Thousand Island

The girl I replaced left me a jar of honey. On a whim, I decided to mix some of the honey and soy sauce to garnish (or salvage) what had originally been the dry, bland and pasty chunks of fried chicken I had prepared for dinner, which were barely seasoned with olive oil, black pepper, and salt. You might think that's culinary childplay, but I mean, this is a huge step for a girl who just started cooking raw meat an entry ago. Anyway, the result was delicious, flavorful, mildly salty and mildly sweet, and once further shoved down the palate, a little bit familiar. Then it hit me. While I was delighted by the successful sauce-improvisation, it had occurred to me that what I had created wasn't Lorraine's Soy and Honey Glazed Chicken, but was actually good ol' proper-noun-less teriyaki chicken...which has already been in existence for ages. I'm a little upset by it. 

This could be a giant metaphor. 

sunrise, sunset

Beppu has the worst sunsets. It kind of just turns pink and then it gets dark...brain fart...Land of the Rising Sun, duh. I love spontaneous epiphanies, especially while I'm typing stream of consciousness style. 

I've been having a really good week since the last post. So good that I hardly even want to mention them. Who likes reading about happy people? My blog is entirely about what annoys me...and my profound social commentary (yeah right). I can basically parallel this with an awful and awfully embarrassing Sex and the City reference because that's the only thing I've been watching lately: It's like when Carrie realized that she was unhappy with Aiden because there was nothing wrong with their relationship somewhere around season three or four. I've been cheating on my blog with happiness and contentment. And Carrie ended up marrying Big, now how about that? I think Proust said something about how grief empowers the mind. It also makes you a better writer. 

Since my blog lacks in lists, I've decided to make one about what I've been up to and what's been exciting:   

-I turned 23 and had a fantastic birthday week because...(sublist ensues):

-I hosted two travelers at separate times via couchsurfing.com and had the best time with both of them discovering Beppu, finally. HOTSPRINGS ARE AMAZING. 

-my supervisor treated me to gyoza and champon, or something, whatever it was good and I love how birthdays mean you don't pay for your food and everyone is nice to you. 

-I was only hungover in half the times I went drinking since the last post. 

-I cooked! A sesame-soy-miso, chicken, potato, broccoli, tofu stew. My very own recipe! It needed some salt, but it was edible.

-for winter holiday, I'm going to HONG KONG to see my family for Christmas and New Year! 

  

tylenol cold

tylenol cold is fantastic. i think i'm getting visuals. i'm trying to fight the induced sleep but i'm so going to pass out in about 3 minutes.  

TONIGHT I ATE RAW HORSE: 

It was alright. nothing special about it except that it's equine and i love that i ate my little pony. i think all raw food tastes similar--cold, slimy, could live without eating it ever again. 

m.i.a.

I came here because I wanted to escape from the comfort and familiarity of home, and be on my own for awhile. But unless I'm commuting on the train or, like now, in bed right before I go to sleep, I have had zero time for myself. I want just one day to get settled and discover Beppu City for myself. I don't even have time to vacuum or decorate these sad, empty walls because the job and other obligations come in the way. I have no energy to learn Japanese because I'm so busy. I haven't had the chance to figure out how to beat my cold. And now, with my new phone which I hate and love equally, I have another device connecting me to the world. I feel that if I'm not surrounding myself with people and loading up on plans then I'm missing out and wasting time. All I really want, just for a little bit, is to soak it all in. And clean my barren, dusty apartment. And get some toilet paper.      

Wired...or wirelessed (?)

Lorraine's gotta keitai (cell phone).

Lorraine got hate crimed in class by a little shit Japanese kid named Shoichi. 

Lorraine has a new stalker friend who she's going thrift shopping with this Sunday because new stalker friend has CNN. 

Lorraine cooked spaghetti with marinara and broccoli TWICE since her success with instant ramen. Will move on to spaghetti with pesto and boiled potatoes tomorrow. 

Lorraine was somehow able to wash her clothes after aimlessly pressing buttons on the Japanese washing machine. Lorraine also realized it takes two days to air dry wet clothing

Lorraine's immune system is fighting a losing battle against the Japanese cold virus. 

I need to buy some toilet paper.