bless you, industrialization

Closely linked to and much like democracy, industrialization is also a protégé of Western politics. While I would probably say that democracy granted to developing countries is probably as bad as giving chocolate to a dog, it would be unfitting to say the same of industrialization. (Yes, hate to break it to you about democracy,… Continue reading bless you, industrialization

my first characters

In the western world, most people probably started off learning the alphabet with 'A' or 'a' for apple. Should the preliminary curriculum all of a sudden change course by 180 degrees and start with 'Z', parents might storm down the schools and government. Consider you lucky, you people who only have to deal with 26… Continue reading my first characters

three is better than one

Like popcorn kernels that get stuck between your molars, and bits of pith clogged persistently underneath one's fingernails, it's often the least significant things unnoticeable by others that you cannot endure about yourself. But when you have someone point out exactly what you already can't stand about yourself (but persistently put off correcting), you don't… Continue reading three is better than one

ostroconophobia

For many, the very thought of oysters sends them bolting straight to the opposite direction. I found this somewhat true in Taiwan where oyster pancakes, popcorn oysters, and dilled oyster fritters. Seriously, how can you not like oysters? This phenomenon only inflated when I came to Vancouver, yes, sushi capital of North America (sorry, Los… Continue reading ostroconophobia

bad breath? suck it up.

Recently in my econ class my prof reminded me of the essence of each choice we make: there is always a trade-off. And each choice we make means that there's something else we've given up. You're reading this, hopefully to wring from it a few droplets of pleasure, and you've forgone the opportunity of finishing up the… Continue reading bad breath? suck it up.

Pulled Over

"No sir, you can't just throw barbeque sauce onto some grey pork floss and call it pulled pork." We all have something to fight for, something grounded jn the depths of our memory that we treat in a do-or-die sort of way. That is, if you're going to do it, you better do it right,… Continue reading Pulled Over