Have you ever have to deal with someone who is obviously either not trying hard or incapable but they do not want to admit it?

Guess what do they love doing? They look for scapegoats. They look for flaws in other people. They convince the rest of the world that the reason for their incompetence is someone else’s fault.

Pathetic, isn’t it?

Politicians’ mentality.

Period.

I am not incapable, you are!

I am not trying to show off, but I HAVE TO show off this photo of fireworks I took at the Duke vs. FIU football game!

Fireworks at Duke vs. FIU football game

I am not kidding, I heard a guy behind me asking this question to the cashier in Subway! “It is five dollars!” said the shocked lady cashier. I could see that she was trying very hard not to laugh. Me too.

At first, I thought he was kidding. I turned around and looked at him. No, he was not kidding. He had a very serious look on his face and nodded at the cashier’s answer. That made my day!

Laugh of the day

Yep, it is my birthday today, September 14th. This is how I used to remember my birthday (and yes, I did have trouble differentiating my birthday from my sisters, and I will tell you why later): four days before the Mid-autumn festival, which is a Chinese traditional holiday. People make moon cakes to celebrate the full moon. It represents family harmony and all other good stuff related to family. And yes, that used to be HOW I remembered MY birthday. Move on to my sister’s birthday. She was born on September 24th, two years after. Growing up, my birthday was never celebrated separately from hers—-my family decided to COMBINE our birthdays and celebrate it on September 24th! Birthdays were not a big deal for people from my part of China back then. We had other things to worry about I guess, such as mid-autumn festival, or the 15th of eighth month of the lunar calendar– I know, I know, it is complicated.

Anyway, today is my birthday. I got birthday wishes from friends on Facebook, QQ, and so forth. I am really excited now! I have started celebrating my birthday properly ever since I came to America more than 5 years ago. I guess I no longer live “under the shadow” of my sister’s birthday ^_^! But wait, I have not heard anything from my family wishing me a happy birthday yet. Apparently, no one remembered that it was my birthday today. I might hear from them on the 24th of September…

No, I am not mad when I am writing this. I just think it is funny.

Lovely

Mom’s lovely garden

Let me clarify, I am only speaking for myself. You might have a different view, and I respect that.

  1. The email that does not address the recipient (me).  I do not get it! Why would someone start writing an email without addressing the other by name, or even “HEY”? To me, it seems so rude to NOT let the other person know that you are writing to her/him. I do not get it!
  2. The email that is written in letters and numbers.  Ok, so you are really environmentally friendly— you do not want to waste a WORD, you have to type “U2” instead of “You too”. It is not a text message, you do not have to go all trendy and saying things like “g2g”. And no, it is not “sent from my iPhone”, so please, do not be this stingy with words.
  3. The email that runs like a novel. Please, get to the point as soon as you can! Some people really like to write, write, and write, and they do not care if others have time to read it or not. I do not like to write long emails and do not like do read them! Delivering your message in fewer words is considered a skill in some places, so please, do not “let me start by saying….” or casually slipping in your life story when you are writing.

Every time I miss my dear grandma, I make rice porridge, like this:

Taste of love

I remember when I was little, I got sick a lot. I would cry every morning because I did not feel well. Grandma would get up at 5 am in the morning and start the stove. As soon as the rice porridge boils, as the fragrance of boiling rice along with all kinds of nuts dominate the house, I would jump out of the bed and start staring at the porridge pot—my was mouth watering, stomach was groaning, and eyes were wide open as I watch the steam slowly goes up into the air and disappears…

It has been a year and half since Grandma left. No matter how hard I try, the rice porridge is never the same.