Bless the Drink, Eat, Sing VLive.
Bless Moomoos. Bless Mamamoo.
Happy new year~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For the last couple of months, and ever since I started making my own chai at home, I’ve been obsessed over ginger. I’ve always been a fan of commercial ginger ale, but it was on my trip to Japan this past March when I had a cold bottle of Asahi Wilkinson Ginger Ale at Itasoba Kaoriya (板蕎麦 香り家) in Ebisu (Tokyo), a place for soba suggested by uzaigaijin. :P After that, I spent my whole trip having ginger ale in Japan, on top of bottled Kirin Milk Tea, lol
Since then, I’ve been having ginger tea, and now— my cousin has started making ginger ice-cream as per my request xD A couple of weeks ago, my mother came over with half a bottle of Fever-Tree Premium Ginger Beer, which is just carbonated ginger water with some sugar. They also offer a Ginger Ale, as well as a Light Ginger Beer, so maybe the spice flavor is more intense on this one. I loveeeeee it.
The only bad thing is that it’s imported, so it’s kinda expensive~ considering there’s tons of locally-grown ginger, but the food industry (as an industry, not small commerce) is so lacking. It pains me to see snacks, ice creams and sodas of the same flavors churned over and over again with a different name.
So I finally re-watched Inside Out in Original English audio track, and the feelings for Bing Bong were more real than ever. When I originally went to the theater to catch it in one of the late at night shows, it was still presented in Spanish dub and parents with children were still there. One of them parents ruined the movie for me when, at the moment of said tears, his daughter (seating behind us) began to tear up. He did what parents shouldn’t do—- he shamed his kid saying “why are you crying? Is this a scary movie?”
Eff you, dad. Let your kid cry, it’s a freaking emotional scene in the movie. And who the eff cries in scary movies? Se dice “ya pasó, ya pasó” so you can calm your kid down.
Really makes me think of never ever going to big movies because people can ruin your experience.
We’re living in a world obsessed with identity, origins and DNA. I’m starting to believe this is a conspiration to get us all to test our DNAs -paying and very much willingly- to see where we ‘really come from.’ No, like- really, where YOU REALLY come from. First it was this overly dramatic flights company, Momondo ad. Followed by this DNA test Buzzfeed video, which got me really really wondering.
Then this Joanna Rants Flama video about hyphen identities~~~ with a shout out to Asian-Peruvian (Protestant)! xD Which in the end sent my head spinning mainly because of my dad’s side. Peruvian isn’t really a racial identity, though some would differ. I don’t know much about my dad’s side of the family, but I know more than my mom’s side~~~ one thing is certain, I’m positively certain my mom is 99,9% East Asian xD which makes me, at least, half East Asian (if not half full Chinese, despite having two Chinese last names~)
I know my grandpa on my dad’s side was mixed Chinese and I know my grandma on his side was mixed Spanish-Afro-Peruvian, but not certain on percentages. I’ll have to ask my aunt around now. But that would make my dad, at least, half Spanish creole (if not more) Afro-Chinese Peruvian xD and that would make me…… Chinese Spanish creole Afro-Peruvian? xD A Queer Catholic-by-culture Franciscan-by-school Agnostic Chinese Spanish Creole Afro-Peruvian. And that doesn’t even paint the political colors. xD
I’m totally into the idea of finding out what’s in me, but at the same time, I’ve been watching too much Orphan Black. lol