I'll try my best on Blogspot. HAHAHA.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
A Novel Challenge: Vietnam War Reading Challenge
Today, I just realized I have a lot of spare time on my hands, even as a kid. School work is a breeze getting by and I don't want to spend the remaining time of my day on the computer. So with my intense passion for reading, I decided to look into some novel challenges. (Just letting you know, my favorite types of books to read are historical war novels. I absolutely love them.) While I surfed through the links of this blog the words, Vietnam War Reading Challenge caught my attention.
With Vietnamese parents, both my father and my mother have experienced their share of the Vietnam War. Chased out of their homeland, they endured terrible hardships and fled Vietnam by boat - if lucky, by airplane.
As children of a new generation, I believe it's our duty to educate ourselves of the mistakes in the past and to make a change for the future - our future, and our children's future too.
And so, without a doubt, I wanted to do this novel challenge first.
Interested? Read up the rules right here.
Expect maybe a couple of book reviews and recaps on my trips to book stores. I'll be looking forward to this. In fact, I already have my first book I bought last week at Indigo. It's called, "Dispatches" by Micheal Herr.
Can't wait to get absorbed into the amazing world of literature.
With Vietnamese parents, both my father and my mother have experienced their share of the Vietnam War. Chased out of their homeland, they endured terrible hardships and fled Vietnam by boat - if lucky, by airplane.
As children of a new generation, I believe it's our duty to educate ourselves of the mistakes in the past and to make a change for the future - our future, and our children's future too.
And so, without a doubt, I wanted to do this novel challenge first.
Interested? Read up the rules right here.
Expect maybe a couple of book reviews and recaps on my trips to book stores. I'll be looking forward to this. In fact, I already have my first book I bought last week at Indigo. It's called, "Dispatches" by Micheal Herr.
Can't wait to get absorbed into the amazing world of literature.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Back again!
Hello everyone!
Guess what?
I'm going to take this blog seriously.
This will be the blog of my life. The ups and the downs and the in-betweens. Pictures will be up, and hopefully, I'll get some more readers... otherwise you can all lurk on my pointless, personal posts.
Scrapping Poppy Seed Bread.
Welcome to The Memoirs of a Dork.
Guess what?
I'm going to take this blog seriously.
This will be the blog of my life. The ups and the downs and the in-betweens. Pictures will be up, and hopefully, I'll get some more readers... otherwise you can all lurk on my pointless, personal posts.
Scrapping Poppy Seed Bread.
Welcome to The Memoirs of a Dork.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Let There Be Thunder... thighs.
http://thighsofthunder.blogspot.com/
Go now!
New blog captained by me and my dear-o cousin, Emi.
Basically, the blog is just full of our random hysterical episodes.
Go now and you'll get free boxes of chicken instant noodles on your front step.
Go now!
New blog captained by me and my dear-o cousin, Emi.
Basically, the blog is just full of our random hysterical episodes.
Go now and you'll get free boxes of chicken instant noodles on your front step.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
When you love someone, remember this...
See, I don't think you can love someone because of something physical or even an ability. Because time will wither a person's body and something like greatest athlete doesn't last forever either.
You gotta love somebody for their core. The core of a person is who they are way deep inside.
It's not their job title.
It's not how many awards they have.
It's not the car they drive.
Or else it's just lust.
Don't love someone because they're beautiful. Don't love someone in spite of an addiction of some sort.
Because neither are permanent.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
THE ADVENTURE OF NATALIE'S FIRST CONTACTS
Book: Saling To Sarantium - Guy Key
Song: Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner
Food: Congee (I just ate at Congee Wong's yesterday)
Quote: "If we don't end war, war will end us." - H. G. Wells
I recently got my new contacts today. They're test runs to see if I can handle them or not.
They're soft lenses which means they should be more comfortable and less irritating than hard lenses.
Now get your butt comfy in a big boss chair, grab a super-sized bucket of greasy buttery popcorn, a diet coke and maybe even your favorite plushie because this is my adventure of my first contacts.
THE ADVENTURE OF NATALIE'S FIRST CONTACTS
The minute our little red car scuttle into the driveway, I took off to my bedroom and plunged into an unmade sea of blankets.
My plans for today got squished and the humid air both made my hair go flat and oilier, but made my mood go flat and apparently... oilier. I stole Charlie from the corner of my bedroom and plucked an E string. The noise buzzed through the room.
I just went to the eye-people's place - as I like to call them. You and Eye Optical.
Catchy.
There I got to pick out my new pair of glasses, a sheek and simple squarish black frame. I was happy with my new findings, sashaying around the small store, swiping huge motorcycle-like sunglasses, propping them up my nose and pulling funny faces into the surrounding mirrors.
Until, I heard the dreaded word: Contacts.
Back in grade 3, I ADORED contacts! You can even say I was absolutely in love with them. I thought they were so cool, how you got to squirt 'em down with transparent chemicals, poke them in and out of your eyes and store them back up until tomorrow's morning.
Then grade 4 struck and I realized how uncanny I looked without glasses. I am one of those people where glasses can add accents to your strikingly boring face. With no frames on my face, I look terrible.
Something in my gut triggered a burp. My head twirled over and like a dog, my ears sprang up.
"I can give you 3 pairs of soft lenses to try on for Natalie."
Of course, contacts were cool and everything... they seemed like a breeze.
So there we went, trooping out the store with a dinky purple gift-bag of contact essentials.
My mom caught me in my room, hands clicking over my computer's keyboards, silently cursing as I played Grand Theft Auto. She ordered me to the washroom.
There she explained how to properly keep good care of your contacts.
Always begin the procedure with your right contact, never add in tap water, try not to drop it and BE CLEAN. She also presented me with a little slip of paper and ran down to the kitchen where a faint scent of charcoal started to waft through the house.
The miniscule font basically instructed you how to keep your contacts clean, the do's and don'ts of contact safety and how to remove and insert them.
Song: Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner
Food: Congee (I just ate at Congee Wong's yesterday)
Quote: "If we don't end war, war will end us." - H. G. Wells
I recently got my new contacts today. They're test runs to see if I can handle them or not.
They're soft lenses which means they should be more comfortable and less irritating than hard lenses.
Now get your butt comfy in a big boss chair, grab a super-sized bucket of greasy buttery popcorn, a diet coke and maybe even your favorite plushie because this is my adventure of my first contacts.
THE ADVENTURE OF NATALIE'S FIRST CONTACTS
The minute our little red car scuttle into the driveway, I took off to my bedroom and plunged into an unmade sea of blankets.
My plans for today got squished and the humid air both made my hair go flat and oilier, but made my mood go flat and apparently... oilier. I stole Charlie from the corner of my bedroom and plucked an E string. The noise buzzed through the room.
I just went to the eye-people's place - as I like to call them. You and Eye Optical.
Catchy.
There I got to pick out my new pair of glasses, a sheek and simple squarish black frame. I was happy with my new findings, sashaying around the small store, swiping huge motorcycle-like sunglasses, propping them up my nose and pulling funny faces into the surrounding mirrors.
Until, I heard the dreaded word: Contacts.
Back in grade 3, I ADORED contacts! You can even say I was absolutely in love with them. I thought they were so cool, how you got to squirt 'em down with transparent chemicals, poke them in and out of your eyes and store them back up until tomorrow's morning.
Then grade 4 struck and I realized how uncanny I looked without glasses. I am one of those people where glasses can add accents to your strikingly boring face. With no frames on my face, I look terrible.
Something in my gut triggered a burp. My head twirled over and like a dog, my ears sprang up.
"I can give you 3 pairs of soft lenses to try on for Natalie."
Of course, contacts were cool and everything... they seemed like a breeze.
So there we went, trooping out the store with a dinky purple gift-bag of contact essentials.
My mom caught me in my room, hands clicking over my computer's keyboards, silently cursing as I played Grand Theft Auto. She ordered me to the washroom.
There she explained how to properly keep good care of your contacts.
Always begin the procedure with your right contact, never add in tap water, try not to drop it and BE CLEAN. She also presented me with a little slip of paper and ran down to the kitchen where a faint scent of charcoal started to waft through the house.
The miniscule font basically instructed you how to keep your contacts clean, the do's and don'ts of contact safety and how to remove and insert them.
- Place one lens on the tip of your index finger.
- Keep your head up and look straight ahead.
- Pull down your lower eyelid with the middle of your finger of your opposite hand.
- Look up steadily at a point above you. Place the lens of the lower white of your eye. Remove you index finger and release lower lid.
- Look down. Close you eyes for a moment, and the lens will center itself.
- Repreat procedure with other lens.
- After putting both lenses in, rinse the lens case with your preferred multi-purpose solution and allow to dry.
Easy right?
So I went ahead and Viet-squatted myself up on the bathroom counter, leaning my face close into the mirror. (My mom gave me a smaller mirror for comfort but it didn't help much).
The problem was, it wouldn't slip in. And the other problem was - I couldn't stop blinking!
Okay... put it in the bottom white *blink!*
Shoot. Okay, one more time. *blink!*
DAMMIT. Okay okay. Keep going...
blink!blink!blink!blink!blink!blink!
After a long while of unsuccessful attempts, Mom came upstairs, bathed the contact in solution again, split open my eyelids and slid it in with ease. I was flabbergasted. She repeated and the left one went in.
Oooh. The sensation of your first contacts. I wanted to dance! No more glasses!
But everything was so... unleveled. Like... double rainbow. Omigod.
Dancing was going to be a definite challenge. Cross that off the list of What to do When You Have Contacts. So I played with Charlie, read a book, played Paper Mario and ate Mayan Chocolate icecream. Whoop!
I spent some time in them and just around 6, I had enough. They had to come out.
Removing them is a whole other tale worthy for sometime later. But let me tell you, it was twice as funny and all the more blinking.
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