bread and cheese

boys:cheese :: girls:bread

a fine, well-aged cheese goes oh-so-well with a slice of freshly baked bakery bread.

in fact, nobody wants newly churned cheese curd on a loaf of stale old bread, all crunchy and inedible.

even 1 day old bread loses its worth... on sale for 50% off!

sad :'(

realizing this as i get crustier and moldier....

i can't let you go 2010.

don't grow up

Today, we were eating at New Garden (God Bless you jja jang myun makers, i missed your black sauce noodles) and my second to youngest cousin (age 15) asked me (in particular) if i could drive him to a party after dinner. of course i said yes..but first i told him not to eat any onions if he was gonna go to a maaaake out partyyyy (har har!) when we were leaving, he was delicately balancing this big 김box in his hands as if it held something very precious. i asked him what was inside? he wouldn't let me open it... so i pried it out of his hands and forced it open only to find.... 4 chocolate cupcakes??!!!!!!!!!!!! lololololol

apparently he wanted a ride to this girl's birthday party at BJs... a senior! my cousin is a freshman in high school, mind you. and this is what he had prepared for her....

we (the older cousins, older yet still very obviously immaturerer) made fun of him like crazy!!! what the heck is that? you pansy! did you bake those? why only 4? you cheapo! didn't you get her a present?? why did you put it in that box? you wanna stop and get a real cake box to put it in you ghetto azz..... etc, etc.

i knew he would probly be very embarrassed at this point, so to make my cousin feel better about his cupcake baking, i started telling the story about my brother and how he was so in love with this girl named Roxy that when she was having a fundraiser and asked my brother for a donation, without hesitation, he forked over all of his weekly allowance and starved for the rest of the week. what a stupid azz.... funniest part of that story was that i remembered it but my brother didn't... -_- had he already forgotten his old sentimental self?

Point of story: every girl should know what it feels like to be a Roxy.... to know that although it may not seem like much... some boy is willing to hand bake cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles on your birthday and get them safely into your hands... or unknowingly sacrifice all his lunches for a cause that you believe in.

boys.. don't ever grow into douchey, hard hearted, selfish, thoughtless men. stay as sweet as that chocolate fudge on your cupcakes... forever!!!!

tears of a clown

i have this new theory about nice guys that is comparable to my theory about pretty girls.

very pretty girls (who have been pretty all their lives) tend to lack excitement and depth because they have not had to development interesting personalities. things just come easier in life... unlike girls of average or below average looks who have had to strive and build themselves up out of necessity; to survive in a shallow world and compensate with additional attributes to make up for where they fall short in looks.

very nice guys tend to lack depth and a sense of inner struggling, brooding, intensity because they have lived such lovely lives. nothing forced them to search deep within themselves and reflect and get all emotional and get in touch...

you know what they say about funny people too? that they have developed a sense of humor through the hard times life has brought them. they had to learn to make jokes and laugh about things in order to cope and move on... and keep from losing their sanity. (it's totally true). the tears of a clown are the saddest ones~

we all adapt and learn to struggle through things and grow from them as they happen in life. our experiences make us who we are... so then can our lack of experiences stunt potential emotional development... ???

therefore, i say pretty girls and nice guys are a good fit.

their innocence (ignorance?) about the world complements each other.

people like me? i guess we need a little bit more fermented darkness...

we're attracted to the brooding viper type (a.k.a. don drapers) because we can relate to it, and find solace in the healing process...

nobody said it was healthy.

but it's not by choice... it's just by nature.

just the two of us

funny how a shared moment with a stranger can sometimes feel so unintentionally cathartic...

we both sat there in the stillness,

women of a similar distress,

wearing our mk watches,

sniffling through the turbulence,

sneaking sideways glances at each other,

dabbing at our eyes with a silent tissue,

wondering what the other was thinking about...

complete strangers.... yet kindred spirits.

thanks for the coincidental meeting, 19A.

love,

19B