I was such a self-sacrificial child.
Today at dinner, as I attacked my dad who was sitting down from the back, I realised his ears were super cold, and I suddenly remembered a memory of when I was a super young kid, when we went to China during Winter.
Dad had put me on his shoulders and I had taken off my gloves to eat those crystallised fruits on a stick and after I finished it and started messing with dad's head, I realised his ears were cold cos he didn't have ear mittens. I immediately covered his ears with my hands so that his ears would be warm cos I was scared if it gets too cold his ears would fall off. D:
So I let my hands freeze to warm my da's ears.
...I could star in some heroic drama. ahahahahah! xD
Yours Truly
- christine
- is behind you.
- I am a confused, dangerous little girl. And I bite. Fear me.
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Saturday, March 26, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
A Young Me
When I was a small girl, around maybe 6 years of age, I was addicted to Shandy.
I kid you not. At first my parents thought it was cute to see me sipping on a whole tin of Shandy by myself and hiccuping happily here and there, but as the weeks went by my parents began to worry, seeing me chugging down the whole can with a swagger like a pro. "Oh no," they thought. "Our little girl is going to grow up to be an alcoholic!!"
So they tried hiding it. They placed all the tins of Shandy on the very top compartment of the fridge, where I could see it if I tiptoed but could not reach it, even when I stood on a high chair and flailed my tiny arms at the tins. They never did budge.
I was completely devastated. I cried, I screamed, I kicked, I bit, I did everything to cause pain to my parents and their tormented souls. How could they do this to me! Finally, my parents decided to give me just one tin, just one, to pacify me.
I then proceeded to a small, dark corner where I huddled in, facing inwards, sipping on my Shandy like a very shady little 6-year-old. It was a happy day.
Look at me now though, the only alcohol I take is the red wine found in dishes like my Foochow mee sua!! Ah heaven♥ I can't even drink Shandy anymore. Hahaha!
Happy Birthday my cousin, Alex, who only started drinking Shandy what--4 years ago?? Hahaha u can finally buy ur own beer (: happy evenmorelegal day!
I kid you not. At first my parents thought it was cute to see me sipping on a whole tin of Shandy by myself and hiccuping happily here and there, but as the weeks went by my parents began to worry, seeing me chugging down the whole can with a swagger like a pro. "Oh no," they thought. "Our little girl is going to grow up to be an alcoholic!!"
So they tried hiding it. They placed all the tins of Shandy on the very top compartment of the fridge, where I could see it if I tiptoed but could not reach it, even when I stood on a high chair and flailed my tiny arms at the tins. They never did budge.
I was completely devastated. I cried, I screamed, I kicked, I bit, I did everything to cause pain to my parents and their tormented souls. How could they do this to me! Finally, my parents decided to give me just one tin, just one, to pacify me.
I then proceeded to a small, dark corner where I huddled in, facing inwards, sipping on my Shandy like a very shady little 6-year-old. It was a happy day.
Look at me now though, the only alcohol I take is the red wine found in dishes like my Foochow mee sua!! Ah heaven♥ I can't even drink Shandy anymore. Hahaha!
Happy Birthday my cousin, Alex, who only started drinking Shandy what--4 years ago?? Hahaha u can finally buy ur own beer (: happy evenmorelegal day!
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