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[Jun. 22nd, 2009|03:15 am] |
I'm up reading old blog entries. I did the same yesterday too, and stayed up till 4. There goes my Valiant Quest for Perfect Skin.
I love re-reading journal entries. It brings back a whole barrage of memories; people, events, they all just come flooding back to the mind's eye. The memories are so sweetly fond, I feel like re-establishing contact with all those old friends mentioned in my blog. Over the past 2 nights, I've relived every year of my teenhood (is there such a word? My brain is moving very slowly now); I've even laughed out loud at some points. What a nasty little beast I was! Things got better though- I was even rather mature for my age, at some points of my life (: not now I guess, everyone else has had plenty of time to catch up. Ha! Ha!
I realise that, of all the years I've been blogging (albeit irregularly), I most prefer my writing style in J2. It must be all that history and lit inspiring me to greater heights, eh? Don't get me wrong, law is a great subject and all, but it really does nothing for your recreational writing skills.
We brought my dad's PRC colleague's family out for dinner tonight. My dad wanted to give them a taste of great local food, so we brought them on a true blue Singaporean guzzlefest. The night started with frog porridge and barley water at Lorong 9, followed by roadside D24 durian and mangosteen (the king and queen of fruit) and ended with chicken rice, omelette, mixed veg & tofu and sweet&sour pork at Beach Road. Everything was marvellous and larger than life, much like our stomachs by 10 pm- by my 2nd bowl of chicken rice, my mouth was just on autopilot, I wasn't even thinking about the taste anymore. Have you ever had that feeling, when you just have had so much to eat you can't enjoy the food anymore? I told Tasha that, given the consequent state of our tummies, she'd have to continually fling hers around to keep it out of the way at dance rehearsal tomorrow. That sounds supremely attractive huh, don't worry it's better than it sounds.
Okay, the night is old and my eyebags are growing, the bed beckons. Bye. |
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