I eat out everyday.
I eat out seven days a week.
I don’t know how to cook and refuse to learn. There are so many great restaurants out there, why limit yourself eating only what you can cook everyday?
I call myself a “professional restaurants goer” because I take photos of my food and upload them to Yelp, and sometimes also write reviews of restaurants. I’m serious about Yelping. I spend several hours every week trying to find new restaurants to eat for the coming week. I look at food pictures and read restaurant reviews, vote for food pictures and reviews, and bookmark restaurants for my next week’s adventure. I started Yelping in September 2012, and in one year, I uploaded more than 330 food photos and had more than 500 checkins – this made me a Yelp Elite :)
I don’t order take out, almost never order food delivery. I don’t love food, what I love is “uncovering a restaurant, its interior decoration, its food and service” this whole experience. If I order delivery I can’t experience the atmosphere inside a restaurant, this does not make me happy.
People always ask me when I’ll learn cooking, I always say “Never”. To me, different people have different expertise, and we shouldn’t try doing things we are not trained to do, sometimes it could be dangerous. Some people went to dental schools to become dentists, and when you go to your dentist, you probably will look at his/her certificate to make sure your dentist got proper training before he/she start drilling your teeth. The same thing with cooking – some people went to culinary school and got degrees to cook my food, and I studied Information Technology at school, not cooking, so I should just let people who learned cooking do their job and I enjoy the food they made, instead of trying to cook for myself. After all, you probably never drilled your own teeth or fixed your own transmission ;)
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(photo: Enchiladas de carne, from Tequila River Taqueria)
Here I go again:
I broke up with my boyfriend, because I want to live my life the way I wanted, free of anything – after almost two years we’ve been together.
Seems like the year of 2008 all over again. I should at least try not to repeat myself next time…
I know from this day on, my life could only be better. I’ll graduate with a master’s degree in a year, find a job in android development and perform great. I’m an android developer intern right now, and had great fun working with other developers and designers. Everyone says I’m smart, hard working and can learn things fast. I’m sure I’ll get even better in the years to come.
But I’m afraid my ex-boyfriend’s life is going to get worse. Compare to his ex-girlfriend (the one before me), I went to Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute instead of Harvard, I don’t have an MBA from Stanford, I’m not – and never have been – the founder and executive director of a company, I’m not white, I don’t have blonde hair (being white and blonde matters to him), I speak English with my Chinese accent… From this declining tendency, his next girl will probably be worse than me.
I wish him luck.
My boyfriend went to DC for a conference, and is complaining about his roommate to me over the phone.
“He puts his stuff everywhere, on my bed too…”
“He snores too loud, I wonder how his wife sleeps…”
“The bathroom is a mess…”
“Oh I hate living with a man…”
Well baby, finally you know how I feel everyday, with coffee cups and dirty dishes on the floor on your side of the bed, and hair everywhere in the sink… (sigh)
We were so intimate once, more than everything else in the whole world. Imagine that, what a laugh that is now. It ought to make us ashamed. I keep crossing one leg, then the other. I feel like I’d break the window and jump out.
I have to do something with my life. Either that or I’ll kill myself.
Everything good has to come to an end, sadly.
The other day I received a text message from Louis.
What was he trying to say? 「赤ちゃん」means infant or baby, 「女の赤ちゃん」could mean “my daughter’s infant” or “my girl’s baby”…I was confused, how many girls are there?
And then I thought, he must have used Google Translate, and the only way to know what he meant is to translate it back to English (or maybe Spanish). So I did, copied the sentence back and hit [Translate].
It said “You are my baby girl.”