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Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Blue Cheese and a Week of Hell

Last Monday was the first time I ever had a blue cheese and I almost gagged. In front of scholars, businessmen, and the Australian ambassador to the Philippines. But since everything else on my plate was utterly delicious, I was able to compose myself, swallowed the cheese whole and immediately stuffed my mouth with the best Australian pie I ever had before disaster could ever happen - afraid that I may never be invited to such event again and be remembered as the girl who caused ruckus just because she cannot eat cheese (as if the overwhelming judgement I face regularly as someone who doesn't love cheese is not enough).
I cannot fathom how people could eat a mouthful of blue cheese as if it was just a chocolate or something. Cheeses cries! I should have just kept my cheese hatred in silence because I have been answering the same question over and over again since day one, how come you don't like cheese? Telling people you don't like cheese is like telling a devotee you don't believe in their god and they will spend all day persuading you to see the light.

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Anyway, it's only Wednesday and it already feels like I have completed a two weeks worth of task. So please don't make it worse for me. I know that the concept of hating cheese confuses and enrages you, but I hope this does not strip any respect you have for me.

P.S. My open hatred for cheese is not absolute.

P.S.P.S. I love pizza.

P.S.P.S.PS. Weekend, please come sooner.