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Scared the Hell Out of Me
I just had a huge shock of my life.
My dad left some gravy to boil on the stove after dinner, intending to switch it off in a couple of minutes. He went into his room and promptly forgot all about it.
I was lying on the sofa happily reading my CLEO mag when I smelled something burning. Looked up from my magazine and my heart nearly stopped! Smoke was billowing out of the kitchen in waves! I sprinted into the kitchen to turn off the stove. Thank heavens nothing has caught fire, only the pot containing the gravy was ruined.
When I saw the smoke, I really thought the kitchen was on fire. Luckily there was only smoke. If it had been untended to for a while longer, a fire would probably have been started.
I don't know why I continued to read in the living room after dinner, as my usual practice is to retreat and hide in my room after dinner, and then no one would have caught the problem until it's too late.
Maybe my mum's still watching over the family, even in heaven.
Thank you, mum.
WhY MuSt YoU TyPe LiKe ThIs?
The title hurts your eyes, doesn't it?
I can never understand why people actually want to TyPe LiKe ThIs. I know many young teenagers think TyPiNg LiKe ThIs is cool/cute/fun etc., because at that age we do a lot of weird things that we'd cringe at when remembering them in our adult years.
But I cannot tolerate adults doing that. Do they think it's cutesy, or what?
Some like to do that in their MSN nicknames, email subjects, or god forbid, in their entire blog/email content itself. Everytime I see that, I get an urge to bitch slap that person. Kills my brain cells just trying to understand what they are writing.
So please, if you know me, don't do it, OK? Spare my limited brain cells from dying a premature death.
Swim Or Drown
I feel like I'm drowning.
But I shall not, can not, go down without a fight.
Because I owe it to myself to, at the very least, try to survive.
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Thursday, April 13, 2006