I happen to live in a city that’s full of folks who are all zen and holistic and natural and meditative and “one” with nature. Soooo not me. I still succumb to sugar and lately cheese. Yes, I do eat organic. I do consume superfoods. But I’m not religious about it. I may not eat meat or poultry, but I do miss bacon very much. I am not a vegetarian or a vegan. I would cry. I admire people who are vegetarian/vegans. But I am what is referred to as a pescatarian.
Sigh. I find myself a bit yin and yang — little bit of that…and then little bit of that.
I’m not attune to nature nor a yogi or whatever. Please. I do not convene in the forest to meditate with the spirit of the trees and commune with it. I still crave A&W onion-rings on occasion. I will still indulge in a cupcake that’s made from unrefined flour and full of processed sugar, but only if homemade or from Cupcake Royale. Mmm, I whimper with pure joy when I’m eating their lavender-vanilla cupcake. It makes me feel better that they only use flour from a co-op, humane eggs, growth-hormone-free milk and butter, organic sugar, and local seasonal ingredients. Does that count as “doing good” even though it’s a cupcake? Yes, I say.
I do not wear clothes made fair-trade from hemp that’s sourced from a tribe in the Amazon. I like fine things like cashmere and silk and tailoring and pedicures. I do not wear Lululemon or workout wear unless I’m actually, well, working out. I do workout but I do it to maintain my weight because I love food so much, not necessarily to reshape my body. I don’t often push myself to the “edge” that instructors always ask you do. Oops.
I do not like malls. I do source from local designers. I am not immune to ordering online from my favorite New York City boutiques. I own an L.V. bag for goodness sakes. I only use canvas when I’m vacationing or camping, and I do not buy clothes at Costco. Please.
I do not have any desire to meditate on some yoga retreat in an ashram in India. I’d rather be at a spa-retreat in Bali (It was amazing!), indulge in avocado-shakes, dance at Kuta beach, and snorkel along the beaches before scarfing down bbq-ed seafood freshly caught in the mornings. Or zipline above the cloud forest of Monteverde in Costa Rica, go camping along Olympic National Park, or eat at my favorites in New York City and Brooklyn (not Williamsburg, but Park Slope).
I do not have piercings anywhere except my earlobes; and only one hole in each ear. In which I do wear real pearls with a genuinely perfect luminescence. Yes, this makes me a bit snooty but I prefer to think of it as being ladylike and classic. I do not wear silver and turquoise jewelery hammered from artisans in Central America. My silver ring and charm bracelet is from Tiffany Co., thank you very much. I will not wear cheap tailoring, cheap fabric, and poorly constructed wear — but only for myself; I do not judge others accordingly. Trust. I actually do like the person more than the exterior, you can ask anyone.
I do not have a calm aura about me. I’m giggly and bubbly and cheerful — I’ve been described as “effervescent” like ginger-ale. Often people underestimate me because I look sweet and nice and naïve…when really I enjoy the expression of surprise that people get when they realize I’m much quicker, much smarter, and much more calculating than they expected. It irks me greatly when people talk to me like I’m some sheltered, quiet, meek, inexperienced Asian girl who’s never been anywhere in her life. I can whoop their asses with my acid tongue, thank you very much.
I dislike (soda) pop very much — I will not touch it. This is the worst thing you could offer me to drink, whether diet or not. That sticky film it leaves on teeth, yuck not for me. I do drink copious amounts of alkaline-filtered water, coconut water, and herbal tea. I only drink coffee first thing after I wake up and will not touch it otherwise throughout the day…unless it’s been one of those days. Otherwise I’ll drink tea without milk.
When I travel or feel a bit under the weather, I drink Emergen-C. My favorite being “Pink Lemonade” flavour. I favour red wine over white. I only drink beer if I’m eating something greasy, which is rare. I will always have a cocktail if it has rose syrup, or cordial in it — my favorite being the gimlet, especially vodka ones. I’m partial to Ketel One. I will never turn away rum.
I am a foodie. I obsessively enjoy food. The easiest way to annoy me is to force me to eat somewhere I do not want to eat at. It pisses me of most when I’m paying for something that I know beforehand is crap. My favorite thing to eat continually changes. I always enjoy sliced summer-ripe heirloom tomatoes, sprinkled with Celtic grey sea salt, the really good extra virgin olive oil (the golden almost grassy-like taste of the ones from Spain are my favorite), and chiffonade basil atop. I have a thing for macaroni’n’cheese. I love to cook but baking is not my favorite. You will not find me eating too much processed food or frozen food that needs to be heated up. I have a thing for Cadbury creme eggs, but only the creme part…I lick it out and throw away the chocolate shell. I love the Food Network.
I do use products that have limited chemicals in them — from dishwashing liquid, laundry detergent, facial cleaners, handwash, shampoo, cleaners…I try to get those that don’t have parabens, sulfates, nor test on animals. But I still go to the dry-cleaners, I still drive a car, I still take showers and baths every day. Taking a bath is my thing. I prefer to do this alone. Indeed it’s my “alone time” thing to do. I read books in the bath. I get quite cross but don’t voice it if you try to come in. Trust, person knows very quickly not to do this again. My showers smell like refreshing peppermint because I use Dr. Bronner’s magic soap. I do, however, take very quick showers to do my (psychological) part in conserving water…
I do not like reality tv shows. I really love police procedural shows like law&order or csi or criminal minds. But I watch them online bc I never remember when they’re on at the right time. Funny enough, when I’m sleepy I watch tv, otherwise it bores me. I am a girl who watches Sex and the City. I will laugh at stupid funny movies. I do enjoy foreign films, but I also always go for the loud, crashing, adventure thrillers too.
I am a big city girl. I am not a nature-communing girl. Yes, I like the outdoors, camping in tents with no running water, but it’s fleeting and should only last a maximum of 3 days before I start to pout. I appreciate the natural majestic beauty of nature. I truly do, but it does not mean I can endure it as a lifestyle choice. *shrug* It’s the truth. I love bright lights, big city. I purposefully go to New York City to inject myself with its infectious energy.
I am not athletic. I dislike the gym. I prefer not to partake in team sports. I’m more solitary, which may be because I’m an only child. I like to run, but you can do that by yourself. I like hot yoga but not regular yoga. I prefer the former because it’s more intense and not as lalala-heal-the-world, which is fine but sometimes I’m prefer a genuineness that is often absent in their lip-service. I’ve trained as a dancer since I was 5 years old, so I look taller than I am because I have good posture — although I’m not all that tall at all! I really like kickboxing because you’re paired up with one person and you can punch and kick…hard. I’m not competitive in sports. I don’t care all that much about winning. I just like having fun.
But…I’m very competitive at other things. Trust, you won’t see it coming. I usually only reserve it for those who cross me, so don’t worry. I am getting better shrugging more things off as of late. It’s thankfully much more freeing to do so. I may soon forgo competitiveness because ultimately it’s a waste of time. In the meantime I’ll try to be good.