Kimchi
My parents got me an apartment under my name, and my brother lives there. It's under my name, so that when my brother gets married, he can still get the subsidy from the government to get a new home. If you think about it... It means my parents don't think I'll get married.
I mean, it's fine, really. I have a great sex life - one that I don't think I'll have if I had a gf. I mean, the diversity is great. Tonight, I'll put my handphone in my left hand, and drop a line to my right hand. Sometimes, I worry that they'll cut out the middle man, elope and pleasure each other instead.
So this morning, I dropped by my place for a shower - it's right next to the MRT station. The house stank like a wet fish market. I was trying to locate the source, and after I'd put in some effort into looking, I found the offender. It was a box full of kimchi.
My brother's gf had apparently made so much kimchi that she placed the excess in an ice Styrofoam box, and put that into the fridge.
I wish I had a gf. I wish I knew someone who cured food with as much enthuse as this girl does. I wish I could come home to a house smelling of disgusting wet vegetables and not smell it.
Published on
4/9/19 11:42 AM
Dammit I honestly thought this blog title was gonna lead elsewhere
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