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).
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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.P.S. I love pizza.
P.P.P.S. Weekend, please come sooner.
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cheese is life! hahaha
ReplyDeleteBut but but... Ugh!
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