Scrambled egg with tomato is my favorite dish. It's simple but hard to make it really good. At some point life is like making the dish.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
all about food
Around new year, no matter in the Gregorian calendar or in the lunar calendar, it's all about eating every year this time. Normally it starts from one week before Christmas, and lasts to the Chinese lantern's day, which is somewhere in January or February. It's such a wonderful and awful period. Almost every week, big food storms strike you at least once, sometimes, it's everyday non-stop. As your belly grows, you always try to tell yourself to eat less, but you just can't refuse the bright color, the tempting smell, and the rich flavor. Yes, everything else is not so important during this period. I'm so happy that I can eat with relish and appreciate the joy foods bring us.
Monday, January 12, 2009
so...
got an email from an ex-colleague asking how i'm doing. Here is how I replied:
Which version do you wanna hear, optimistic one or pessimistic one?
The optimistic version goes like this:
I enjoy my holiday very much. Now I have time to do whatever I want. I don't have to get up early in the morning for work, and deal with the stupid TW tasks from PF. Finally I have time to do some knitting, help my family and take care of my own health, go for a walk along the beautiful lake every afternoon and eat less junk food so that my body can stay in
good shape and nice posture.
The pessimistic version goes like this:
Everything seems dead. The Swedish school is closed until tomorrow for the winter holiday. Most of my Chinese friends have gone back to China for the Spring Festival. Darwis is always busy at work. I am alone at home everyday trying to find a job, but hardly found any suitable one. Except the resultless job searching, I am also being exploited by my own Dad to translate a dam useless book just for him to show how good his English is in front of his boss and colleagues. Every afternoon when I go out for a walk, I find myself surrounded by old people and Mammas. What a strange feeling!
Which version do you wanna hear, optimistic one or pessimistic one?
The optimistic version goes like this:
I enjoy my holiday very much. Now I have time to do whatever I want. I don't have to get up early in the morning for work, and deal with the stupid TW tasks from PF. Finally I have time to do some knitting, help my family and take care of my own health, go for a walk along the beautiful lake every afternoon and eat less junk food so that my body can stay in
good shape and nice posture.
The pessimistic version goes like this:
Everything seems dead. The Swedish school is closed until tomorrow for the winter holiday. Most of my Chinese friends have gone back to China for the Spring Festival. Darwis is always busy at work. I am alone at home everyday trying to find a job, but hardly found any suitable one. Except the resultless job searching, I am also being exploited by my own Dad to translate a dam useless book just for him to show how good his English is in front of his boss and colleagues. Every afternoon when I go out for a walk, I find myself surrounded by old people and Mammas. What a strange feeling!
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