It was a sunny afternoon and Chuckie and Tycho were feeding the ducks.
Or trying to, anyway.
Actually, there were three types of birds in the park: sparrows, seagulls, and ducks.
Whenever they threw a piece of bread to a duck, a cunning seagull would swoop down on the food and carry it away. The result was a rather unfortunate sight of ducks waddling unhappily back and forth, seagulls shrieking and flapping, and sparrows hopping frantically to avoid being kicked in the eye.
"You know what," Chuckie said, fishing in his bread bag for a crust, "My momma always said I should be like a seagull. They move fast and they take what they want and they don' let anybody stop them." He munched thoughtfully on his slice for a second before throwing it to the birds.
Tycho pondered this.
"You're right about that, Chuckie," he said slowly, "But on the other hand...
"A child loves a sparrow
and a child loves a duck,
But
who
would
ever
love a seagull?"
Chuckie wrinkled his nose. "Seagulls aren't that bad."
"But we came here to feed the ducks."
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Chapter two
Summer is ending. People are no longer so grouchy when it rains, because it's a sign that the year is moving on and autumn, and then winter, is approaching. Those summer holidays which initially seemed like a near-endless period of time in which we in-between students could just drift has just about gone. And just as I suspected, a lot has happened this summer to change my perspective.
This blog post would be a lot smoother if a) I didn't just start randomly blogging again after more than a year and b) I had actually gotten round to blogging at the start of the summer holidays instead of merely changing my layout and profile pic so there would actually be some sort of comparison. But! too late now.
Well I have to say, excluding actually arriving in Otago, by far the most singly significant event during the break was volunteering at the kids' holiday camp. Apart from it being a ridiculously good time (think Baby Shark song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqV1O5eeA9Y except in front of a campfire with 30 kids high on marshmallows and late bedtimes) I learnt some key things which are really important, but which I tend to put to the back of my mind. Firstly, the power of listening. And not just listening actively because you're telling yourself to, but active listening without any conscious thought, every single time someone talks to you. Our camp boss told us that we had to listen to the kids as if they were our in-laws - like really seriously alert and taking everything on board. And us volunteers extended that to each other; questions and jokes would flow seamlessly out of responses. Love it :)
Two: the power of positiv...ity.ness. What's the word? Anyway, we learnt the 7:1 ratio: 7 compliments : 1 criticism, and also to use our LASER (look around for signs of excellence and respond). This does not mean ignore faults, but rather to do a Dumbledore and find the best amongst the worst, always. lol apparently I'm way too soft so twas no problem for me to adhere to this... but look! I am exercising this mentality right now. My room is right in front of the staircase so it's pretty noisy; at home, people only move around in front of my room if they're about to enter, and so I can't help expecting someone. On the other hand, it has a balcony, it's almost as big as my room at home, and it overlooks the flower garden :3 Actually, that's a bad example. I actually really like my room. At the moment, it makes it really easy to bump into people :) think I'm gonna bring some paper stuff down to decorate next!
Three: Life has infinite pathways and you really never know where you'll end up. The other volunteers' life stories were an eclectic mix of everything and it was pretty... I don't know... it inspired a sense of peace in me. There are many paths to where you want to go and sometimes to where you didn't know you wanted to go :)
Camp aside, (ooh this is getting all deep now) I think that I slid down the scale of idealism --> realism re. me moving down here. Back when the choice was new and exciting and stressful, I thought of everything very logically. Eg, "it will be tough to move away from my friends but on the other hand, I can make new ones." Of course the old arguments still are true. But now after spending so much time out of school with friends over summer, I'm realising the true meaning of this statement. Every so often I think, ugh, wish I could just fastforward to a time when I have made good solid friendships like I have with these amazing people who care <3 Everybody here is lovely and I'm really looking forward to getting to know them more :) But old friends are gold, yes? and every time I see people with their best/close/childhood friend I miss y'all ridiculously!
So how is Otago? It is:
not so cold as the weatherman/girl makes it out to be, unless your hall holds an outdoor barbeque to welcome the parents, in which case Murphy's law applies and it will become so cold that everyone has to eat inside
different because of its demographics - a very large part of the accommodation on the streets is house flat things for students. also the litter is different. tends to be bottles of something + two-minute noodles, lol. and there are very few shops which are not somehow trying to attract the student population in some way.
a place where even taking the bus is somewhat of an oddity; everybody walks pretty much everywhere. 3 mins to lectures though :)
full of health sci students, especially my hall. Here, it's like, if you find out a first year is not doing health sci, you're like, Wowwww, so interesting!! even if they're doing commerce haha.
Gonna post more soon, I hope! (she says somewhat dubiously..) Preliminary lectures start on Friday. O-week's been cool so far :) but the big iconic clock is chiming 11 now (can hear it loud and clear from my room :)) and I'm feeling like a total nana this week, so I'm gonna sign off. Besos~
This blog post would be a lot smoother if a) I didn't just start randomly blogging again after more than a year and b) I had actually gotten round to blogging at the start of the summer holidays instead of merely changing my layout and profile pic so there would actually be some sort of comparison. But! too late now.
Well I have to say, excluding actually arriving in Otago, by far the most singly significant event during the break was volunteering at the kids' holiday camp. Apart from it being a ridiculously good time (think Baby Shark song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqV1O5eeA9Y except in front of a campfire with 30 kids high on marshmallows and late bedtimes) I learnt some key things which are really important, but which I tend to put to the back of my mind. Firstly, the power of listening. And not just listening actively because you're telling yourself to, but active listening without any conscious thought, every single time someone talks to you. Our camp boss told us that we had to listen to the kids as if they were our in-laws - like really seriously alert and taking everything on board. And us volunteers extended that to each other; questions and jokes would flow seamlessly out of responses. Love it :)
Two: the power of positiv...ity.ness. What's the word? Anyway, we learnt the 7:1 ratio: 7 compliments : 1 criticism, and also to use our LASER (look around for signs of excellence and respond). This does not mean ignore faults, but rather to do a Dumbledore and find the best amongst the worst, always. lol apparently I'm way too soft so twas no problem for me to adhere to this... but look! I am exercising this mentality right now. My room is right in front of the staircase so it's pretty noisy; at home, people only move around in front of my room if they're about to enter, and so I can't help expecting someone. On the other hand, it has a balcony, it's almost as big as my room at home, and it overlooks the flower garden :3 Actually, that's a bad example. I actually really like my room. At the moment, it makes it really easy to bump into people :) think I'm gonna bring some paper stuff down to decorate next!
Three: Life has infinite pathways and you really never know where you'll end up. The other volunteers' life stories were an eclectic mix of everything and it was pretty... I don't know... it inspired a sense of peace in me. There are many paths to where you want to go and sometimes to where you didn't know you wanted to go :)
Camp aside, (ooh this is getting all deep now) I think that I slid down the scale of idealism --> realism re. me moving down here. Back when the choice was new and exciting and stressful, I thought of everything very logically. Eg, "it will be tough to move away from my friends but on the other hand, I can make new ones." Of course the old arguments still are true. But now after spending so much time out of school with friends over summer, I'm realising the true meaning of this statement. Every so often I think, ugh, wish I could just fastforward to a time when I have made good solid friendships like I have with these amazing people who care <3 Everybody here is lovely and I'm really looking forward to getting to know them more :) But old friends are gold, yes? and every time I see people with their best/close/childhood friend I miss y'all ridiculously!
So how is Otago? It is:
not so cold as the weatherman/girl makes it out to be, unless your hall holds an outdoor barbeque to welcome the parents, in which case Murphy's law applies and it will become so cold that everyone has to eat inside
different because of its demographics - a very large part of the accommodation on the streets is house flat things for students. also the litter is different. tends to be bottles of something + two-minute noodles, lol. and there are very few shops which are not somehow trying to attract the student population in some way.
a place where even taking the bus is somewhat of an oddity; everybody walks pretty much everywhere. 3 mins to lectures though :)
full of health sci students, especially my hall. Here, it's like, if you find out a first year is not doing health sci, you're like, Wowwww, so interesting!! even if they're doing commerce haha.
Gonna post more soon, I hope! (she says somewhat dubiously..) Preliminary lectures start on Friday. O-week's been cool so far :) but the big iconic clock is chiming 11 now (can hear it loud and clear from my room :)) and I'm feeling like a total nana this week, so I'm gonna sign off. Besos~
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Birthdays and wall tiles
Day 22: What makes you different from everyone else
Hello,
it's been a while.
So much so in fact that this blog feels a bit like a long-lost friend whom you are very close with but you have missed out on so much of their life that you don't know where to start.
Hm.
"I always says the best place to start is from the beginning, zurr!"
"Excellent idea! I always did say that no one could beat sound mole logic."
Okay, so today's challenge is "what makes me different from everyone else". And a couple of things I observed this week gave me my answer.
First: I had a conversation with a lady about birthdays. See, it turns out that this woman's family seems to have a bit of a birthday tradition: her grandmother, mother and brother (or something similar; it was three family members anyway) all have birthdays on 22 July.
Very cool coincidence, I said :)
And then she said, just as casually and in the same conversational tone, that she lost a baby in her late stages of pregnancy. But the baby's birthday would have been on 22 July too.
I couldn't help thinking,
I wonder how much time had passed before she was able to speak so easily about this,
and it made me sad,
and as you can see,
it stuck in my mind long enough to write this blog.
The second incident happened just now.
I was in our bathroom at home and I noticed for the first time that one of the decorative wall tiles is upside down. It's a swirly pattern and it's quite obvious, and yet after ~seven years of living in this house, I had never noticed it before. I told my dad and he said he hadn't noticed it either. Nor did he particularly care. But I feel pretty silly :S
So,
what I think makes me different from other people is the way I think. Memories and personal incidents tend to affect me a lot, and I pay attention to them, but I'm sure I don't notice a lot of obvious things that other people do. It's a good thing though. We need all sorts in this world :)
Day 22.
Hello,
it's been a while.
So much so in fact that this blog feels a bit like a long-lost friend whom you are very close with but you have missed out on so much of their life that you don't know where to start.
Hm.
"I always says the best place to start is from the beginning, zurr!"
"Excellent idea! I always did say that no one could beat sound mole logic."
Okay, so today's challenge is "what makes me different from everyone else". And a couple of things I observed this week gave me my answer.
First: I had a conversation with a lady about birthdays. See, it turns out that this woman's family seems to have a bit of a birthday tradition: her grandmother, mother and brother (or something similar; it was three family members anyway) all have birthdays on 22 July.
Very cool coincidence, I said :)
And then she said, just as casually and in the same conversational tone, that she lost a baby in her late stages of pregnancy. But the baby's birthday would have been on 22 July too.
I couldn't help thinking,
I wonder how much time had passed before she was able to speak so easily about this,
and it made me sad,
and as you can see,
it stuck in my mind long enough to write this blog.
The second incident happened just now.
I was in our bathroom at home and I noticed for the first time that one of the decorative wall tiles is upside down. It's a swirly pattern and it's quite obvious, and yet after ~seven years of living in this house, I had never noticed it before. I told my dad and he said he hadn't noticed it either. Nor did he particularly care. But I feel pretty silly :S
So,
what I think makes me different from other people is the way I think. Memories and personal incidents tend to affect me a lot, and I pay attention to them, but I'm sure I don't notice a lot of obvious things that other people do. It's a good thing though. We need all sorts in this world :)
Day 22.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Cross
Day 21: a picture of something that makes you happy
So I was kind of down yesterday, not feeling like doing anything but feeling bad about not doing anything, etc. I ended up making this card for my mum, a combination birthday/cny stand-up one with the message in the middle:
2 hours design, 3 hours construction (although I was watching liar game drama at the same time =P). Maybe it was the mechanical-ness of it, or that I was concentrating on something for someone else, but after that I felt more tolerable. Day 21 =)
So I was kind of down yesterday, not feeling like doing anything but feeling bad about not doing anything, etc. I ended up making this card for my mum, a combination birthday/cny stand-up one with the message in the middle:
2 hours design, 3 hours construction (although I was watching liar game drama at the same time =P). Maybe it was the mechanical-ness of it, or that I was concentrating on something for someone else, but after that I felt more tolerable. Day 21 =)
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Looking back
I'M BACK! Happy New Year everyone~ <3
After 2+ weeks in Aussie, I have a lot to blog about, so here goes :)
Me and my family left NZ on the 23rd of Dec, I can't remember what time but it was a respectable afternoon hour. One of our family friends dropped us off at the airport, which was nice of him.
I hadn't been to the Akl airport international departure areas for a while. It's gotten a lot fancier~ there's this big tree-thing now that changes colour and has moons and hammerhead sharks and things swimming across it. I likes.
The flight was about 2 and a half hours long, so me and my brother watched Precious. Idk if it's a good movie, since I missed a lot of the dialogue cos' the plane was too noisy. And then my entertainment system froze after I finished watching, so my brother let me play Pinball with him on his, ngaw :)
Sydney's two hours behind Auckland so by the time we landed it was 10-something at night. Aunty Carol picked us up and took us back to her place, which is where we'd stay for most of our trip. It took almost an hour to get to her house.. I think, that's one of the main differences between living in NZ and living in Australia. See, Mum said that lots of Kiwis move to Aussie and because the suburban/city scenery looks quite a lot like NZ, they feel like they haven't moved at all, so migration isn't very stressful. But Sydney's a lot more spread out, and a lot more crowded. Every car trip would take at least half an hour. Just imagine how much of your life you would waste travelling around :/ no wonder they need a good transport system.
We got up early the next day and road-tripped to Nowra, where we spent three days camping. And when I say camping I mean OMG the campsite was ridiculously luxurious,
lol there were stations where you could plug in and get electricity for your lamp/toothbrush/hairdryer, manymany sinks with running water, a tv, showers, etc, it was crazy. But in a good way ><
There were a lot of Aunty Carol's friends and their families camping there too, so it was a big social gathering. And as it turned out, my parents were the oldest couple there, and also the longest-migrated, as in they've been in NZ for 23 years whereas most of those families only moved from Malaysia less than five years ago. Naturally that also meant that my brother and I were the oldest kids there - the closest in age to us were my cousins Naomi and Kyra, who are 13 and 12 (Aunty Carol does have another daughter Nisha but she's 6.) The rest of them were aged 3-11, so me and my bro ended up being sort of pseudo-babysitters. Some of them are so cute :) and they have interesting names too, like Jayee JayD Jacey (brothers and sister), and Zehn (pronounced like zen). At night when we were sitting in the tent my family would try to match up the families, because we met everybody individually:
"So Abby's husband is..."
"Simon. The one who knows how to make teh tarik."
"And they have two children?"
"Yeah, they're the ones with John and Zehn."
Reminded me of those logic puzzles lol. Who owns the fish?
Amongst the overly adequate facilities at the campsite was a jumping pillow, which is exactly what it says on the tin - it's a giant orange pillow-shaped thing that kids jump on. Like someone tried to build a jumping castle, but only made the base before they got bored and left it as a trampoline. haha my brother got really popular with the littlies cos' of that pillow - since he was heavy enough, he could make them all lose balance and fall over, and pretty soon all the kids were shouting JUMP!JUMP!JUMP!JUMP! haha but actually, apart from the jumping pillow and the playground, there's nothing to do at the campsite, you have to make your own fun. So we went to the beach and had waterfights and played stuck-in-the-mud, and on Christmas Day it didn't feel like Christmas but the mothers made us sing Christmas carols anyway. Which failed a bit because a lot of the kids didn't know the words.
So Kyra (who's a music pro and just a musical person in general) started singing radio songs and then one of the dads backed his car up and used it to play
summer songs from someone's iPod. Which also failed a bit because a lot of the kids didn't know the words. They could all sing the Justin Bieber song though... ew ><
We went back to Sydney the next day. lol I'm gonna stop this post here, getting too long.. so to end this is what my cuzzie Nisha said when I asked her about her favourite animals.
"My number one favourite animal is dolpins, because they are really smart and really nice.
Then after that is golden labrador retriever puppies. I want one but my mum says I'm not responsible enough.
My number three favourite animal is spiders. I like spiders.
And then cockroaches. I don't like killing cockroaches. I tried to pat one but my mum wouldn't let me because she said it has food and worms on it. But I wanted to pat it."
:3
After 2+ weeks in Aussie, I have a lot to blog about, so here goes :)
Me and my family left NZ on the 23rd of Dec, I can't remember what time but it was a respectable afternoon hour. One of our family friends dropped us off at the airport, which was nice of him.
I hadn't been to the Akl airport international departure areas for a while. It's gotten a lot fancier~ there's this big tree-thing now that changes colour and has moons and hammerhead sharks and things swimming across it. I likes.
The flight was about 2 and a half hours long, so me and my brother watched Precious. Idk if it's a good movie, since I missed a lot of the dialogue cos' the plane was too noisy. And then my entertainment system froze after I finished watching, so my brother let me play Pinball with him on his, ngaw :)
Sydney's two hours behind Auckland so by the time we landed it was 10-something at night. Aunty Carol picked us up and took us back to her place, which is where we'd stay for most of our trip. It took almost an hour to get to her house.. I think, that's one of the main differences between living in NZ and living in Australia. See, Mum said that lots of Kiwis move to Aussie and because the suburban/city scenery looks quite a lot like NZ, they feel like they haven't moved at all, so migration isn't very stressful. But Sydney's a lot more spread out, and a lot more crowded. Every car trip would take at least half an hour. Just imagine how much of your life you would waste travelling around :/ no wonder they need a good transport system.
We got up early the next day and road-tripped to Nowra, where we spent three days camping. And when I say camping I mean OMG the campsite was ridiculously luxurious,
lol there were stations where you could plug in and get electricity for your lamp/toothbrush/hairdryer, manymany sinks with running water, a tv, showers, etc, it was crazy. But in a good way ><
There were a lot of Aunty Carol's friends and their families camping there too, so it was a big social gathering. And as it turned out, my parents were the oldest couple there, and also the longest-migrated, as in they've been in NZ for 23 years whereas most of those families only moved from Malaysia less than five years ago. Naturally that also meant that my brother and I were the oldest kids there - the closest in age to us were my cousins Naomi and Kyra, who are 13 and 12 (Aunty Carol does have another daughter Nisha but she's 6.) The rest of them were aged 3-11, so me and my bro ended up being sort of pseudo-babysitters. Some of them are so cute :) and they have interesting names too, like Jayee JayD Jacey (brothers and sister), and Zehn (pronounced like zen). At night when we were sitting in the tent my family would try to match up the families, because we met everybody individually:
"So Abby's husband is..."
"Simon. The one who knows how to make teh tarik."
"And they have two children?"
"Yeah, they're the ones with John and Zehn."
Reminded me of those logic puzzles lol. Who owns the fish?
Amongst the overly adequate facilities at the campsite was a jumping pillow, which is exactly what it says on the tin - it's a giant orange pillow-shaped thing that kids jump on. Like someone tried to build a jumping castle, but only made the base before they got bored and left it as a trampoline. haha my brother got really popular with the littlies cos' of that pillow - since he was heavy enough, he could make them all lose balance and fall over, and pretty soon all the kids were shouting JUMP!JUMP!JUMP!JUMP! haha but actually, apart from the jumping pillow and the playground, there's nothing to do at the campsite, you have to make your own fun. So we went to the beach and had waterfights and played stuck-in-the-mud, and on Christmas Day it didn't feel like Christmas but the mothers made us sing Christmas carols anyway. Which failed a bit because a lot of the kids didn't know the words.
So Kyra (who's a music pro and just a musical person in general) started singing radio songs and then one of the dads backed his car up and used it to play
summer songs from someone's iPod. Which also failed a bit because a lot of the kids didn't know the words. They could all sing the Justin Bieber song though... ew ><
We went back to Sydney the next day. lol I'm gonna stop this post here, getting too long.. so to end this is what my cuzzie Nisha said when I asked her about her favourite animals.
"My number one favourite animal is dolpins, because they are really smart and really nice.
Then after that is golden labrador retriever puppies. I want one but my mum says I'm not responsible enough.
My number three favourite animal is spiders. I like spiders.
And then cockroaches. I don't like killing cockroaches. I tried to pat one but my mum wouldn't let me because she said it has food and worms on it. But I wanted to pat it."
:3
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
One more fable
Day 3 (and all other picture days): A picture of you and your friends
"He's a paragon schizophonic."
"You mean a paranoid schizophrenic?"
"Yeah, whatever."
Christmas was approaching and the children of Pasta Primary were getting very excited. As is the tradtion, many of the little pastas had bought Christmas cards to give to their friends. One such girl was Tortellini.
Now, Tortellini was not a wealthy girl. She couldn't afford any of the fancy Christmas cards, but neither could she make her own cards - being a dumpling shape, dexterity was not her strong point. So, she went to the convenience store and with her pocket money she bought a budget pack of 9 Supr Special Christmas Cards!! Not all of the cards were particularly cute or pretty, but Tortellini knew that her friends would understand; it was the thought that counted, after all.
The last day of school arrived. Tortellini brought her cards in, all signed and smiley-faced, and one by one she handed them out to her friends. The last girls to receive a card from Tortellini were Penne and Spaghetti; they thanked her excitedly and rushed off to open them.
Spaghetti, a wiggly, willowy pasta, was thrilled with her card. Penne was not.
"Look at this," she said to Spaghetti. "Look at the picture! What does it look like to you?"
"It's a, um, it's a winter tree..." stammered the taller girl.
"It's a dead tree in a cornfield!" Penne snapped. "Who gives their friends a card with a dead tree in a cornfield?"
"She, ah, she probably just -"
"She obviously doesn't like me!" Penne cut over Spaghetti's stutter. "She gave you something nice, didn't she? Reindeers in santa hats?
If she liked me, she would've given me a nice card. She clearly doesn't and she just doesn't have the guts to say it. Well two can play at that game!"
Penne stormed past the stricken Spaghetti, and for the rest of the day refused to catch Tortellini's eye.
Tortellini, bewildered by Penne's cold treatment of her, asked Spaghetti if she knew what was wrong.
"Um," wobbled Spaghetti, "Um, Penne thinks... Penne doesn't really like the picture on the card you gave her."
"Oh, is that all?" smiled Tortellini, relieved. "I thought I'd done something really awful! Well, I did tell everyone earlier that I might have to give them an ugly card. I'll go talk to her again. Thanks, Spaghetti!"
But Penne was nowhere to be found; rumour had it she had driven off with a meatball on a motorbike.
Hmm, thought Tortellini, well I'll see her next year, anyway.
Unfortunately, Penne transferred to Carbonara College the next year, and she and Tortellini never spoke again.
Moral of the story:
Trees are not a symbol of regeneration.
As usual, based on a true story. This happened between three friends of mine when I was in year 2.. things like that were such a serious issue back then. But I guess we still fight over a lot of inconsequential stuff :)
"He's a paragon schizophonic."
"You mean a paranoid schizophrenic?"
"Yeah, whatever."
Christmas was approaching and the children of Pasta Primary were getting very excited. As is the tradtion, many of the little pastas had bought Christmas cards to give to their friends. One such girl was Tortellini.
Now, Tortellini was not a wealthy girl. She couldn't afford any of the fancy Christmas cards, but neither could she make her own cards - being a dumpling shape, dexterity was not her strong point. So, she went to the convenience store and with her pocket money she bought a budget pack of 9 Supr Special Christmas Cards!! Not all of the cards were particularly cute or pretty, but Tortellini knew that her friends would understand; it was the thought that counted, after all.
The last day of school arrived. Tortellini brought her cards in, all signed and smiley-faced, and one by one she handed them out to her friends. The last girls to receive a card from Tortellini were Penne and Spaghetti; they thanked her excitedly and rushed off to open them.
Spaghetti, a wiggly, willowy pasta, was thrilled with her card. Penne was not.
"Look at this," she said to Spaghetti. "Look at the picture! What does it look like to you?"
"It's a, um, it's a winter tree..." stammered the taller girl.
"It's a dead tree in a cornfield!" Penne snapped. "Who gives their friends a card with a dead tree in a cornfield?"
"She, ah, she probably just -"
"She obviously doesn't like me!" Penne cut over Spaghetti's stutter. "She gave you something nice, didn't she? Reindeers in santa hats?
If she liked me, she would've given me a nice card. She clearly doesn't and she just doesn't have the guts to say it. Well two can play at that game!"
Penne stormed past the stricken Spaghetti, and for the rest of the day refused to catch Tortellini's eye.
Tortellini, bewildered by Penne's cold treatment of her, asked Spaghetti if she knew what was wrong.
"Um," wobbled Spaghetti, "Um, Penne thinks... Penne doesn't really like the picture on the card you gave her."
"Oh, is that all?" smiled Tortellini, relieved. "I thought I'd done something really awful! Well, I did tell everyone earlier that I might have to give them an ugly card. I'll go talk to her again. Thanks, Spaghetti!"
But Penne was nowhere to be found; rumour had it she had driven off with a meatball on a motorbike.
Hmm, thought Tortellini, well I'll see her next year, anyway.
Unfortunately, Penne transferred to Carbonara College the next year, and she and Tortellini never spoke again.
Moral of the story:
Trees are not a symbol of regeneration.
As usual, based on a true story. This happened between three friends of mine when I was in year 2.. things like that were such a serious issue back then. But I guess we still fight over a lot of inconsequential stuff :)
Monday, October 18, 2010
Looking back
Day 12: How you found out about Tumblr (blogspot) and why you made one
Well the answer to that can be deduced from my first entry I think? hahaha
Basically what happened is, I was over at Bernie's house, and we ate some of her cake. It had ballbearings on it and it was good.
One of us got a little high, three guesses who :)
We went up to her room and played around on her laptop a lil' bit, then Bernie decided that since Winnie, Steph, YJ, Laina and herself already had a blog, I needed one too. Also, I had already been considering making one before then, but hadn't got around to it. So, she helped me set it up and everything, we wrote the first entry, and as they say, the history is now recorded for eternity by the delightful power of the internet.
Well the answer to that can be deduced from my first entry I think? hahaha
Basically what happened is, I was over at Bernie's house, and we ate some of her cake. It had ballbearings on it and it was good.
One of us got a little high, three guesses who :)
We went up to her room and played around on her laptop a lil' bit, then Bernie decided that since Winnie, Steph, YJ, Laina and herself already had a blog, I needed one too. Also, I had already been considering making one before then, but hadn't got around to it. So, she helped me set it up and everything, we wrote the first entry, and as they say, the history is now recorded for eternity by the delightful power of the internet.
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