Yech. >.

[kageotogi]

My mother will probably never remember that I hate wanton soup.
Everytime we get Chinese, she looks up at me from reading the menu and smiles, asking what I want. I always say the same thing--"Vegetable Lo-mein, Spicy chicken with white rice, Mushuu, and egg-drop soup." And she always gives me this weird look and says: "no, dear, you want wanton soup. You don't like egg-drop." So I give her a condescending look and say: "no, I hate wanton. I like egg-drop. No gusta wanton. Gusa egg-drop."
She's a Spanish major. She understands my broken español. And yet...
The Chinese comes, and what do I always get?
You guessed it.
Wanton soup.
Is it all part of one huge conspiracy or something? Because she and my father both know that once something is set in front of me, I have to eat or else no one else at the table will, since my brothers will only eat Chicken Soup and my parents are still on Atkins and can't have the flour in the noodle casing. And I can't bare to throw food away; it's against my nature.
Yes, those poor starving kids in China have had quite the effect on me. -_-
So I eat the wanton soup. And I try not to complain too much. And the next time we get Chinese, I end up with it again. This happens even when I don't order soup. I always get the damn wanton.
I hate wanton soup. Despise it. Detest it. HATE with a captial H-A-T and E hate it.
Oh yeah... by the way, my parents ordered Chinese tonight, could you tell?
GRRR!!!
... I'm mad over a thing of soup. For some reason, that seems so friggin' stereotypical of me...

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[bcgphoenix]

There's a simple reason behind all this: the universe hates you.

Or just China, perhaps. ^_~;