Veg.

I have been a flexitarian vegetarian ever since I was going to middle school in England.  Though it wasn't by choice - I have always been a big veggie person, but what happened was, one morning I woke up, went to meals, and I noticed that I have entirely lost the appetite for meat all of a sudden; the feeling and even the thoughts of swallowing meat gross me out. However, health problem occurred a couple weeks in, and the doctor told me that I am the type that can never be a vegetarian. Apparently my body needs that particular iron which can only be consume by actually eating red meat, so each week, I have to have a minimum of 5 onz red meat intake, which, most of the time, is very hard for me.  Hence, I am a "flexitarian" vegetarian.  I hate meat, think swallowing meat is disgusting, but I know I won't die if I eat a bit or two.  I do eat dairy products (a lot of them!!) and any kind of seafoods (YUMMM!!), and I do not mind bits of chicken floating in my soup (I just don't eat them) and I actually really like chicken broth (chicken broth chewing gum, maybe?).

To save time and confusion, when I go to parties or when I travel, I tell the host/airline that I am a lacto ovo, so I can make sure I get fed and I get my cow by-products without the flesh.  When I eat out, I always automatically go for the vegetarian option, rarely but there are still some restaurants in the midwest where they have fish or shrimp as an option.

Sadly, I have came across people who think someone else being a vegetarian is apparently "judging those who eat meat".  One time at a lunch conversation, I was asked why do I think I am better by being a vegetarian.

It cracks me up when people get all sensitive about other people's lifestyle.  I also don't eat dessert, and when I am offered any sort of sweets I always politely reply "Sorry, but I don't eat sweets."  Sugar also gross me out, once I stared at my fiance's birthday cake with all kinds of frosting on it and all I wanted to do was puke.  Apparently, me not liking dessert/chocolate/ice cream is also offensive to some people.  Some think I secretly love dessert but I am on a diet and so they tell me that I am already skinny so I need to let myself loose (they obviously missed the part when put triple the normal amount of butter on my pancake); some just simply tell me that I don't have a life.

Well, maybe I don't have a life.  I also don't like bread. Bread makes my throat dry.  And I kind of hate food with cheese, please don't put cheese on my salad, please don't put cheese in my burrito. Oh PLEASE don't put cheese in my soup!!!!  I'd also prefer no rice or beans or potatoes, pasta is also boring and I certainly don't get the point of being all crazy about pizza or sandwiches or anything that is just blahhhhhhh.

You may ask, so what DO you like to eat?

Butter chicken.  

We love this one place called Taste of India, and they love us enough to switch the chicken to fish for us :)

Soup. All kind of soup but especially chowder based.

Escargot!!!

So just recently somebody said to me "You can't be a vegetarian, you are Chinese! You guys eat EVERYTHING!!!".

Ha. Ha. Ha.

You know, America, I have seen the show Bizarre Foods in America and Man v. Food , I know what you eat.

I don't even want to know what this is.

No American can make that face when they hear a Chinese person say they have eaten dog meat or snake anymore if they have seen the shows themselves. See who's laughing now? Plus, to most americans I know, their food means "Macaroni and cheese" "Mashed potatoes" "Green Beans" "Beef/Pork roasts".  Okay, I guess anyone who eat anything besides those are barbarians.

I am leaving the Midwest for food soon. Simply can't wait!

2 WEEKS AND A DAY

In 2 weeks and 1 day, I will be on my way home.

HOME.

If only I knew what that means.

Hong kong is home. Logically, legally. Among the 8 million people who live on that tiny dot, I too call it home - on paper, and I guess, almost every summer.  It is a place I didn't grow up in, don't have a lot of friends and families, don't have a lot in common with, and struggle to fit in.

A home that seems so foreign and yet familia, a home I do not belong.

Truth is, I am horrified by the idea of going home.  You wanna know how nervous I am? I have seriously been having diarrhea everyday ever since mum got me the ticket.  My tummy goes crazy whenever I start thinking about going home (which is now, so please excuse me for a minute......) Do not assume I am chi sin (crazy; literally brain waves being stuck together), you heard of people who throw up when they get nervous? Same thing, and the only difference is, it goes the other direction.

Reasons why I am so nervous? I am horrified of 港女(hong kong girls; a slang describing the common hong kong girls; check out this youtube video), and perverts who hangs out on the street by themselves, do nothing but STARE.

Haha Nicholas Cage <3

When Zach went home with me last summer, he saw how paranoid I was with those perverts staring constantly.  They just hang out on the street, check out boobs and legs and butt, and they turn around to keep staring after you passed by.  My mum said probably because the way I dress. What??? REALLY? The way I dress??? Should I have covered my hair and feet, too? Are we living in the middle east where the girls get blamed for being raped???  Good old Zach was trying to convince me that because he is a foreigner... but I am sorry, babe, they stared at my boobs, not your foreigner's boobs. (Where are they anyway?)

I have lived in this city where 99% of my friends have been sexually harassed in some way, either in the MTR station (metro/underground), buses, or even just by walking on the street keeping to themselves. Are all my friends whores who walk around asking to be touched? Maybe a few of them enjoy the attention(?), but I would say most of those experiences were unpleasant.

Living in a city that compact and busy, it takes a totally different skill to survive compared to living in little mid-west towns.  I mean, it takes some skills to survive everywhere you live, but for me, I have been so spoiled by small town people and small town mindsets.  Life is easy in small towns, compared to life in Hong Kong.  When you are in a small town even like where Zach lives, you feel valued and useful, because nothing ever happens.  People compliment easy, and they talk about their aunts and uncles who lives afar because that's the all happening in their lives.  Living in a small town, you can stay at home all day to look in the mirror, tell yourself how pretty or smart you are.  You won't hear your neighbours' glamorous life stories to remind your pathetic stories.  You won't be exposed to people who are having a great time, because you can live in your own little shelter to feel amazing.  You don't come across any smart people, or people who look better, dress better, talk better, and basically live better.  You don't come across with anyone for that matter, your world can be just about you (and your family).  You can get in your car, drive off, get off your car, walk that little distance to enter Walmart.  Then you can even do self check out so you won't have to make small talks with the cashier; you walk out, drive to maybe a drive through for food, and then head home.

I am not saying that's all people in all small town, of course, but I have seen people live that way, and only in small towns. And is that bad?

Like I said, I am spoiled so, no.

It's easier to talk about your dreams and future when you live under no skyscrapers, no tall buildings to make you feel small and unimportant.  You dream bigger when you feel bigger, and it's actually encouraging when you see people survive on a small job.

After living in the mid-west for a while, I, too, have those dreams about working a small job (or being a stay at home wife even); spend money traveling, live happily and not having to care about money or even the world around me.  However, the reality hits me hard in the face every time I go home.  I am blessed to have people who support me financially, so growing up I have been getting almost anything I ever wanted.  However, when I look around, I see many others who are not as fortunate.  They live in small apartments with their family, counts every dollar they spend.  My parents worked hard for me so that we can have an easy life, and maybe I should do the same for my descendants?  Money doesn't buy happiness, they say.  But everything costs money.  Unlike America where you loan almost everything; back home, you live on the money you actually have. I used to complain about hong kong people being too materialistic, but maybe that's reality?


Every time when I go home I feel like I am those fishes who went through evolution, who have lost their fins and suddenly been placed back in the ocean.

Found this documentary on youtube.  46 minutes. Enjoy.

I am well DONE!

Created this blog back when I was still young and tender...
I mean
When I was still a college student teheeee

College life... never again! :(


So. Initially I created this blog to record my journey of being engaged
Six months has passed I never wrote anything...
That's because of all those months I rarely have time to experience what it means to be engaged
I seldom talk about it in real life even

I really look up to those friends who were also college seniors AND are getting married THIS summer
I mean, how on earth do you have time to do all the planning???!!!
CRAZY!!!!!

After six months of "planning"
Cough cough
This is all I have done:


1) Bought a planning binder. I guess I need some planning done in order to start planning.........................
2) Looked at wedding dresses.
Well, that was fun!!

This is my favourite dress.
It's a Vera Wang.
I love love her whatever white something series.. soooooo dreamy!!!

3) Decided to have a destination wedding!! Woohoo!!
Since I am not an American and my family doesn't live around here..
Getting married in America means a lot of flying for my family.
That's just not really fair....
I mean, it's not a problem or anything, just the thought of two families getting together at a special place sounds better than one going to another's.

Also, we both want an incredibly small wedding.
Like, 20 people small.
We are just not the "putting up a show" type
And I seriously can't care enough to entertain/satisfy any guests on MY wedding
So to "prevent" people from coming we are getting married else where :)

4) persuaded zach to go to HK
Which in about 10hours we will be on the plane flying towards east.
Tooooooooooooo exciting!!!!!

Food!! Food!! Fooood!!!!!!