So here are a few pics from the weekend. There was a few from a gravel pit thing under the bridge but at ISO3200 they look like butt to me after off loading them on the comp. These ones didn’t look too bad considering my idiot camera settings.
In response to my loathsome post last night, I will take the advice and put it to use. My “new” hobby will be to try to update my blog with things I’m learning while living abroad.
This last week, I learned my body is failing on me. Not 7 days ago, my knee swelled up to the point where I was unable to bend it enough to get into my car to drive the measly 5 minutes to work. Instead, I used my imagination and pretended i was in a 3 legged race to get back to my couch so I could rest my thrashed leg. 3 hours and an equal amount of x-rays later, I’m told I have what looks to be a bone shard sticking out of my tibia. Wonderbar.
*sigh*
Oh, mine was much less fancy than this. Google images made this particular meal.
Alright, so this isn’t officially the first meal I’ve cooked on my own, but it is the first meal I’ve cooked on my own from scratch in this apartment. You’d think because of my ethnicity and 100% solidarity when choosing “asian” in the age old, slightly racist, meal time question “white or asian?” I’d make something like beef and broccolli, or sweet and sour pork.. pho even.
But, I did not. I made fried fish. Romo, you’re not the only Pilipinong up in this hizouse.
Sadly, it wasn’t ultra flip fish, just salmon. And rice. Setting off the fire alarm was also like having a poorly DJ’d party in my kitchen. Still, so good in my belleh.
Pr0n. I can’t help myself, besides, it’s possible it might be shrimp
I said to myself that I’d try not to post things that were way off tangent. I suppose I’m not the dog’s bullocks. Working today, I got really tired. I wanted a nap.. then I wanted Tsim Chai Noodle’s wontons. They’re massive, made of seafood, and raise my cholesterol level to new heights.. But I want. Sadly, it’s more expensive here in BC than it is in Toronto.
BC has clean air. I don’t know.. just for good measure I suppose.
So today, well “yesterday” if you want to be an asshole, I had to go in to work. Afterwards, Ann, Helena and I went to get shanked for dinner in the skeezy part of Vancouver: Chinatown. Just kidding, it’s not that sketchy, you just can’t cross the imaginary line between good and evil that runs through that area.
Restaurant Name: Phnom Penh
Address: 244 East Georgia Street, Vancouver, BC, Canada
Tel: 604-582-5777, 604-734-8898 Why do they have two?
Style: Cambodian and Vietnamese
