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- When I was a kid, I was diagnosed with A LOT of food allergies. I could’ve become the kid in the bubble who couldn’t eat anything, but over the years, I’ve given my allergies a big “F…You”, &have overcome most of my ridiculous food allergies. For the foods I still am allergic to, I take an allergy pill & proceed to eat my heart out without feeling the effects of an itchy mouth.
- I am a creature of habit. Once I find a food/dish I really enjoy eating (eg. roast beef sandwiches, macaroni & cheese, etc.), I can eat that same dish everyday for a week or more without getting sick of it. That’s why I always buy the exact same coffee drink & pastry at my local coffee shop.
- BUT… That doesn’t mean I don’t like to explore new &/or other foods. I was an extremely picky eater as a child, but now I heartily eat all the different foods I would never even look at let alone try (eg. tomatoes &/or most vegetables, Persian food, etc.).
- I have eaten some pretty crazy, Fear Factor style Asian foods in my life, which even surprises ME to this day. My family always makes jokes about how I mostly like to eat plain foods like: white toast with butter or naked pasta sans sauce or seasoning, which is often times true. So, I shocked myself when I dared to try snake soup in China. (I didn’t like it because who eats steaming hot soup in the middle of Summer?) I have also tried whale meat sashimi in Japan, which was not as weird as I would’ve thought. It tasted like very, very rubbery beef. I don’t think I will ever eat whale in Japan again due to their extremely appalling & inhumane whaling practices. That was a one-time deal. In Japan, I have also eaten horse meat sashimi. I fell in love with it immediately. That’s the most craziest thing I’ve ever tasted, & I absolutely cannot believe that I love it, let alone like it.
- I am Asian, but I’m not a very big fan of noodles (of any kind). Noodles don’t really appeal to me, but RICE on the other hand, gets me all sorts of excited. I love to eat rice, especially white rice of course, but fried rice, clay pot rice, crispy pan fried rice, are all tasty as well. Don’t get me wrong. I do enjoy a bowl of soup noodles, Phở or ramen every now & again, but I will not go out of my way to eat it. I am #TeamRice all the way.
Today’s song of the day:
Every time I write something about myself, it’s always about something unusual or weird. Perhaps I think of myself as a weird person. I am not sure. Well, anyway, today I’m going to write about PAJAMAS. This topic, or article of clothing, has been on my mind lately & I wanted to address it.
I have a weird “thing” about pajamas. Maybe it’s called a “quirk” or something, but I just have this issue with pajamas, more specifically keeping pajamas “clean”. Let me try to put this into coherent words. I don’t like wearing pajamas outside of the bedroom. I don’t like walking around the house or lounging around on lazy days in pajamas. I get an uneasy feeling whenever I think about this. It’s mostly because of the idea that I’ve burned into my brain that all pajamas should be clean ones. When I say “clean pajamas”, I mostly mean pajamas that have not touched other household furniture other than the bed. It’s okay if you sit on the couch a little bit, but mainly, I don’t like the idea of wearing pajamas like everyday street clothes or lounging clothes & then climbing into bed when they’ve been all over the place.
I know this is making me sound like a crazy person, but it’s just something that specifically applies to me & my life. I get a gross, partially sickening feeling when I am walking around at the shopping mall, & I see shoppers wearing pajama pants like they’re a pair of comfy sweat pants. I get an even worse feeling when they pair the PJ pants with a pair of UGG™ slippers. I think silk pajamas were once a very fleeting trend in the fashion world a year or two ago. I’ve seen some celebrities in tabloid magazines on those Worst Dressed lists (rightfully so), wearing silk pajama tops as blouses. I personally don’t think wearing pajamas, other than for sleeping, is appropriate. Hey, don’t shoot me for expressing my personal opinion.
I am starting to feel like the more I write about this topic, the more strange I am sounding. I mean, come on. It’s just P-A-J-A-M-A-S for Pete’s sake. I’ve always made it painfully clear that I am in NO way, shape, or form an expert on fashion. I am the least stylish or trendy person I know. I can barely put my jeans on one leg at a time, let alone string together a Fashion Week runway outfit. All I know, & all I can say is that I like to keep my pajamas strictly in the bedroom. My boudoir attire never mixes with my street clothes. I will rarely walk out of my bedroom without changing my clothes first. It’s just my choice. A habit. A quirk. A weird “thing”. To each his own, I guess. Cheers!
Today’s song of the day:
This is really stupid, & I’m sorry for making a bigger deal out of this than it actually is, but I’ve been toying with the idea of whether or not I should turn this into a full-blown blog post. Then I thought, why the hell not? I’m going to say it. I like to read romance novels. Okay, there. I’ve said it…my stupid, pathetic, mousy confession. I’m not revealing some Earth-shattering revelation, or some horrible wretched secret. However, this is something I don’t feel comfortable talking about. That’s right. I don’t like bringing up this subject. No, I don’t think it’s taboo or naughty, but I just don’t particularly like revealing this side of myself. Every time I bring up this subject amongst my peers or friends, I get heckled &/or laughed at which makes me want to hide this side of myself. I don’t think I’m especially sensitive towards petty judgement, but you can’t help but feel affected by it every now & then.
Everyone has heard of the term “bodice rippers” when it comes to lovey-dovey reading material. My friends like to poke fun at the subject & call them “bean flickers”. In case you’ve never heard of this slang term, ‘bean flicker’ refers to the act of a woman giving herself self-stimulation of a sexual nature, to her lady bits…particularly the little bean-down-there. If one should feel so adventurous, this stimulation could also involve another person’s assistance.
I’m blushing as I write this post. Yes, I am partially embarrassed to talk about this out loud. It’s not something I should be ashamed of, & I’m not ashamed of it per sè…I’m just a little shy to open up about this subject.
I don’t think I’ve read a lot of these books, but I have read my fair share of them. Let’s see…
- I’ve read the extremely famous trilogy about the billionaire control freak & his innocent book-loving love interest. (This is my favorite series by far.)
- Also, the 4-part book series about the rude bad-boy Brit who falls in love with the college student who gives him a dozen second chances after many extreme ups & downs.
- Then there was the the book series about the billionaire mogul with a dark past who instantly falls in love with a head-strong & feisty woman with an equally dark past.
- Or how about another one of my favorite book series about the college professor/specialist who falls in love with his one-time student among the apple orchards.
- I’ve also read the short series about the underground fighting college student who falls in love at first sight with his anti-poker playing classmate.
- Yes, I’ve even read a few supernatural books, additions to the college professor’s series, about vampires ruling Italian cities by night & re-discovering the human emotion/ability to love another, even if she is a mere human with a physical disability.
- There have also been a few historical storylines sprinkled in here & there. You know those stories about roguish dukes, devilish rakes, Highland warriors, protecting a woman’s virtue, seeking her older brother’s approval, doing the honorable thing, etc.
I don’t have any particular category within this book genre that I like or look for. I just like whatever catches my attention. The story doesn’t have to have gratuitous sexual scenarios, but I’m not totally against it either. If done well, then I’m all for it…& I do like explicit content so long as it fits appropriately within the storyline. I’m not shy about reading those parts, even if the nature of the scenarios are aggressive, brutal, or explorative. Hey, I even thought the sex scenes in the billionaire control freak’s books were quite tame. I hope that doesn’t give away too much of what goes running through my wild imagination. Hahaha.
Well, there. I’ve said it. Please don’t laugh at me. I’m new at this, & that’s all I’m going to say about it. Cheers.
Today’s song of the day:
Rabbits & Foxes 
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