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Mar21

Hot Pot

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Hot Pot

when I get less lazy, I will put up proper posts of a lot of things I have been doing, pictures included. meanwhile, you can contend with point forms HAHAHAHA

For some reason, I have a craving for hotpot. and steam boat. So, last week, I was kinda hunting around for hotpots, but each had really shitty ingredients (or well, things I won’t eat. most of you know the drill, just fish, prawns and certain other seafood, mostly no shell-fishes; no innards; as little pork as possible). I finally got to Dickson Dumpling house one day in the last month (HAHAHAHA) and found the Chicken with XO sauce hotpot.

it was delicious, too bad i forgot to take a photo, I dived into it. oops.

steamboat is yet another thing I need to find and conquer. and/or make it myself la… knn so easy just water + stock and make people throw it in. but the whole atmosphere… T_T I miss Seoul Garden HAHAHAAHAHA

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I don’t know why, motivation this semester is incredibly… shit. Maybe because I spent most of it completely in a haze or something. suddenly, we are in week 6! wtf! luckily, I got some assessments out of the way, but it still doesn’t cover those that are due… tomorrow. HAHAHAHAHA.

NEED TO STOP PROCRASTINATING!

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Work has been… great. I don’t feel challenged as much anymore though. oh wells, I will find a way to make it challenging, I am sure.

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I got sick of my shitty, low class piano playing. I know when I am rusty and this is worse than rusty. I have hired a piano teacher and working my way through that. i am amazed by how I can do difficult songs when I like it, and simple songs gets completely fucked over by me.

sounds like same old same old. I guess my brain will never change about music I don’t like – it just won’t get played madame!!

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I also started ice hockey. Had one lesson and skipped the next. It’s not a bad thing, I really like the training. but I wake up at like 5 pm or something post night shift, and I was hardly in a condition to train. WILL TRY AGAIN THIS WEEKEND!

i am not the only girl! yay! but still not enough to make a team :( not when we are so new anyway.

talking about sports, I went to see my first roller derby bout the other day. I was completely rushed by adrenalin every time i see the local team breaking through and garnering points… but omg the score!!! 67 to 166!! we got thrashed, well and truly! but, since the victorians taught our local team, I guess…. one day!

ok nuff.

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Jan20

possessions

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I have picked up this terrible habit from dad. I keep just about every little crap I find/got given/impulse buy – and still I buy more. If I ever get a giant house, it could possibly be divided up to 3 parts: impossibly fake antiques section; pink crap; wannabe modernistic. And all of them, to a certain degree, will be filled with random books from different points in my life. if I ever have children, it will be a disaster, post-mortem, to clean up the shit I left behind.

A long summer night ago, someone I knew passed away quite suddenly. The family was in complete denial right up to the day before X passed away. They were determined that the doctor was wrong, since doctors made mistakes anyway, and wanted to spend some time in a certain place with X.

But, X has been diagnosed with a terminal disease for a long time. that she had lasted that long was quite miraculous. That she had survived alot of betrayals along the way was equally amazing. In short, her life has come a full circle and it was time she moved on.

The family, as I said, was in denial. During the time they had, they kept pushing many things till “tomorrow”. Particularly, because part of the betrayal involved the legalities should X pass away, it was never fully looked into.

And then X died. there were no longer any more time, good byes were never said properly due to the denial, legalities has ensued. Worst of all, it was quite possible that despite all the time, effort, love and so on that has been put into the care of X’s final days, it was likely that not a single possession will remain in that particular family nucleus.

As V, X’s sister, started cleaning up X’s room just before the funeral, she did not know what to do. There were no boxes, just many bags or sheets made into temporary bags. X’s room was lovingly filled with the things she once loved, hobbies she used to enjoy, movies she watched. In those make-shift bags, that was all that was left of X’s life and V suddenly crumpled.

She teared with every item she had to put aside. “This was her wedding present.” “I was jealous of her having this.” “We thought she stole this from a shop…” With every item, laid a part of X’s life story, a part of her soul.

Emotionally, V didn’t make it through the night. The denial and grief finally overcame her, and she sat there fondling, more than packing, the very items that made X, X. We sat down together and hugged tight, there were no words that could console her, neither were there words enough to describe her loss and grief.

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