The call of kimchi ❤

III 我的脾氣 My mood : drunk and happy!  

III 我現在喜歡的歌曲 My music of the moment :  Super Junior(슈퍼주니어) ~ SORRY, SORRY

(oh memories....) 

Yesterday, I've met one of my ex-classmate from kindergarden. Yeah, I wrote "I met" because when you are 3 or 4, you don't really care who you spend your time with, as long as that person as enough capacities to play with Play Do. Meeting my old friend after 15 years of separation made me realize that we had a lot in common and that my "KPop addict" period was not as bad as I see it today. We chat about lot of stuff (mostly scandals within the Kpop industry... because I really like it! haha!) and as we were in all those korean stuff, we dicided to go to have diner in a Korean restaurant. 

The restaurant was in a nice little street not far from the Great Market of Brussels. Actually, this street can bring dilemma in the most decided minds : there was a nice and cute little Japanese restaurant next to the Korean. It was like if the Korean were again at war with the Japanese but using, this time mor pacific weapons : sushis and kimchi. But the call of kimchi was too strong so we did not help but going to the korean restaurant and promising to the japanese that one day we would eat sushis and get drunk like Japanese salarymen on their restaurant. Cross our hearts and hope to die!

A restaurant called "Kimchi" won't serve you peanuts as apetizers. It would be very creative but and surprising but scarinng the customers doesn't seem to be the custom in Korea. They, indeed gave us two little bowls of kimchi as apetizers. Thank God we already had our bottle of wine because it was spicy. For me, eating spicy food and not having any drink around is like crossing the most arid desert of this planet.  And, trust me or not, kimchi tastes well with red wine. The kimchi was cut in different shapes (cubes and slices) and, actually, it did not change de taste at all! (suprising, isn't it?!) 

If you want to become my best friend, you should learn how to cook miso soup. Yeah, the miso soup of this restaurant might be a japanese spy from their neighbours but I have to admit that it was the best miso soup I've ever eaten in my whole life and heaven knows how many times I've eaten miso soup when I was in Taiwan! But this one was the best. ❤ There was tofu, mushrooms, sesame seeds, young onions and other stuffs. 

The (big) main course came after. I took a delicious vegan fried rice with kimchi. Two problems with that dish : not enough meat and too much foor for my little stomach. But I don't think that my critic is very constructive... Hahem... There was rice, a fried egg and, of course, some kimchi. The taste of the kimchi was a bit hidden by the taste of the rice but it however gave to the dish, a little spicy touch.
My friend took a bul... blu... b... something that begins with a "b" and ends with a "bogi"... or something like that (forgive my poor korean!) It looked delicious : a fried egg was lying on a bed of rice, vegetables and meet. Every ingredient has its own space in the bowl and it was for sure a pleasure for my prefercionist's eyes. The tragedy is that I did not have the time to take a picture because the waiter came and mixed all the ingredients with a souce that looked like ketchup. It was like Godzilla destroying Tokyo. She allowed me to taste this strange dish. Honestly, I did not really liked it because there was soy sauce in it and I am unfortunately not a big fan of soy sauce. The sauce was very spicy but I think it was perfect with the porc.




We ended the meal with a bottle of soju. We thought that it would be as strong as it seems to be in the korean tv series. Actually, it was like any cheap sake you could find in the Brussels' chinese supermarket. But we did not really care because both of us had a lot of glasses of wine and we were already feeling dizzy. A bottle of genuine soju would have made us do stupid things like drunk people often do.

It was a good night and I would definintely recomend this restaurant to all the asian food lovers of this earth! 

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"Chez Kimchi" 

Rue de la Fourche 6

1000 Bruxelles 

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I'm a KAWAII POTATO.

I'm far from being a sex-symbol. I don't put on makeup everyday and when winter comes, the only job for my clothes is to keep me warm, not to give me a fancy look. I'm from the category of girls for whom every other girls are pretty. My life is full of jealousy but I don't do anything to change that. Instead, as I grow older, I am starting to accept the fact that not being cute is not a social handicap. It is just some kind of challenge that I have to take up. Nevertheless, I don't make it a full-time job and I sometimes like my condition of "whatever my style is, I would still leave people indifferent" (except when I meet people I haven't seen for years... I usually like to make them think that I have changed a lot and I have become more mature and then, go back to the "natural me" when I get home.)

However, you may think whatever you want about the society controlling what people from each gender should love or do, I am a girl and I love makeup a lot. If I had more free time in my busy life, I probably would put on makeup every day and dress like a plastic (reference to all the fans of "Mean Girl"). I think, buying nice clothes or awesome makeup tools but not using or wearing them is like a Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I might have like 8 dresses, I would always prefer wearing the same old jeans with a t-shirt. And when I try a new creative style that took me 3 hours to think about, it is always a flop.

I have since my teenage times been fascinated by those japanese girls hanging around in Tokyo (before, I did not know what miracles can Photoshop do). For years, I've been wondering how to become like them and, at first, I came to the conclusion that they're gorgeous because they are Japanese and every teenager kows that Japanese people are awesome... then, I've met some people who, like me, were dreaming of becoming like one of those beatiful creatures and, actually... they nailed it. Everyday, I'm seeing on my Facebook's feed, pictures of some of my friends being perfect with their perfect lolita/decora/gyaru/whatever look. And I'm like unable to take at least one good selfie.

Anyway, any "look improvement" is, for me, like a level up in Cookie Run (you know, the fucking addictive game provided by the japanese chat app Line... OK, this reference is not good enough...), it means that it is hard to get but when you get it, you can enjoy it for a short period of time and then go back to normality. That is one of the reasons I made this blog : I want to show the world everytime I get a level up.

我不懂種族關係.

III 我的脾氣 My mood : love is a bitch. 

III 我現在喜歡的歌曲 My music of the moment : 太妃堂TOFFEE ~ 斷

我在台灣的時候，愛上了一個台灣人. 我以為會在台灣會找到我的"白馬王子", 而且我以為他是個很太完美的男生, 不過我那個時候不懂，我卻沒發現愛情其實沒有那麼容易.我不會告訴你們我怎麼認識他，不過我可以告訴你們那是一見鍾情. 他陪我吃晚餐還看電影還有去好玩的地方. 我以為他也對我有感覺... 不過我太天真. 他並沒有正真的愛我.其實我現在不知道為什麼我愛上了他.可能因為他是台灣人，和我對台灣人很有興趣，因為我喜歡台灣的文化和生活方式.

我本來以為亞洲人都一樣.我以為他們只是想要有一個西方的男女朋友來炫耀. 不過幾週以前我遇到了一個中國人. 我們首先討論正常人，不過我們以後開始 後來開始聊我們覺得我們的前男女朋友怎麼樣. 他以前也有一個歐洲女朋友，然後他說這個女生並沒有真正愛他. 他說他認為歐洲人都一樣 ，他們只想要有一個亞洲男女朋友，不過他們不會愛上亞洲人. 

不一樣的是亞洲人很直接 ，他們會馬上對你說很變態的東西. 如果跟我一樣很笨 你還是會愛上他. 歐洲人比較狡猾 ，他們會說很浪漫的話, 會陪你去很多浪漫的地方還是會買給你很多東西...歐洲人比較壞...

不管我們從哪裡來的, 有人會利用你對他們的好感. 無論哪個的國家，總是會有人相信愛情不是一個嚴重的事情，總是會有人玩弄愛情,  所以不關心別人的感受. 我不是說每個人都一樣，和種族關係是無關的. 我是說這種關係需要很花多時間, 互相了解, 尊重那麼愛情就能永久持續.