We are the keepers of our own heart.
So what is it about following the voice in your heart?
Some hear the voice but are deaf to it...
Some listen too much to the voice in their head,
they ignore the one in their heart.
So just what is it about following the voice in your heart?
Just ask the keeper of this blog...
The keeper of her own heart.
the keeper
:: Xuanwan ::
:: 12/09/84 ::
:: NUS undergrad ::
:: FASS ::
loves
:: my family ::
:: andrew ho ::
:: badminton ::
:: bubble tea ::
:: babies ::
:: singing ::
:: sleeping ::
:: slacking ::
:: surprises ::
moodswings
wishlist
:: finish the whole series of Sex & The City ::
:: to enjoy whatever modules I'll be doing next sem ::
:: not be kicked out of NUS and have to go sell bubble tea ::
:: rid the world of nasty jerks ::
:: to get out of boring S'pore for holiday! ::
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Full and satisfied...
I was trying so hard to read my marketing textbook juz now but being my usual self... my butt cant stay still stuck on the chair for long. So I would walk to the kitchen, search thro all of my 3 fridges but I still cant find anything to eat! Not dat I'm hungry... in fact, I'm rather full. Aaargh, den happened dat my brother came into the kitchen, so we searched for food together... but still nothing! Den he said he can fry egg for mi... den I told him I feel lyk drinking soup. We found a can of Campbells from the cupboards, last can... haha. But I din feel lyk cooking it so I asked him to do it... surprisingly he said ok lor. Haha... den I thought it's been AGES since I cooked an egg, so I decided to put my sec 2 home econs skills to good use... and cooked a scramble egg! I wanted to cook for my bro but he say he want to cook his sunny-side-up himself, he self-claims he fries the best eggs. Ok fine. Anw I looked a ridiculous sight when I asked him to hold on to the fry while I scrambled thro the fridge to look for milk and salt to add to my egg... I din even prepare my ingredient beforehand lor! And guess wad? When we were done with everything, his egg smelt SO good... with his secret recipe of adding vinegar... while my egg... smells funny. Realli, it's a weird smell... lyk plastic liddat. I cant believe it... he does it better than mi. Then I was telling him it's good that he can do cooking, his market value will be highly increased... while poor mi is so unmarketable. Bleah. But the "meal" satisfied mi... so I'm a happy ger again when I hit the books. Anw I looked at the oily pan and said... "Har...still hafta wash the dishes..." I din even hafta say anything else... brother said,"I wash lor." WAH! Is this my brother???
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* xuan * listened
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