Saturday, December 27, 2008

Tang Li-Kwun - two songs

The famous singer Tang Li-Kwun (Teresa Teng / Deng Li Jun 鄧麗君) remains imprinted on the collective mind even thirteen years after her death.

Here is a very lovely song in Fukienwa (Fujianese language) recorded in 1971:
Unforgetable First Love

Look at the youtube picture - this is what I look like.

Just kidding! Shee! She is much more beautiful! I really really really wish that I looked like that!

And here's Tang Li-Kwun singing one of her most well-known songs.
Observing the Spring Wind

In my opinion she sounds too weepy in the second part, but she has such a beautiful voice! Fukine songs are all emotionally lilting and some are very magical. I don't like this song as much as the first, but it is much more popular.
Both songs were recorded when she was eighteen. She lived till she was forty two. She sang in Mandarin, Cantonese, Fujianese, and Japanese. And I think also in English and French, but I'm not sure.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Underwear and bleary eyes

Hooray, I did get new panties!!!!!!!! Mom is good that way. And even though they don't have happy frogs or penguins, I still can't wear them on pe days. Because of little flowers. But they are all cotton!!!!!!!!!!!

The ones I bought myself with the lacy edges are hidden inside Mickey's pants near his but. She'll never find them or even know that I have them, I hope. They are scandalous!!!!!!!!!!!

And she won't find out about the Hennesey either, coz I disabled the lock. It took five minutes with a screw driver after she left this morning for the big sale. So I don't have to keep that nasty stuff in my room, but I can still grab it when I really really need to get to sleep. Except that it leaves me feeling bleary eyed like I've got a cold or the flu.

I've seen some people drink lots of it, but that's just nuts. It's not quite as bad as beer, which tastes like spoiled rice porridge (with cheese!), but it burns and nearly makes you choke.
Plus I turned bright red and had to go to bed early. Maybe men don't get that. They're probably insensitive little creatures.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Victory is mine!


Found it!!!!!!!!!!!

Got the bottle!!!!!!!!!!

I win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But now what do I do? It tastes nasty! Horrid!

I'll try half a capfull in hot chocolate, maybe that way I can actually swallow it. It smells like fruity glue or chemical cleaners. Does whisky taste any better?

Where's the *&*^&%ing key????????

The bottle of Hennesey is in the cupboard in the hallway. That's were I saw it last. But why is it locked, and where's the &*%*%^)*ing key?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's my brothers' fault!!!!!!!! If they didn't pull that macho crap and act like they are entitled to swagger and drink (which they NEVER do anyhow, wussie cheapskates!), no one would even think to lock the cupboard. None of us drink, not even grannie, and heaven knows she's got reason, seeing as she keeps complaining about her sons her daughter in law and her grandsons and her worthless granddaughter (that's me!!!) and the neighbors and all the smelly white people.
The only one she never even says anything about is auntie Wah, probably because that woman running off to live with her big white boyfriend left her nothing to say. She's probably soooooooooooooooooo jealous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gonna hafta wait until everybody's watching football to see if it's in Dad's dresser.

Batteries not included!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm not even going to MENTION what uncle Booboo gave me this year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crapola, just another reason to stock up on mothballs. As if my closet doesn't smell enough already. It REALLY SUCKS being short!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the youngest.

That Hennesey that nobody's touched in all these years is starting to look REAAALLL GOOOD!!!! That Brandy is mine, bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!


Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Hah! Festivus!

On Jerry Seinfeld Costanza's dad invented Festivus. For all of us who are sick of Christmas. But it wouldn't work.

Wrestling the head of the household down to the floor, for one thing. My brothers would never do that! And I couldn't list MY grievances either!!!!!!!! For one thing, I have to live here. And for another, everyone would immediately start arguing and just not stop. What a horrible Christmas THAT would be!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mr. Costanza is not Chinese!!!!!

Besides, panetone is available only once a year. Who would want to miss that?

The good news is that I got all my shopping done. But there better be some red envelopes tomorrow, I'm flat broke!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

All the weirdoes went to Vegas?

I am sooo surprised! The usual gang of weirdoes and perverts haven't put ANY suggestive comments underneath the last post!

I guess they've all gone to Vegas for Christmas, like uncle Fatty. Which is a cheap cop-out. At least auntie Wah and uncle Booboo are still around to get and give headaches and nauseated feelings in their stomachs, along with all the rest of us. I really hope we have duck and char-siu this year instead of turkey.

I still have sooo much shopping to do, and only one more day to do it in. I swear, if I get half a chance, I'm swiping that bottle of Hennesey left over from Mei's wedding four years ago. Noone gonna miss it. And stupid holidays are the perfect time to develope a grownup appreciation of hooch. If only it didn't taste so sharp and bitter!


But maybe not really!!!!!!!!!

I'll just have to hit up the Caffe Trieste early and get fuelled. It's gonna be a long day. Christmas stinks.

Friday, December 19, 2008

What's white and green and happy?

Perhaps I should ask auntie Wah where her big white boyfriend got the Hello Kitty panties. If they have them in size five small, maybe they also have them in size four xs?

I really want panties with happy frogs on them. Or penguins. Which I wouldn't wear to school on p.e. days. Plain cotton and happy frogs. Is that too much to ask?

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Sex, love, cup size, and wolves

Wow and crappola!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another blogger actually told his readers to come here and read me. Now I feel like a famous author.

I suppose I should write more grown up, with less exclamation points !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and using spellcheck a whole lot more. Intelligent and literate, too.

And, whoever reads this will want excitement and pizzazz. So I guess I'm gonna hafta write about something steamy, like sex.

So here goes.

Mind your own business!

Chocolate, red bean pastries, and voodoo dolls!


Taste like chicken!

There, that should keep you happy!

I will not answer ANY questions that include the words sex, love, or cup size. The first two words are purely hypothetical (although if your name is Vronsky that may change all of a sudden), strictly none of your beeswax, and private.
The last word is between me and the lady at the store.
The wolves are here to add excitement, like in Anna Karenina (by L. Tolstoy). I hope you are suitably thrilled!

Stupid Disney garbage

If uncle Booboo gives me another giant rat for christmas this year I shall scream! I hate rats!
I hate Mickey Mouse! I hate stuffed pandas, donkeys, and llamas too!
I am not a child anymore!

Why doesn't he at least look at my bookshelf if he doesn't know what to get me! It's not THAT HARD!
Jane Austen, Vladimir Nabokov (hidden, usually, because, well, sex and all that), Raymond Chandler, romantic comedy mangas, Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, Astronomy, Reptiles of North America (not a cookbook!), Sherman's Lagoon, Pearls Before Swine, National Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Butterflies, Forever (stinko!), Annie On My Mind (wonderfull!!!!), and absolutely nothing at all from Disney! Nothing!
Disney is demonic. Disney is rotten. Disney is all that is unholy.

Winnie the Pooh by Disney is just pooh. Lap-sahp fei mat, ho chou ye. Complete pooh.

If uncle Booboo ASKS me, as if he EVER would, I just might blow his mind by suggesting Candide by Voltaire, which is probably the best steamy soap opera ever written. Syphilis as a recurring motif makes you think that Voltaire wrote autobiographically, no? Or at least about his time and place, as well as people he knew, or wished he did.
They should make a theme park out of that book, as The Thoughtful Person's alternative to Disney land. No rides for children. But ALL rides for children.

Do you want to gues what I did to last year's ugly stuffed Disney animal?

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Hot buttered weirdos

Some people who read my blog are very strange. A few call themselves amphibians, several are anonymous creeps, and some say the goofiest things.
These are the adults we are supposed to emulate.

If I met any of these people on the bus, I would hope that they wouldn't even notice me (well, they wouldn't anyhow). I think they're drunk most of the time. Or potty. Their comments only sometimes make sense. And I think they only come here so that they can say stuff.
Which is okay.

I'm glad that you are reading this. But there are some rules I really think you should follow.

Number one: I am not a cat. Number two: I do NOT want to rub myself all over with butter, and far less let anyone else do it. Number three: redundancy is not witty. Number four: redundancy is not witty. Number five: exclamation points are a way of life - live with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Number six: Monty Python is cool. Monty Python fans, maybe not. The jury is still out. Number seven: with or without bagels, dating is seriously out of the question. I don't have time for that. There's just too much homework, and people could see us, and it would be too embarrassing, and boys have sweaty sticky hands. And ick. Seriously. Ick. Number eight: I now know about ghee, but I'm never going to use it. Go read number two.
Number nine: Please keep all your greasy hands to yourself. I'm very very happy you're here, but no touching! Please see number two again. Ick.

Happy pajamas

I'm so jealous! It was auntie Wah's birthday the other day, and she has been boasting about her big white boyfriend! They've been living together for years!
Well, he really isn't big. He's only five nine. But he is white.

He gave her lobster and chocolate and perfume and roast duck and soy-sauce squab and happy pajamas and Hello Kitty Panties. And that is everything I want for christmas!

But I don't need the big white boyfriend. I don't even want to borrow hers. Big white boyfriends just aren't a good idea. Sorry!

I just need the happy pajamas and the Hello Kitty Panties.
And the lobster.
Maybe I'll even pass on the Hello Kitty Panties. Auntie Wah said that he knew (!) what her panty size was (5/S), but I don't want to tell ANYONE what size I wear!!! A man who gives a woman Hello Kitty Panties is just too much interested in some things only!
Especially!!! if he's a big white boyfriend.

But, anytime you find frog pajamas, let me know. Frog pajamas! Frog pajamas! Happy frogs all over pajamas! Yay!

Friday, December 12, 2008

My friend's brother

I like my friend Nie's brother, but he's sometimes strange. I mean, he's funny and all, but why does he sit on the couch when we're watching television? Why does he want to watch Weddings From Hell?!?!?!? And why does he say that that is what Nie's wedding would probably be like, but I'm not like that?!!

I'm never getting married! Marriage is just another way of saying "$$$$$ you!" to someone you love.

Boys need hobbies or they get goofy. He should play some sports instead. Or football.
He wanted us to watch Women Behind Bars afterwards and that's just too weird. There was nothing else on television so I went home.

Crumpets and bagels

Biscuits and melted butter are very comforting, especially with apricot jam. But bagels are really kind of boring. And do not go well with jam.

Muffins (and probably crumpets too) are really not interesting at all, as they taste mealy. The only thing you can do with an English Muffin is melt cheddar cheese onto it and add bacon.

But everybody likes cake. Very tiny wedges of cheesecake are delicious!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Warm nooks and crannies

Wikipedia has this to say about crumpets:
"A crumpet is a savoury/sweet bread snack made from flour and yeast. It is eaten mainly in the United Kingdom, but also in the nations of the Commonwealth.
Crumpets were an Anglo-Saxon invention. In early times, they were hard pancakes cooked on a griddle, rather than the soft and spongy crumpets of the Victorian era which were made with yeast. The crumpet-makers of the Midlands and London developed the characteristic holes, by adding extra baking powder to the yeast dough. The term itself may refer to a crumpled or curled-up cake, or have Celtic origins relating to the Breton krampoez meaning a "thin, flat cake" and the Welsh crempog or crempot, a type of pancake. Since many English words have Germanic roots, another possible root is the similar German word krumm (from Middle High German krump, krum) which means "bent"."

And on and on and on. It's a muffin, basically. In the picture they show.

Zesty means enjoyable, exciting, or piquant. Or sometimes orange or lemon peel(-ish).

So when Warren called me a zesty crumpet, he was saying that I have greasy skin, soft and spongy, or I excite him and he wants to smear me with melted butter. Either.
Eeeewwwwww, I'm going to be sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and even more exclamation points!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Frost Nixon

I want to see the movie "Frost/Nixon" later this month. It's not a christmas movie, so there won't be screaming children and angry parents in the audience. Well, maybe just the angry parents. But they will be very quiet.
The movie is about the interviews Frost did with Nixon in 1977.

Everyone born after Nixon resigned only knows that he was a dishonest man. The interviews show that it is more complicated than that. We've all heard of Watergate and the Vietnam war, but those are so long ago we don't see how complex things were. Some people lived through those years, but we're only studying that time. Everything was so different then.

But there are two things that are exactly the same. The idea that the president can do whatever she wants without consequence, and the horrid retro-seventies clothing. Is there a link between crippled ethics and polyester?

Exclamation point envy

Someone told me I use too many exclamation points.


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Saturday, December 6, 2008

What on earth is a zesty crumpet?

There's this boy Warren who takes some of the same classes as me, who says hi everytime he sees me. He's kinda cute. If you like geeks. With bottlebottom glasses. He always smiles at me when I pass him and his friends hanging out near the stairs. It's embarrasing so I always look down and I often take the other stairs instead, even when it's the long way around.

Yesterday he called me Zesty Crumpet as I passed. I have nooooo frigging!!!! idea what he meant by that!!! Does that mean he likes me???? I hope he doesn't do that when there are other people around, I could just die!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

I hate Christmas!

It's always like this! There's never enough time to shop for presents, and I never know what everyone will like. I want so much to give them stuff they'll like, but I don't have enough money!

My brothers are easy to shop for. I know they'll wear a dumb sweatshirt with the name of a college they've never heard of. But that is stupid. I think men are worse to shop for than women, even if they always dress the same way of sloppy. If they don't like something, they'll just NEVER wear it!
I swear, one of these years I'm just going to give everybody Hello Kitty socks and they can lump it!

Three more weeks to Christmas. I'll never find everyone stuff they'll like. Never! This is awfull! I feel sick about it already.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

How awful!!!!!

One of the blogs I read has awful news! A friend of his died! And he thinks it was by murder!

I did not know who mr. Kliman was until I looked him up on the internet. And I do not know what to think about him now. Some people on Indybay wrote that he was a violent sexist, but elsewhere it says that he was a doctor and had a gentle bedside manner, and that certainly seems more likely. Many of the photos I've seen show him smiling.

The Back of the hill lists several good reasons for not believing that it was an accident. But why would the police want to lie? Or the building manager?
Stuff like this goes on in places like France or Egypt, NOT IN SAN FRANCISCO.
I hope someone is comforting his mom. She must be so sad right now.

Saturday, November 29, 2008


I haven't written in many days, so this will be a long post. Sorry.

I spent all day on Thanksgiving helping my mom while my brothers sat in front of the television. This stinks! (I'm really using a much worse word here!) Uncle Booboo came into the kitchen to snack so many times, and wouldn't shut up. He's nearly as useless as granny. Granny was chopping the meat for the dumplings and kept dropping stuff on the floor when her glasses slipped. And she uses way too much garlic and salt, not enough ginger.
But it was really nice having everybody here (except uncle Fatty who went to Tahoe for four days), even if some of them COULD HAVE BEEN MUCH MORE USEFUL! And not so lazy sitting on the couch all day! Eating chips!
The turkey was very juicy, everybody had some, and the yams were sweet. We all ate too much. And then there was coconut lime cake afterwards.

There are still two containers of dumplings in the freezer. Soup will go well with them and noodles and bokchoi. I don't know what we can do with the cranberry stuff, because no one really likes soapy-sour very much. The cake is all gone. Granny had two pieces at least.

Yesterday mom and aunty Wah and I went shopping. So many people! It was a zoo! I didn't think I could find anything for my brothers with all those people hurrying about. But I got some nice things for friends, so I did get something done. I'm too busy to find anything for myself these times. I keep spending my red envelope money for other people's presents. And mom doesn't want to spend any money at all! (Which explains a lot about my allowance!)

We had food from Kam Heng for dinner. No one wanted to cook after eating all day Thursday and shopping all day Friday. It was too salty, even I thought so. They cook for old people. But it was good and convenient. Mom made uncle Booboo buy it as punishment for being such a pest on Thanksgiving. Maybe she can also make him take the cranberry stuff home, as well as the extra chow fun and pepper shrimp.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

The frog prince

This is something I haven't told anyone at school. I have a frog named Richard. He's not flesh and blood, but mostly cotton. He's been my best friend since I was three. He smiles a lot, and when I hold him I feel so safe and not alone. He smells nice too.

When I was smaller he talked to me. Now he doesn't say much, but sits on the left side of the desk looking at me and smiling. He's very happy, and wears a long beady necklace.

When he first came he was a much darker green. Animals get paler as they get older. Years ago I used to think he was a prince, and I kissed him when I was still in first and second grade, hoping he would change, but he never did. At that time I though maybe he's a toad, and they don't transform?

I know he'll never change. Which is good. I think everyone needs someone who will always be the same, and always be there. Even if they are mostly cotton and velvet and smell nice.

Especially! if they smell nice.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Catch 22

This book is really funny if you like the army or frustrated men wearing uniforms. Its about a man who wants to stop flying bombers, but every time they raise the flights he has to do to get out. There are several interesting characters such as Major Major Major. His dad named him Major, his family name is Major, and he is a Major. This is kind of like someone named Panic who becomes a general or Peace with a boy called Warren. Silly, but funny too.

There are many things which do not make sense, such as the rule that the book is named after, catch 22. If you are worried about staying alive you are too sane to let go. If you ask out you prove that you are not crazy so you stay in. No matter what you do you will not get out. Ever!!!
Plus its about very important people telling everyone else what to do. Which is sort of what life is all about. The military is presented as an illogical environment, but one that functions according to strict rules.

The book is by Joseph Heller. It was written in 1961. I recommend it. They also made a movie of it, but I have not seen that. It is not like M*A*S*H* at all.

Monday, November 17, 2008

I hate p.e.!!!!!!!!!!

I hate undressing with other girls, cause my legs are too fat and short, and I don't have big round fat blonde breasts! I always feel like I'm too small and babyish around the others, and too fat. Plus the p.e. teacher is a sadist! This is so stupid! Noen of us is EVER going to be a football player, and most of hate hate hate sports!

Plus I always sweat too much, and my skin feels greasy afterwards, and I can't run with glasses on. P.E. is stupid!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, November 16, 2008


My friend said I should read this book, so I did. It is written by Stephenie Meyer and it's about vampires. It is glib. And purile. And a waste of time.

This is not a good book, and it should be thrown out. All the main people in the book and the one that follows are very special and sparkley. There is no character, just flatness. The apple on the front probably represents sex. The only true part is about smelling blood.

Bella and Edward Cullen fall in love. Yes, of course they do. Its pretty icky, and not real at all. She's soft and a bit dense up there. He's a vampire who drinks animal blood as a matter of principle. There are good vampires and bad ones and truly exceptionally horrible ones. But the writing is completely unsurprising.
The boy vampire falls in love because he can't read her mind but he can smell her blood, and it is delicious. Everything about her is delicious, and wonderful, and bloody perfect.
She is beautiful. There is danger. Everyone is flat and dull and acts stupid.

This series is incredibly irritating. I don't understand why the others like it so much. Maybe there's something wrong with me. I just don't get it. Bad writing.

I gave both books back. Everyone says the fourth book is bad, but I shan't even read the third one.
I can't believe they made this series into a movie!!!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


I'm really very angry. I wish i was TALLER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Horrid big things

It's soooo bad when everything you like is much too large. Why do they always make these things so big???? Some people just aren't superplusgrosshugemongus!!!!!!!

Glandular freaks!

Not everyone's got gold hair. What is she, anyway!!! A size D?????????


There's a really pretty skirt I like that I think I can wear. Its got tucks in the back which make my waist higher and it flairs out in the back. It's dark which will go well with my sweaters even the one with butterflies. But it's still forty dollars from sixty last week, and I don't have enough money! I don't have enough money! It's REALLY really REALLY nice!

It's black so it won't make people look at my legs. Some of the other girls have nice thin long legs, so they look normal. I wish I was different.
I think I do have nice feet. Something nice is very important, especially if you aren't, you know, big! But nobody really looks at feet.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

About chicken and black beans

I really like salty flavours. I could eat chicken or pork with blackbeans or shrimp sauce and rice every day. Even beef, but that must have a lot of garlic.

Chicken with black bean sauce.

One pound of chicken
One green pepper
Half a strip bacon
Half a cup stock
One tablespoon rice wine
Half tablepoon tausee (salted black bean)
One teaspoon cornstarch
Half teaspoon sugar
Minced ginger and garlic
Shredded green onions

Chop the chicken into pieces about one and a half inches across. Chop the green pepper and bacon much smaller than that. Mix the sugar and cornstarch with a little cold water. Chop the tausee a little bit but not too fine.
Stirfry the chicken for a minute in a wok, then add the pepper and bacon. Cook while stirring till the bacon is wilted. Then add the ginger, garlic, and tausee. When the garlic and ginger are golden add the stock and rice wine. Cook for a few minutes, then mix in the water with the sugar and cornstarch and cook till glossy. Throw in the shredded onions before taking off the stove and then add a few drops red vinegar.

If you add a little ham ha jerng (which is shrimp paste) while cooking it is even better! But some people do not like it so salty.

My friend Kitty doesn't like chicken very much, she could use small chopped streaky pork instead. But blanch it first to remove the blood smell.

It is very delicious. Food is better than .....
At least I hope so!

Thursday, November 6, 2008


Today they had pizza and the line was sooooooo long. While I got closer and closer I worried that it would be all gone by the time I got there. The person ahead of me took too long and I was thinking dammit bitch you're eating ALL the pizza! I was really worried.

But there was enough there. And it was SOOOOOOO good!!!!!!!!

They also had fried chicken. I could've had some, instead. But fried chicken gives me zits.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Recipe for steamed pork with dried fish

My granny can't eat dried fish because of her bloodpressure. And Uncle Fatty hates it!
So I like it, because the two of them eat everything else!

Steamed Pork With Dry Fish

One pound ground pork
A two finger piece of muy herng dried fish (梅香)
Half tablespoon sesame oil
Half tablespoon soy sauce
Half tablespoon rice wine
Half teaspoon sugar
Half teaspoon cornflour
Minced ginger and garlic

Work over the pork a little with two cleavers, then mix everything but the dry fish together in a shallow bowl. Pat to flatten and put the dry fish on top. Steam for fifteen or twenty minutes. Add some parsley or cilantro. It is delicious.

If you don't like the taste of dry fish (waah, ho mey-ga!), you can do the same thing with preserved mustard or turnip. You must soak them first to remove some of the salt, then chop them very fine. It's very good too, but not as good as steamed pork with dried fish.

This is really old school, but very very good. Try it!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

A dress and a dork

I so jealous of my cousin, she looks so pretty in a dress. She can wear dresses, I can't. Something about the legs and the hips. I think my legs are too short and my thighs are too fat. But she is very pretty!

When I grow up I wanna be just like her! Really!
Except without the dork boyfriend.
:-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

Sunday, November 2, 2008

First post

This is an experimental blog. I've never blogged before, and I am wondering if anyone will ever read what I write. If they do, I hope they like it. I probably don't write very well.
I really don't know what to write about, either. I don't have any plans to write the great American novel (it's already been done), I have no intention of putting my homework notes here (that's a stupid idea), and this is not going to be a sparkly review of current events and politics (read the newspapers instead, and please don't tell me how to vote).

I suspect it's really going to be mostly about Hello Kitty.

Don't take everything so seriously!