chinese honeys


As sweet as honey
Your smile is so sweet as honey
Just like the way flowers bloom
In the spring breeze
In the spring breeze

I wonder where on earth
Where on earth I’ve seen you?
Your smile is so familiar to me
But I still can not remember where
Ah in my dreams

In my dreams
In my dreams I’ve met you
With your smile that is so sweet
So sweet as honey

It’s you
It’s you the one I saw
In my dreams

this kid in my class said today that all languages stem from latin… and that latin was the first language of humans… i just said hmmm u sure honey??? chinese then??? korean??? russian??? thai??? urdu??? hindi?? arabic?? all stem from latin??? mhm ok mr. i only speak english and failed spanish

  • Mom: Honey, remember-
  • Me: REMEMBER I LOVE YOU! * cries *
  • Mom: Oookay, I need-
  • Me: I NEED YOU! * cries in spanish *
  • Mom: Um...Okay, I will choose-
  • Mom: I just need you to calm down! Three-
  • Me: THREE WORDS! EIGHT LETTERS! SAY IT! AND I'M YOURS! * cries in chinese *
  • Mom: Honey, you're acting strange.. But, at the end, only-
  • Mom: Sweetie, I am going to call help.. Whatever you need-
  • Me: WHATEVER YOU NEED I'M HERE! * cries in indian *
  • Mom: 911, yeah, my daughter needs help..

#ThankYouBones Week - Day 4

9 Angela Montenegro iconic quotes

  1. “Art made science her bitch.”
  2. “It say, “What make foolish man think I speak Chinese?"”
  3. “Honey, no! Not right now! I’m sorry. I love you but go tell Cam. Go… away… away!”
  4. “Have I ever told you how… how wonderful your voice is? It’s like hot tea and… and honey. Any child with a father with a voice like yours is just… “
  5. “I was turned on by tiger urine?”
  6. “Yeah, but he was somebody’s baby too. And I want our baby to know that.”
  7. “Are we experimenting on Booth? Because if so, I’d like to help out.”
  8. "I want to look at John Singer Sargent for longer than twenty minutes. And I want to learn how he paints arms like calls to heaven. And I wanna paint like that.”
  9. “I am not going to let Baby Walker beat me!”
We Get So Disconnected

obliviousluke whispered: Can you do a Calum imagine where you go on a date to ikea Haha xoxo

(a/n: This can also be found on 5sos-oneshots, where it was requested! This made me so happy because I love IKEA and Calum’s not bad either;) this gave me serious feels! I’m thinking about doing few other parts to this, like moving in and what not, as long as it’s okay with the girls! Feedback is always appreciated, and I hope you guys like it!)

“So,what time do you think you’ll be home dear?” I asked opening one of the gorgeous oak cabinets, taking out a glass.

“Probably around five, as long as the traffics not too bad. Maybe I’ll pick up take out on the way?” Calum smiled from across the marble island.

“Sounds great honey, maybe chinese tonight? I’m feeling some pot stickers!” I laughed, leaning over the counter to give him a quick kiss.

We were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

“Mommy, why are they kissing?” a small child asked his mom, tugging on her sleeve.

“I’m not sure, honey,” she said, sending us eye daggers, before shuffling him away, “let’s go look at the kids rooms!”  

Calum and I looked at each other a began laughing hysterically. He was always creative with dates, even after a year and half. He showed up at my door at around three o'clock, declaring that he was going to take me on a date that I’d never been on before, and he kept his word.  I could truly say that I’d never been on a date to IKEA, a giant home furnishings warehouse, before.

“Let’s move scenes before the staff catches up with us!” he laughed, coming around the island and flinging an arm over my shoulder.

We moved through the store at a fairly slow pace, due to the fact that we both kept getting distracted by things we found amusing. At one point Calum was running around with a white, fluffy, faux fur rug over his head, declaring that he was the abominable snowman. I was no better, acting out a scene from How I Met You Mother with one of the fancy swivel chairs.  

After about an hour we came to the section where they kept the models of bedroom sets. I’d loved getting inspiration from whatever the designers had pieced together. We came to a set with gray  walls with white trim and beautiful soft lighting. There was a rustic looking head board that looked like it was made out of an old glass door with a small shelf on it. Everything was accented with dark gray or black. On the bed, a gray fluffy comforter and a ton of huge pillows all different shades of gray and white. A small, simple chandelier hung in the center.

“This is seriously the perfect room.” I said in awe, plopping down on the bed, “like the colors, the style, everything.”

“I figured you would’ve like the bright blue room over there.” he laughed, sitting down next to me.

“I do, don’t get me wrong,” I shook my head, “but when I get an adult place with someone else, I’d like something a little more elegant but still a little rustic, like this. Plus, you can add different colored accent things if you felt like it!”

I came out of my fantasy world to find Calum looking at me with adoration in his eyes and a huge smile on his face.

“What?” I said, feeling a little self conscience that I’d gone into la la land  about a freaking bedroom.

“Nothing,” he smiled, “you’re just adorable is all.”

He gave me a peck on the cheek before pulling me up.

“Let’s go look at some other stuff!” he giggled before running towards the kids section. I rolled my eyes at the fact that my boyfriend was five, but followed happily after him.

We came to the lower level of the store where they kept all of the individual items that were sold, all of the little things that were in the rooms upstairs. We seemed to wreak even more havoc down there than up stairs, because now we could find even stranger things to play with. I chased him around the kitchen utensils section with an odd looking egg beater at one point. We played with the stuffed broccoli and carrots that were in the section labeled “toys”. I’d even picked up a few things that I actually wanted to buy;  a new set of wine glasses, a little desk chair and a few organizing things.

As Calum pushed the cart and I hopped on to the opposite, a very familiar guitar riff filled the air.

Life’s a tangled web of cell phone calls and hashtag I don’t knowsss. And you,”

I hopped off of the cart grabbed the nearest object to me and used it as a microphone as  pointed at him dramatically and sang along.

you’re so caught up in all the blinking lights and dial tones”

He crossed his arms and pinched the bridge of his nose, laughing as people stopped to stare at my weirdness.

“Come on, Cal!” I giggled, handing him a wooden spoon, “this is your band, you know the words!”

A few girls stopped when I said this, taking out their phones to takes pictures and videos.

I flung my hands dramatically around in the air.

“Tune out the static sound of  a city that never sleeps, here in the moment on the dark side of the screen.”

“Hit it!” I yelled, pointing at him again.

Instead of being thoroughly embarrassed like I thought he’d be he took my hand and spun me around while pretending the spoon was a mic.

I like the summer rain, I like the sounds you make.”

He pointed at me for the next line, a small crowd forming around us.

“We put the world away!”

“We get so disconnected.”

We continued on with our little impromptu concert, dancing and laughing and singing together, until the closing “ohhh's” of the song. The small crowd that had formed erupted into applause and laughter as we hooked arms around each other and took a bow.

“Thank you, thank you! We’ll be here all week!” I joked, patting Cal’s chest and he looked down at me with a smile.

“Excuse us?” a young girl said tapping on my shoulder, her group of friends behind her, “You two are adorable, can we take some pictures with you?”  

“Of course!” Calum laughed.

“I’ll take the picture for you!” I offered. I was used to the fans by now, and as the girlfriend I felt it was my duty to be the honorary camera person.

After each other girls took their turn, they turned to Cal one more time.

“Can you take a picture of us now?” she said gesturing to me.

“You want a picture with me?” I asked in shock, because that was something had never happened before.

“Of course!” one of the girls friends said with a smile, “You and Calum are totally our OTP!”

“Well, okay then!” I beamed.

After we said our goodbye’s, we headed towards the check out lanes to pay for my stuff. As we waited Calum pulled out his phone, scrolling through Twitter.

“Y/N,” he said, stifling a laugh.

“What’s up, babe?” I asked.

He turned his phone to show me what was now trending, Y/N&CalumsIKEAconcert. There was already even a video of us singing online.  My phone starting beeping over and over again. I laughed at a mention that I’d gotten.

“What is it?” he asked.

I simply turned my phone.

@Luke5SOS: @Y/T/N @Calum5SOS why wasn’t I invited? #leftout

@Ashton5SOS: aren’t they just adorable? Love you guys!  @Y/T/N @Calum5SOS #Y/N&CalumsIKEAconcert

@Michael5SOS: @Y/T/N @Calum5SOS this is why you two aren’t allowed in public together -.-

He laughed out loud as I finished up paying, handing me back my phone.

“Well, at least we know that the fans like you too!” he said, pulling me closer to him by the waist, “Apparently they ship us!”

I shook my head, “The fact that you know what shipping is, frightens me, but you’re totally right!”

After we loaded everything into the car we headed to get food. We stopped at a Steak ‘n Shake, picking up burgers to go and heading back to his apartment.  We spread out our food on the coffee table in front of the television.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, holding his burger and never taking his eyes off of theTV.

“Yes'um?” I mumbled with a mouthful of food.

“Do you wanna move in with me?” he said casually.

I nearly choked on my fries.

“Repeat?” I said in shock.

“Do you wanna move in with me? We’ve been together a while and I think we’re both old enough, and you’re here most of the time anyways, and I’ve got the room.” he finally turned to smile at me.

“Are you sure?” I questioned, “ya know, you can’t kick me out if you don’t like my weird domestic habits.”

“I know all of your 'weird domestic habits’ already, and I love them very much. Yes, I’m positive.” he smiled, wrapping an arm around me.

“What do you say?” he asked, “we can eve decorate our room like that one from IKEA that you loved so much.”

“That sounds wonderful Calum.” I grinned, kissing him softly.

So last night I went to get Chinese food for my honey and I because he’ll be out of town for awhile and I wanted to have a nice dinner at home with him before he left

And I sat down at the restaurant (which is this local place just down the street and it was super dead) and watched the sushi guy make our sushi because I’ve never seen someone make it before and he was like, “Do you sing?” because the restaurant is a karaoke bar too. I was like HELL NOPE and then the owner of the restaurant was like “Do you want the sushi guy to sing for you?” and I said “Oh man, absolutely!!” And the sushi guy belted out this rock song I’ve never heard before and he freaking rocked it?? It was awesome! Then the owner asked if I was “a hybrid” because his English isn’t so great and I was like “Well I’m half Filipino, half white if that’s what you mean.” And he said that he was also Filipino and then he offered me a job. #FilipinoPrivilege

Take honey, for example. You’d think it’s a pretty straightforward product – bees make it, bears steal it from the bees, you eat it. Or something. But the truth is that pretty much all the major players in the industry knowingly buy their honey from dodgy sources in China – a country that, for instance, has no qualms in purveying pepper that is entirely made from mud.

Bootleg Chinese honey frequently has all of the pollen filtered out of it to disguise its origin, and it’s then cut like back-alley cocaine with cheap corn syrup and artificial sweeteners. The FDA says that a substance can’t legally be called “honey” if it contains no pollen, and yet most of the stuff tested from the main retailers contained not a trace of it.

Soy sauce is another thing you’d assume no one would feel the need to fabricate, seeing as soy isn’t exactly a rare commodity. Again, you’d be wrong.

The 6 Creepiest Lies the Food Industry is Feeding You

Sometimes the take out craving is stronggg. But instead of loading up on enough salt for the rest of the year I decided to try to make my own version of (American) Chinese restaurant honey garlic chicken. All I did was cut the chicken into bite sized pieces, dip in beaten egg, and coat in panko bread crumbs. Baked that at 400 for 25 minutes, then coated in a sauce I made by combining one part honey to one part soy sauce and fresh minced garlic to taste.

I would love to say that this would make great next day lunch leftovers, but there wasn’t any leftover :)