LOL

My dad phone rings, and as usual, he is nowhere near it.-_-
I grab it and run to wherever he most probably is, (usually the bedroom-napping).

I look at who's calling.

KENNY SEWER.

Haha! I guess it comes with working in the field of sewage treatment. (got the pun? treated like sewage?)

:D

Since there has been a paucity of posts...

I shall put this up:


This is currently my wallpaper.
I usually can't stand my wallpapers. I mean it's usually photos of ppl I adore (like shereen, jeane, a4 class prom photo and milo ventimiglia), but after a while I feel the photo is not aesthetically pleasing to the eye enough to be looked at everyday.

But I am happy with this one. I like our expressions. It makes up for the bad composition. But the picture is sharp enough.
It was taken on the day we decided to stay back late to finish up our TOK presentation. (WHICH WE DID VERY WELL UH HUH UH HUH). (I also realised that the stuff that had the most time and effort put in got good results..even though the presentation may have seem unsubstantial(?). )

oh and it was taken with the self-timer while placed precariously on top of the rubbish bin.

I'm glad I brought my camera that day. The pictures are much more meaningful than prom's.


Okay back to SAT writing. Actually, this is part of preparing for it. Keeping a journal. haha

When the house smells of vinegar,

it only means one thing.


PORK FAT! doused in yummy vinegar sauce.

Haha.

Everytime I think of pig fat i think of mei cen telling me I once said the braised pork belly fat is... "sweet".
Which I don't remember saying,
but out of the pretty horrendous hostel food, their braised pork belly ain't bad.

The fat actually melts in your mouth.

Yum.

A post with substance

Dear guess who?!

Do let me know who you are.
So I can ask you face to face why my other posts have no substance:(
I know I'm not an intellectual, nor am I funny, but.. I do try!

S now I do expect some honesty and trust here. I don't limit the comments because I know how irksome it is for ppl to have to sign in if they want to comment.

So do spare me from this torture of not knowing who has graced me with such an insightful comment!

Much love,
Prisca