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Monday, October 11, 2004


   Roll for damage.


Ever tried chugging a glass of Jamaican-style ginger beer? I implore you to try, right after taking a big sniff of it. Do so immediately.

Anyways, onto today's late-breaking news: Samm enjoying a party. WTF?!, you ask? Well, my family and I were invited to consume our Thanksgiving meal at the abode of an antiques dealer. There were approximately 20 guests of approximately seven or eight different cultures present.

After stealing my mother's food, I ventured outside to bask in the fallness and to listen to the fountain and to stare at the apple tree. I was followed out by one of the eight visitors from China. His name was Frank, and he told me about attending York U for eight weeks, teaching English in China, and his cooking talents. My mother soon joined us and the conversation turned to illegal student visas and other such issues.

After eating, I stationed myself in a corner so's that I could observe the guests. Being only disturbed by 1)A guest from India who told me I was 'silent' and 2)a cup of tea, I could watch and listen quite effectively.

Finishing my curried stuff, I walked into the room that I heard "Summertime" eminating from. Everyone soon followed. The American present then sung us a bluesy song he wrote aboot working in China (o_O), and then continued to command all the Chinese present to sing a song. Frank had sung us a lovely pop love song, and the rest sang a folky love song, which led on to the never-ending topic of marriage. The Indian style of the females' parents paying the dowry was compared to the Chinese way of, according to who I later learned was James, the male's parents buying the couple a house. Eheh. >_> <_< >_>

Soon after than I was baracaded into the front foyer of the house and forced to answer several questions about my country, education, and culture. There wasn't so much of a language barrier as a...speed...barrier. Thing. Frank claimed he'd never heard someone speak so fast. >_<" I suck.

Over the course of the night, the guesses of my age ranged from "12?" to "17?" to "are you in high school or college?"
O___O What. The. Hell?

'Twas quite the night. Food+Culture+Fall= Awesome.
-S

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