I would have thought this was a self-evident rule, but apparently some people missed that part of social studies class. So here it goes: never, ever can you demand to be invited to a social gathering at somebody’s house. This especially applies if you are merely an acquaintance of the hosts. This might be confusing [...]
I’ve been out dancing for the past two nights, and though it is fun, I do feel a bit like a fish trying to hitchhike across a desert. I admit I had wanted nothing more than to spend my Friday night in pajama pants continuing the adventures of Rumo, but instead found myself lured out [...]
My sister and I view Houston as a magical culinary palace encircled by a moat of cars, but my mother sees it as a city fraught with terrible dangers*. Perhaps this is because living in Houston entails SO much driving, and my mother emphatically reinforces the stereotype of Asian women being awful drivers: she’ll slow [...]
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Contrary to what the drunk guy at the bar, or the friend of a friend has said: no university, anywhere, wants your testicle. Especially not for 75,000 smackaroos! For those who still cling on to the hope of trading in one of the boys for enough cash to buy a house: why do you think [...]