not at all curious about my boyfriend. He is not surprised at me getting pregnant. Hmm....he must subconsciously think I am fat! That is! That is the only explanation! Whenever someone we know is pregnant, we wouldn't ask if that person is pregnant, but we always said she is getting fat. So he thinks I am getting fat these days! He is so dead!

Socks

A friend asked me that he heard girls would look at a guy's shoes. I told him yes, but I know I pay more attention to socks. When I saw a guy wearing white sock and black shoes, I would scream in my head. What are they thinking! White shocks and black shoes! I know that is what we would wear to school when we were young. But we ain't kids anymore. Grown-ups don't do that! Why can't guys understand! Repeat after me, black shoes goes with black socks. See, it is easy! But my friends said even movie stars do that. Some even wear suit and runners. They said it is stylish and trendy. When I begged my friends not to do that in their wedding, they said they would just wear white socks and sandals! Don't laugh. A friend of mine actually did that before. I was impressed how high tolerant his wife was. I would ditch him in the aisle if he was marrying me. When I talked to another friend today, he was actually showing off his socks. He was wearing socks matching his outfit. His jacket was black with orange stripe, so was his socks. He told me the ones he wore yesterday were even more fun. It had a little bit of every color he wore. As a girl, I should feel embarrass because I ain't even as stylish as him. I don't even match my socks and jacket. But when I think about it more, what kind of guys would go that crazy with socks! He is such a weirdo!