Just went to Moonmilk to buy three packs of cheese. Not the store at your house, there is another one in my direction. The snack crisis is averted.
Family-oriented people get very angry when some 30-year-old girl is passive-aggressive to her racist uncle and offer solution to be tolerant. Yeah that's one way to see it.
My concern is that the racist uncle stings for a minute, but it habituates you to be passive-aggressive that will damage your important relationships for decades. You are actually the loser here, way more than your uncle.
But the real question is, you are already a grown-ass person, what stops you from ignoring your uncle entirely? You don't even have to tell them to get lost. You just ignore them if you don't want to confront them. So why not? They will get bored really quickly.
No, you want to give mixed-signal. A negative signal to satisfy your hate. A positive signal to diffuse the hate and keep the relationship running. Because if it ends officially, you lose an option. An option to say “we are still family” when you need help.
They definitely put some very questionable things in the fish cake. Because my homemade fish cake tastes nothing like the ones sold in the markets or at bánh mì kẹp stands at all.
I'm always amazed at the level of confidence when people correct each other on historical facts. I mean, my parents walked from from the living room to my room, and the stories were already distorted in several different ways. So when people show maps and evidence from hundred years ago, I don't know what to do.
My Chinese pants have crossed the border and been delivered to me. I'm a little bit sad because it does not look exactly like the pair that I have that worn out because of me sitting on rough concrete. Maybe it's more of an attachment problem than a fashion problem. Because I also had a different rice bowl at home and I was always angry when someone else used it.
I have a new idea already for today. Because my idea last month sucked.
Today I had a pork sandwich.
When my tutor was fighting the evil chemists, I was licking popsicles waiting for my parents to pick me up.
What is it like to be in boarding school, though? Cause my junior high was about 5km from my house. Eta was in the center part of the town, so much closer. I was in the rural part. I often had my lunch right in class with a food box my mom packed and soy milk. And I rode my bike to school every day.