I am a very...black and white person. I cannot think in abstract terms. I mean, I understand it, but when I start arguing with someone, I always turn to either the black or white.
For example, the immigration law that's being passed in many states all around. I always argue that this is a step that's bringing back blatant racism. From what I know, officers of the law are allowed to ask for your green card to check you out and make sure you're not illegal. If you are an immigrant, you are required by law to carry your green card with you and if you do not, there will be consequences (no idea what those are). What about for me? I am a Asian-American. Full-blooded country, hick southern drawl American that HAPPENS to be Asian. And I don't have a green card. An officer is allowed to ask of my immigrations status JUST BECAUSE I look different. If that's not blatant racism, I don't know what is. It's like saying it's alright for your kid to go up to someone and say "Ni hao!" or "Konichiwa!" just because they look Asian.
Some people (I have read) say that as professionals, when you start blogging about how you feel at work and complaining about your co-workers online, you can be fired, especially because it becomes libel when it is in print. But see, that's my problem. Does that mean that if people were to talk trash to someone else, but didn't leave evidence behind of that in writing (blogging), then it's okay? I like principles. The principle is to NOT talk trash about anyone else to anyone else. But in today's society, you CAN talk trash about somebody as long as you don't leave fool-proof evidence to be used when lawfully punishing the trash-talker. The question now is not "Is it right or wrong?", it has become "It is legal or illegal?" The law comes from ethics. If we don't have a personal standard to hold up to and just ask if it's lawful or not, where are we headed?
Today, I volunteered to do some hard labour in sprucing up an interior of a building. It was metal in hand for approximately two and a half hours. The first thirty minutes, I was on fire and making fast progress. I wanted to get this done so I could leave for my next commitment. However, by that thirtieth minute, I was getting worn out already and thinking to myself 'Why did I volunteer? Why am I doing this? I am not going to volunteer again!'. I must admit, I was not having fun at that particular moment. I was on the floor on all fours and sometimes crouching because my wrists were hurting. However, I decided to take mini breaks and just kept going. I got my second wind and made steady progress until we were called for lunch.Lunch really made up for two and a half hours of work. They had homemade chili for us with bread rolls, cheese, deviled eggs and tuna salad. Cookies on the side! Haha After all that, I had to leave early and so took an eight minute nap in my car before going to my next appointment.
I'm home now and tired and about to take a nap, but I wanted to share that volunteering is never easy, but there are so many people behind the scenes that help make your entertainment and instruction more enjoyable. I didn't want to volunteer again next time, but I realised if I didn't do it, who would stand in my place? I was grateful to all the previous volunteers that I took for granted last time and to tell you that today, I found my pride in volunteering for work that will probably never be appreciated by the majority of the people that will come. Now, go find yours!
I have never liked beer.Don't like the smell.Don't like the taste.
Most of all, I hate how it makes people act like complete idiotas.
So, I never craved beer.
My family is a Bud Light drinker, always have been. Sometimes, they'll have the occasional Michelob, and they've tried Coors, but they are loyal, forever and always, to Bud Light.
Once, we had company over and I made a pizza for us to all eat (wow, making pizzas when I was 12 years old?! This should have told me what career path to take...too bad I didn't listen). My parents and her parents were having beers and pizza....we were SO Americanized. haha Anywho, my sister, Caroline, and I went into our room to play and decided to eat later. About 30 minutes later, I came out, hungry and bored, because the girls were playing with Barbie dolls and I didn't particularly like doing that because I was just too old (ha, never too old to role-play, still love playing SIMS!).
I decided I would have something to eat and then go outside to play FOR REAL (which consisted of riding a scooter up and down the sidewalk in front of our apartment...yea, really having fun). The adults were talking so I just grabbed two slices of pizza (which happened to Pepperoni,,,yum) and a half cup of coke and sat down at the dining table to eat. As I was eating, I thought that the pizza tasted very strange and almost smelled like it had been out for a while, which didn't make sense because I had just made about an hour ago. So, I ate my two slices and went back for one more.
As I was reaching for one more slice, my mom yelled, "Don't eat that!!!" I stopped mid-way of grabbing the pizza, plate in one hand and my hand reached out towards the pizza pan. Intrigued, I asked her why. I was about ready to offended, anticipating that she would say something along the lines of 'They weren't good' or 'We're going to send the rest with the family when they leave'.
She continued, "We spilled a couple bottles of beer on that a while ago!!!"
Of course, my slices happened to be the ones that had been at the brunt of the battle.
I had my first taste of beer when I was twelve years old. I was buzzed for the next 20 minutes...decided I would go outside still and ride my scooter. Not a wise decision because I was dizzy after the first lap and had to sit the rest of the time on the curb and put my head on my lap.
So why tell all this now? Because that was the beginning of my abhorrence of beer, more specifically, Bud Light. Gawd, it smelled awful. After that, I vowed never to drink beer. I mean, why drink something that smells as disgusting as beer? It was covered in a shroud of mystery and I asked everyone who claimed to like beer "Why do you like beer? How do you drink with that smell?" Those that bothered to answer answered, "Because it gives you a good feeling" or "You get used to the taste after a while", which, coincidentally, raised more questions about why you would WANT to get used to drinking something that smelled weird.
Anyway, I was really stressed out past weekend and craved, not for ice cream or chocolate or salty foods, but for a nice Corona. How did this come about? A beer hater to a beer craver, what?
About a year ago, I went to a friend's house and a friend of mine that also came convinced me to try the Corona (actually, she just didn't want the whole bottle and so wanted me to drink the other half). Just as I was about to drink it, I sniffed and the smell was slightly less pungent than the Bud Light, but nevertheless, it made me crinkle my nose. The host's son told me to wait and got a lime and stuck it in my bottle. Interesting. I sniffed again, and it almost completely blocked out the smell of the beer. Intrigued, I decided to finally give the Corona a taste.
Wow. The taste of the Corona was....I don't know how to say it, but warm on my tongue. Very smooth. The beer itself just came from the freezer (apparently, beer tastes best like this, but I didn't think anything could make beer taste better...) so it was mighty cold, but the lime and the Corona going down was just....phenomenal.
In short, Corona with a lime stuck in the neck of the bottle, converted a drinker of dessert wines to straight up beer. Go Corona. I think I should submit this and they should make a commercial with this true story for the next super-bowl.
I can't believe how fast the season's passing me by!
It's already December and it's so cold, I feel like an old lady that feels the chills in her bones even while wearing a ski outfit with tremendous amounts of layers underneath...it's gone down to the 20's here in the past couple of weeks and in our area, that's WHOA! The honey that I had left inside the pantry, which was always cool to begin with, kinda...froze. haha I told my dad and he said that when he was younger, he would wait until the honey completely froze and then broke pieces off and ate it like it was candy. Have you tried that?
My sister's questioning whether she wants to stay in engineering...and I'm questioning why she doesn't want to. She's loved it thus far. Well, I changed majors in the last year too, so I can't say anything...I mean, how many of us haven't changed majors at least once? Huh? Who's with me?
Anywho, so it looks like I'll be taking me sister snowboarding...her first time.. she's not very happy about that. hahahahaha I remember when I first went to the resort in high school...I was falling all over and my butt was bruised for the rest of the week. But we had hot ramen and power bars, and even though I only made it down the mountain (more like an over-sized hill for my (lack of) experience level) twice...from 8 in the morning to about 7 pm (that says a lot about me, ey?), I remember enjoying the association with friends. I'm much better now (debatable)...though years later, I still haven't gotten the courage to go down the experienced mountain...I'll stay on my nice hilly mountain, thank you very much. I haven't had the opportunity to teach anyone to snowboard; wonder if I'll be able to help my sis out? ha, we'll probably end up falling down the hill together.
Speaking of which, the new year is just around the corner, and since Christmas isn't like that big for me, I always like to think ahead to the new year. What other resolutions will I make? That I'll otherwise fail at in the first week, but nevertheless, it's the thought that counts! Or so I'd like to tell meself.
So, to all my fellow xangans, take the cold season to grab some steaming coffee from your pot, your friend's pot, or even starbucks, lay out blankets on the floor and wrap yourselves in them (not in your bed because once you spill that coffee, you won't be happy with me), and enjoy a good movie, music, book, magazine, bible. Just spend some me-time these December weeks~ Enjoy the season guys!