I Hate Onions

It would have made my dad immensely happy if I had said I love onions. But I don't. However, I do eat them now. I don't want to be rude, so I won't pick at them as much as I used too. I still can't stand them though. That slimy-crunchy texture is what gets me. I believe kotthu roti would be the world's greatest meal if it didn't have onions (that's one of those million dollar restaurant idea that anyone can use, license free, assuming I can eat there for free).

This isn't a case of me having made up my mind and not learning to like it. I never ate eggplant that much before, I claimed I didn't like it. But I've been forcing myself to try everything here, and now I love eggplant. And I'm eating fish heads. I do pick out the eyes cause I haven't gotten over my food looking at me, but hey...

So I've started teaching English finally. I don't have a lesson plan, so that's not going too smoothly. And those formal grammar rules would be handy to know when making corrections...but you aren't sure why you're correcting them. Basically I want to ask and receive lots of questions to get a conversation started. For some students, this is an enjoyable experience. For others, they would rather stare at the ceiling for 10 minutes. The silence is remarkably not as awkward as one would expect.

But hopefully my mom is emailing me some tips, so this next week should go a little better. One of the questions I most frequently get is "what is your future?" "What are my future goals?" "What do I want to accomplish in the future?" Rephrasing it doesn't make it any easier to answer. I suppose I came here to help me find out. I still don't know.

Finally, here's a little video clip. I love dogs, and this one is great. She lives for the smallest of human interactions. A mere glance flattens her ears and starts the tail wagging. If you come over to pet her, she's like a Weeble-Wobble. Dogs are awesome. (updated March 4 when finally informed the link didn't work)

Oh and this is an open letter to the slipper thief:

I know you think your feet are big. And they very well might be. The largest shoe size here seems to be size 10. But I had to walk to many different stores to find one that sold a pair of size 10s. And they were the last pair. Even size 9s are sometimes hard to find. So while you're swimming around in my slippers, my toes and my heels are screaming out for justice. Size 7 will not do.

I wrongly assumed that buying a cheap pair of black DSI's would be the way to go. I should have bought something more distinctive, because it's entirely possible you took mine by mistake. But upon realizing your error, you should have made an effort to return them.

It's not you I hate, slipper thief; I hate what I became because of you.

This is an open apology to the person whose size 9 DSI's I thiefed...

Sri Lanka