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Nothing like Family

May 16, 2011 eating out

I’m home!!!!!! Not home as in the lemon tree home, or even my new apartment, but in some random cheap hotel near LAX Airport. But it’s home because I’m finally reunited with my family!! My parents arrived in the afternoon in a rented mini-van. I was wiping the floors of my now bare room when [...]

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German Street Food

March 16, 2011 eating out

The Los Angeles street food culture is acknowledged nationwide. I don’t know exactly where the first food truck started, but I’m pretty sure Los Angeles was one of the biggest contributor to its boom. I hear about a new food truck chugging out onto our streets every week. And then of course Los Angeles has [...]

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How To Paint Bread Orange

February 25, 2011 My story

Some of you might recall that I’m a fine arts minor. Yeah, I also said I’m an East Asian Language & Cultures (EALC) minor on my last post, but I’m double-minoring in fine arts too (i.e., I have no life). Anyway. I’m taking a second-level drawing class right now, and we’re focusing on the human [...]

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Food Bigotry

November 20, 2010 eating disorders

When I was about 16, my father brought some Chinese take-out home. It was lo-mein. “Here, have some,” he said, handing me a pair of chopsticks. I didn’t notice the strange look on his face. I wolfed the lo-mein down. “Good, huh?” my dad said, red in the face. “Uh…yes…” I replied hesitantly, wondering what [...]

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Cooking In My Kennel

September 30, 2010 My story

It is common for a journalist to be compared to a dog. After all, what do we do? We sniff. We poke our noses into everything, especially things that aren’t ours to touch. We like to dig, paw, and unearth, barking triumphantly when we find a stinky bone, something most people find dirty and would [...]

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Playing Vampire

September 22, 2010 blog meet-up

Mimi and I are almost always on Gchat in the evenings. And we have a ritual. The clock will hit 11:30 pm. And Mimi will send me her daily goodnight greeting: “Niiiight. Going to bed.” “Granny!” I would snort. “Bat!” Mimi would retort back. Yeah. That’s what I am. A bat. It’s probably not a [...]

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