Awesome Steamed Fish:

Secret recipe, hard to figure out, no lie. Makes the perfect steamed fish. One of my most adored dishes.

Ingredients:

• Steamable-fish (Haha.. I didn’t go grocery shopping with them to know the english name.)
• Soysauce
• Green onion (3-4)
• Cilantro (4-5 plants)
• Salt
• Sugar
• Ginger
• Oil

Prepare fish:

1. De-scale it.
2. De-gut it
3. Puncture it’s swim bladder to deflate it.
4. If the fish is big , score alone the side of the top fin.

Instructions:

1. Start to boil 1-2 cups of water.
2. Prepare green onions cut to ~1.4 inches, and a few medalions of thinly sliced ginger.
3. On a steam-able dish, place the green onions at the bottom of the plate and set the fish ontop of the green onions.
4. Excess green onions that isn’t the ‘bed’, place into the belly cavity of the fish.
5. Place the ginger medalions (~4/5) all over the surface of the fish, including the eyes.
6. Excess ginger are to be placed in the belly as well.
7. Place dish onto a ’steamer rack’ into the pot after water boils. I use a wok.
8. Cover with lid.
9. Cook medium fish no longer than 10 minutes: large fish no longer than 12 minutes.
10. Once ready, Remove and set aside.

1. Discard all the green onions and ginger that was steamed with the fish.
2. Prepare and cut cilantro into one inch and place around the fish.
3. Thinly cut one green onion and one ginger medallion and place around the fish.

1. ‘Cook’ a bit of oil.
2. Pour along the fish.

1. ‘Cook’ a bit of soy sauce.
2. Pour along the fish.

complete.

Apparently everyone felt it, including Ollie. I had no knowledge of it until he called me from work.

Toronto’s ever-so-rare minor earthquake. Let’s keep it that way.

Haha, it reminds me of how Toronto is located smack in the middle of an area dubbed as Tornado Ally. True to its name, because of the air currents, tornadoes love to bud within that area. But because of Toronto’s awesome location, we’re in the middle of a small area where this rule is vito’d, and thus, no tornados form here. Ha!

Back to work guys. For me, it’s working on completing my first pokemon game, EVER. Shameful, I know, so wish me good luck!!

Two words: Utterly late [for school]. In the morning, I debated whether I should go to school or not for I had this solid pink-red-thing going on with my left eye. It was usually just bloodshot veins from allergies, but this morning’s thing was horrible. There was no white to be seen at all. I was late because I spent the essential minutes sprinting to school reading on ‘pink eyes’.

Clearly, I still went to school, knowing that it was contagious. I was cautious though; I made sure not to infect table tops with my snot nor cough (it says the droplets of mucus are easily transferrable, yuck).

Anyway, I was just looking up the processes of going into university, such as paying tuition and whatnot. It seems I can’t do anything. Joy. Then I spoke to Erin, for she’s to be my best buddy for the next four years. We plan on having the same courses, same times, etc. We’re gonna be tight.

Somehow, our conversation led to talks about suicide, because she was harassing me with the idea of continuing our computer science studies into university, harhar. I didn’t voice, or type this over, but I was thinking: Wow, what a waste it is for people who just goes off to suicide. We watched Prince of Persia: Sands of Time today, right? It was such a waste for a character to die off, no?  The Japanese likes their kamikaze attacks, and it’s such a waste of their noble lives, no? If only these emo little kids would go off and at least die of something useful if they’re planning to suicide. Maybe throw themselves into a meat shredder to feed the pigs. Maybe die in a moat/pond/lake/ocean to feed the fish. Go do some suicide mission, like volunteer as a test subject of some crazy experiement. For example: see if humans can survive the intake of xxx at this amount, travel to places that humans of worth don’t want to risk, etc. At the same time, maybe you’ll save some animals who are subjected to ‘animal testing’, for you, with the choice, will be volunteering. Jeez. What a waste. That includes graveyard space. Leave it for those who really needs it. Who’s gonna mourn for some emo kid that suicided. Personally, I’m going to sign that little card that says “use whatever organ or limb possible, that’s left of me, when I die”. At least someone will make use for a little while, of my failing kidneys.

Now, to [re-]read A Streetcar Named Desire.

- Elaine

As a daughter of an asian mother and is constantly exposed to the western cilvilization, my lifestyle is influenced both ways. Often it is hard for me to depict the differences in the cultures, but it is entertaining to pick out the subtle or not-so-subtle differences.

One, however, really stuck out to me.:’Are you okay?’

When my mother does something which caused harm to herself, say – she stubbed her toe. Instinctively I would inquire, ‘are you okay?’ As her response, she would shrill out, ‘OMG, What do you think?! I just stubbed my toe!!’ Instead of feeling sympathy for her abused toe, I would, instead, sigh and roll my eyes at her lack of understanding in what ’sarcasm’ or its ‘just a saying’ and ‘don’t take it literally’.

Being exposed to the western culture, sarcasm is used quite often but apparently my asian mother does not realize the existence of ’sarcasm’. *sighhh*

Well, bell just went, time to head off to french class!

- Elaine