I know you care, BUT: why Korean grocery stores should exist everywhere

CHINESE BROCCOLI: I've never in my life planned any definite aspect of my wedding, but I so want these to be the bouquet. And you know, it's broccili.

INDIAN/CHINESE BITTER MELON: haha. One is Indian, one is Chinese. Why does this amuse me? I don't know. The next one shouldn't either.

INDIAN/THAI EGGPLANT: These are the cutest things.

Childhood nostalgia, or jealousy?

So, I just spent the last few hours surfing through the channels of Youtube, and I came across Samaning’s videos. They remind me of the episodes of The Lexi & Jennifer Show that my friends used to put on when we were back in middle-school. If only we’d had a way to show them to the world, not that Lexi or Jennifer would have appreciated it. These two girls from New York make their own music videos to pop songs, and while they may not be the greatest thing around, they make me smile. I’d hate for some creepy pedophiles to be watching them, though. Anyway, I feel like whoever Samaning are, they’ll probably be really cool people when they grow up, and I wish I could’ve been kinda crazy like them when I was a kid. Not that I don’t act like one now...

God, why am I so weird?

check it: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=RoenIYoh-e0

I’ve just been evangelized!

Someone just rang the doorbell to read me some scriptures.
She seemed pretty nice and her daughter said she liked my shirt.
But, I don’t really get evangelists. I mean, I get the point, but why? Do they really want to save me or do they think they’re getting kudo points from God for caring for my eternal soul? Who knows, maybe they are. I'm sure they're decent people. I just wish they weren’t so obnoxious. I like my religion, thanks, and yours is cool too. Let’s agree to disagree. But you know, if you think about it, we don’t even disagree on that much. I think I comma splice too much.

Christians do have cool stained glass, though.

Apparently my mom answered the door a different time they came by and told them we were Muslim. So this time they came and brought us Bible Scripture that was written in Arabic.
My mom is Indian.

I normally would find this really amusing, but I just felt bad for them. They tried so hard. So, I just pretended my family spoke Arabic and that "I really appreciate your concern, but we already have these stories."
The funny thing is, we do.
It's called the Quran.