Sunday, September 04, 2005

On August 7th, the day after my twentieth birthday, my family dined out for the special occasion at a Markham restaurant.

An immediate fondness sprung for the restaurant's name -- which will be revealed to you in due time -- upon examination of the paper chopstick wrappers. I made a mental note to swipe one after the waiter took our orders, but to my dismay, he removed and carried the wrappers away with him. Other Brother, showing unusual finesse, gave me a look, and grabbed one from the empty table behind him.

My parents afford only the best for their eldest and only daughter.

posted at 9:48:41 pm

October 4, 2005   06:59 PM PDT
September 26, 2005   01:15 PM PDT
Heh. Amusing, truly. Poor people with less than a basic grasp of the English language, trying to fit into our society.
September 8, 2005   12:32 PM PDT

After this, I'm reminded of a funny tale...

After dining with the family at a place called "A Taste of China", my little sister made the following comment on the way out...

"Well, we had a taste of China and it tastes like shit."

While I did find it quite hilarious but inappropriate, I wholeheartedly concurred.
September 5, 2005   12:55 PM PDT
Oh man, for my last birthday my parents brought me to "Crappy Thai Place".
September 5, 2005   05:33 AM PDT
You can't beat decent seafood

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Glo'ri'a'na, noun:
1. An alternative form of "Gloria."
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.


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