Salad, cheap and easy; Chemical as food

There will be months where I can't even stand the smell of a salad. And then all of a sudden I'm at the store day after day buying yet another bag of romaine, imagining how in the world I had consumed an entire bag in a day and a half. Salads are awesome cuz to me cuz I can put whatever the hell I want in them. Most people probably hate them cuz you have to chop alot or I don' know, cuz it's green food and supposedly "healthy". You should see my mom's salads. My mother's dieting and eating habits are so thwarted, her body of knowedge about what is good for you and what will make you fat is a total product of what she sees on TV and whatever crazy new diet fad is trendy. I'll try to save this for another blog but to sum it up, she thinks that adding about 1/4 cup of hazelnut liquid non-dairy Coffeemate creamer (read: churned oil products, high fructose corn syrup) into her morning coffee instead of milk and sugar. It makes me want to vomit watching her pour for like 4 seconds, and no I'm not exaggerating. She gives me this 'Please forgive me/oopsie, I overpoured, but I seem to be doing that more and more these days' giggle and the worst part is she thinks cuz it's fat free that it's ok. No. The worst part is that she justifies by saying that now she doesn't have to use sugar! OMG. Chemical as food. It's trendy now, they totally talked about it last night on Access Hollywood. Actually, the worst thing I think now is that she has cut back on rice dramatically, and has seemed to think that meat is a better substitute. This is ofcourse a decision inspired by all the low-carb bullshit. What pains me is that she literally looks at rice like its the devil (and pasta, but she didn't really like it before anyways). I find cultural blasphemy in this, and for me its a sin loatheful as a small hate crime. [ok, 'small hate crime' isn't something that exists. I used it only for shock value in a shameless effort to make my writing "pop" (I'm so sick of using and hearing that word)]. White rice is one of the most Filipino things about being Filipino. As a Fil-Am I know few sounds that would warm my culturally sensitive and very gastronomically inclined heart. One being "TAHO!", the early morning chant of a man on a tricycle hustling his fresh, warm taho (silken tofu with gingery, sweet - sometimes with tapioca balls - brown syrup). The other is the plastic click sound delivered by the spring loaded switch of a rice cooker which means that it has detected the doneness of your rice. This sound is almost unexplainable to someone who loves - no, adores - white rice, the way I do because it ofcourse means much more than the arrival of your next meal. It's what you've eaten since birth, it's what accompanies home cooked mom food, it sustains you. Sometimes I eat it plain. It's fresh and steaming a simplistic yet nostalgic aroma into your nostrils, and it eagerly awaits the sinigang you will pour over it, the adobo you will eat with it, or the soy sauce you will lightly season it with. It's there for you like a loyal dog. I could go on, but I don't wanna get emotional. Plus, I think the first tearshed of my new blogging is going to be over something else. Just a few more days ...

Man, I digress. I need to work on that... Anyways, I love chopping food. I really do. I used to cut a dozen pieces of fruit into bite-size pieces and make fruit salad and I would barely eat it. I just like cutting that much. Here's some of the crazy stuff I put in salad to make it yummy:

+ The yummy basics Romaine, tomatoes, onion
+ Other yummies Whole grapes, sliced apples, cheese, olives, lime juice

+ Easy dressing EVOO, red wine vinegar, lime juice (or any other citrus),
garlic salt, s + p More or less of each, depending on taste.
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Other thoughts of the day:
It's just astonishing how late my papers are becoming.
I can't find the duster!
I hope the new Gwen album will start to "grow on me"
I really hope that Cody doesn't have mites in his ear, I can't afford a vet bill right now. I never leave there without surrendering at least 150 dollars. grrr.

Catdog was really creepy right?

John has this new geek mouse (to match his geeky other stuff) and it has this back button above where the thumb goes... I HATE IT! It's sensitive and it's right there, so I keep accidentally pressing it and it SCREWS ME ALMOST EVERY TIME! I've lost like 3 emails that I was trying to write, which is so 10 years ago. Akin to the times when my comp would just freeze and I'd lose everything... I know that I'm being really annoying because I should just get used to it and that I'm using the same excuse that PC guys use for hating Macs (and vice versa). Where they just complain about basic stuff mostly, like window navigation and shit like that, when there real frustration really stems from the fact that they never took the time to learn even the simple basics of either. It's like, getting a dog mixed up with a cat. There's one that you can take to Tahoe and go huntin' with and then there's one that will sit on sleep on your window sill and... eat cat food. Or something.

Paper bags

The guy at Trader Joe's (HB) was pretty stoked that I brought my 6 month old paper bags back to the register today. He said the pallet of bags consumed every day at their store alone is the size of a Scion... seriously, do you people throw those wonderful things away? And then are you able to sleep that night?

Because of the weight transfer displacement chaos theory that is inherent in a rectangular, tall paper bag of decent strength, the typical TJ bag is substantially more adequate than the current typical plastic grocery bag if only for this reason alone: it totally makes the stuff feel lighter. It can't be just me who has found this to be the case... ofcourse there's always the annoyance of coming home with 7 items packed by a nitwit into 10 bags. I swear. Do people really complain if you put bread in the same bag as ice cream? They can't be reused... or rather, not enough to justify how many we go through in a day. Good only for bathroom trash cans and dog poop bags-and oh yeah, and for killing my palms when I try to put more than 2 things in them - it's kind of disheartening that I have a huge, convoluted rant about the subject, but it all boils down to my claim that people do too many petty things EVERY DAY that make very little sense.

Speaking of paper bags (and to lighten this entry a bit) ... I found out that Fiona Apple's sister is a cabaret singer. Even more interesting is the realization I had: she sounds just like Fiona Apple's sister. The reason I think that's really important is cuz she could have easily been a singer who just sounds like "cabaret style" Fiona or even suffered worser fates, including but not limited to A) an existence entirely based on having a famous sister; B) an existence entirely based on mediocre talent AND surviving solely on having a famous sister. But instead, she's got a cool name, she's really cute and she's really good... (while looking and sounding, just a tad, like her sister)

Makinig dito: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5221536

HK... BFF 4 LIFE!!!

I found this site that sells not only Hello Kitty stuff, but also Totoro stuff and ... wait for it - Snoopy stuff!!!

OMG

www.dreamkitty.com

'Are we still on TB? Where's da kamara?'

Welcome to my blog! It should be smoooooth sailing for the duration of the flight, folks.

I'm kidding. It won't be, I hope it won't be. But I will make one promise. It will never be boring. It may be trite and plain at times, perhaps upsetting, perhaps neurotic,... but I can assure you (since you are probably an actual friend of mine) that it will never be unreadable.

Indeed my aims are to inform and to entertain because I think that's what the internet is there for. But I guess here you will be informed about my thoughts and the haps of my life, and you will be entertained, hopefully, by its presentation. If neither of these appeal to you, then do not read further. In all earnestness, I hope you enjoy... well, if anything, I hope it wasn't a waste of your time. Because I'll admit to you, ... friend, stranger, critic, that - with my heart beating, vulnerable and moist on my sleeve - it is never a waste of mine.... Come again!

P.S. First person to write me a really solid piece of hate mail gets a surprise! It won't be as cool as Esqueleto's smothered and buttered surprise to Nacho (Libre), but it should be comparable and probably open to negotiation.