In books lies the soul of the whole past time. -Thomas Carlyle

I first started reading novels in Primary 6.

That was a 12 years old.

It was non-fiction. - by accident. ( a good accident)

(Please don't think that i'm a bore!)

Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt.

Could hardly remember the storyline, but i can vaguely remember it's about a mother. 

With a shit-ass father that drinks like hell and the writer has ALOT of siblings, which most of them died.

Died of poverty and disease.

Lotsa hardships.

And in the end he ended up somewhere nice, with a job and promising future.

(hahaha! hardly a description, let alone summary)

Anyways, it wasn't like any other 12 years old to buy these kinda books, eh?

I was a little influenced by my sister, that was reading some novels back then.

I thought that i wanna read as well.

She looked so engrossed. (and it seems that i had turned into that as well =P)

I didn't realise that this was a non-fiction, i was taken in by the word 'winner' and 'prize'.

For it to win some kinda award, it must be a good book.

That's what i thought.

So i purchased it (Not literally lah. Put it on the counter and my dad purchased it. lols)

It didn't turn out that bad. It was heart-warming, quite interesting.

Can still remember my first novel till today. Proud of it.

Ever since then, i'm into these kinda novels.

A little more to serious type, mid-life type. Memoirs. Autobiographies. Mystery. Action-adventure. Sometimes romance.

I do read chick-lits, sometimes, almost rarely.

Minimum cheesy romance, if possible.

Just like this one i'm about to show u guys.

I just finished this chick-lit novel, by the way.

 

It's my sister's.

Had 'insomnia' one night due to the mocha i had when i was out with the peeps from church.

No matter how much i roll on the bed, i couldn't sleep.

So i went to the book shelf that has my sister's and my books there.

Looked through my sister's collection, since i've already read mine (naturally).

Took me 2 and a half day to finish this book.

Don't be deceived by the pink covers.

Pink always reflected innocence and feminity.

Yeah, it has feminity in it. A little overdosed. But it was one twisted storyline.

Father screwing 'grandmother', mother, mistress.

Son banging girls in college AND dad's mistress.

Lols. No further details. 

And i'm not gonna review the book.

I predicted the ending when i was at the third quarter of the book.

But it's not a boring book.

Worth my time / sacrifice (homework - don't ask)

jealess giler

 

coolest wedding cars ever.

I want 'em for mine next time!

 

Isssh.

Grand weddings like these makes others jealous.

It's a SIN!

OMG la weii >.<

And no, i'm not itching to get married. 

My cousin forwarded this e-mail to me about the grandest wedding he ever saw, and i thought of sharing the pictures with  u guys.

Haha.

.... in the kitchen

Fiona Wong has finally stepped foot in the kitchen!

Oo-rah!

I spent like. 1 hour plus in front of the wok. Frying.

The oil, the heat the heat the heat the heat, the heat, and the heat.

The agony.

But the satisfaction is great in the end :)

Not till my bro gobbles up everything that i fried with my sweat and blood!

Don't know what is this?

NOOB

Haha.

It's nga-ku. Don't ask me what is it, for those that dont' know what is it, cos i can't explain what is it.

I shreded a little of my nails trying to shred these little buggers.

Sheeeesh.

Well, i'm thankful God answered my before-cooking prayer. 

I did not harm myself. Not serious ones, at least.

 

1 hour facing this thing. *wipes sweat*

I was quite thrilled the first few minutes, and then it faded tremendously towards the end.

The first batch.

IT . IS . NOT . BURNT

(for beginners' standard)

 

Then i got alot better.

This is real kung-fu. Don't play play.

(at least the colour is even now, ok?)

After the 2nd batch, i wasn't bothered to take pictures anymore.

Was in the 'cooking' mood already. 

Paid 100% concentration while frying these.

 

Not bad, huh?

I can cook.

*trying to prove something here*

YES I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU, CALVIN.

And i noticed one thing.

Some of my batches are alternately slightly burnt.

Cos the batch before the burnt batch was quite impressively golden brown (just the right colour).

And then i got a little cocky and then it went burnt the next batch.

=.=''

Now, i wanna clarify/teach something : 

 

See the burnt part?

IT IS NONE OF MY BUSINESS.

It wasn't my skill's problem.

That is the skin that weren't peeled out clean.

So, lesson : peel out the skin clean or u'll get some of these on your nga-ku.

fwJL facts #7

PRIORITISING

Hmm... I'm bad at it.

Not all the time, though.

I think.

My school shoes.

(actually it isn't as grey as it seems like in the picture, it's just the lighting+shadow+etc that makes it look so dirty :P )

But guess what i did instead of washing my school shoes?

She/He was really dirty, ok!

No i didn't torture my bear.

I washed and dried it in the sun.

*smiles*

Put Your Glass Down!

Got this from an e-mail. Re-typed.

A professor began his class by holding up the glass with water in it.

"50g..!"

"100g..... 125g..!"

...the students answered.

"I really don't know the weight of this glass unless i weight it,"
says the professor.

"but, my question is : What will happen if i hold it up like this for a few minutes?"

"Nothing.." the students said.

"Ok, then what will happen if i hold it up for an hour?" the professor asked.

"You arm would begin to ache, sir." answered 1 of the students.

"You are right. Now, what will happen if i hold it up for a day?"

"Your arm could go numb, and might have severe muscle stress and paralysis and you would have to go to the hospital for sure!!"

..ventured another student and they all laughed.

"Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?" asked the professor.

"No..." was the answer.

"Then, what caused the arm ache and muscle stress?" 

The students were puzzled.

"Now, what should i do to come out of pain?" asked the professor again.

"Put the glass down..!" said one of the students.

"Exactly."

Life's problems are like this.

You hold it in your head for a few minutes, they seem ok.

Think of them for a long time and they begin to ache.

Hold them even longer and they will paralyze you.

You will not be able to do anything.

It's important to think of the challenges and problems in life, 

but what is more important is to

"PUT THEM DOWN"

at the end of every day and go to sleep.

That way, you wake up every morning feeling fresh, strong, and you can handle any challenges that comes in your way!

So, before you sleep tonight, remember to :

PUT YOUR GLASS DOWN.