Back to the past

Reading old posts makes me smile!


28 March 2009:
Cat Wine

Basically I was watching Taboo again. Yes on National Geographic though it can freak me out until I automatically just shut my eyes (no seriously).

Anyway this time it's not really that gross anymore. I just learned that there's such a thing called Cat wine, drunk by Vietnamese.

So you take this cat and remove it's internal organs (heart, lungs liver etc) and place it nicely in a bottle. Fill it with alcohol and drain it. Then fill it with rice wine and wait a hundred days.

They do it with bears to. Small ones. Most commonly with snakes though.

13 July 2009

there's a hole where my skin should be

I burned my hand.

So part of the skin fell off.

23 August 2009:

THURSDAY:
During lunch I made a CHINESE pun! 8D

SiongWoon orders noodles with fish.
SW: No more fish.
Me: 没有鱼了

And I realised it sounded like 没有愉乐. Ha. Ha.

12 October 2009:
Oh and talking about TV, I am so sick of watching shows like Teen Cribs and My Super Sweet 16th. I mean, at first it's really cool. Then after a while you wonder why they get all that, and do they really deserve it, and why I (we, us, whatever) don't. I mean, I can say that everyone deserves it as much as they do.
I mean, they don't have to start from the bottom when they're born at the top.

25 January 2010:



Another random fact: I asked the school library to buy 3 books. Heheh. All of which are not available in Kinokuniya. Go zhonghua go! Or they might just throw that piece of paper away. Either one.

(They never did buy those books. :( )

3 February 2010:

killer heels

On Friday (today is Tuesday), I went to Vivocity.
This is probably the first time I'm 'having a life'. Usually I go out to like, buy groceries and stuff which is not much fun. Walked from 4pm to 8pm. Yes people I can walk for four hours straight. However I was probably being extremely stupid by choosing to wear the heels I had just bought, which, by the way, I love to death (hehehee). So after 1 and a half hours I was kind of walking funny. By the third hour I was walking as if I had just shot my feet. So I wasn't sure if people were looking at me 'cause they thought my shoes were nice or that I looked plain spastic.

Now I have two patches of skin being rubbed of by the constant friction (should have worn stockings or something) but they have almost healed. 8)
Yes I am stubborn and will wear them again. 死要面子, as my dad says.
Oh I do tower above other people heeeeeee (by a little BUT STILL).

Saturday was Flag day.
It was kinda fun. But I don't really know where the rest of Saturday went.

Okay I think I have run out of things to write.
:(

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I don't know what to write for my 作文 on 爱好. (Go rephrase that yourself)
I shall not make up fake stories about me being in the Basketball team and how much team spirit I feel when we win and stuff. Like Siongwoon LOL.

Oh okay I shall end of with 2 quotes from Sheena (from last Friday during Geography):

"Deer meat and beef is it the same?"

"Beef come from who ah?"

I bet it's Jazz's negative influences. Tsk.

Enough recollections.

Back...for good?

Reading Fabian's post about his friend made me realize that I haven't been doing any sort of writing in quite a while; and I don't mean essays for General Paper because that does nothing for me. I've long forgotten how it's like to get that sense of satisfaction when you finish a piece of writing that you want to write, a feeling I've often derived from my narrative essays in the past, but now extinguished all together.

While I agree that most blogs serve little purpose in enhancing the intelligence of its fellow readers in any way, I doubt I'll be able to steer clear of topics revolving around Me. Capitalized m for that - I practise what I preach. All humans are innately selfish..no exceptions. Although, I needn't worry about that should I, since my very last post was in October. Looking back, the oldest entry I have on this little space on the cyberweb actually dates back to 2009, and could have extended much earlier if I hadn't deleted my even older blog then.

Back to writing narratives: I guess you could say it was some sort of platform for me to be a pseudo-writer for the day(or longer if I wanted to research about its topic), and, I must admit, my essays always seem much better than what I imagine them to be. I presume it's due to the vivid images in my head I try so hard to convey, hoping they piece themselves together into a colourful story and mesmerize you into their tale; but alas, words often fail me and I guess those aren't exceptions.
But that was never the point.
While my vocabulary was never of a range fancy enough to achieve what I wanted, I've always believed in what I wrote - not in a moral sense, but the sincerity I felt when writing them. Mrs Ng had always been strict in her marks - a 23/30 was my personal goal. An A. (And here proves my other belief: all of us have an innate desire for approval by others). Getting a 24 was even more difficult, but oh-so terribly rewarding.
I remember feeling really upset on the last English lesson we had. Maybe it was the only time when a teacher could get the briefest of glances into the works of my mind, like the random musings and twisted story lines I come up with. I still recall the exact words she said to me when I told her I would miss her: "I'll miss reading your lovely compositions."
I'm not a brilliant writer, which is why it matters all the more knowing that someone else enjoys your brainchild, which, in all senses of the world, are rather substandard.

By now, I'm pretty sure I've strayed off the course of what I had initially intended to write, but no matter; for it was the writing in itself that made me feel just the slightest bit more fulfilled.

I'll probably post about what's been floating about in my mind (which, I have now come to realize, is quite a substantial bunch of...interesting jibberish) in time to come, and if this blog happens to receive any traffic, I'd probably make it private. For myself.

That is all.

I don't think you realise the song actually was for you.
Ha.

Bite where it hurts, why don't you.

It is everybody's first nature

yet why do we always assume it's other's second?

The Shawshank Redemption

Hehe I just made father watch it. He said he almost cried at the ending!

The movie really is amazing.

Yesterday: Muthu's Curry

Today: Ah Yat Abalone Forum Restaurant

Tomorrow: Tung Lok Seafood

Nyahaha.

And if I keep this up bye promos