Showing posts from June, 2012


I started cursing when I was really small, like maybe around 4th Grade? Well actually I knew curse words like way earlier than that, but when I was in 4th or 5th Grade I became really, really, really vulgar. Not disrespectfully though, i.e. I don't curse in the family or to older people, basically it's a friendly thing. Kind of. I remember cursing at my neighbour friend who was 4 years older than me at school, then he told my mother and I was scolded for that. (Now that I think about it, it's so funny how the "I'll tell your mama" threat is not always an empty threat.)

Anyway, after about 1 or 2 years when I was in secondary school I stopped being so vulgar. Partly because of the change of school which of course is unfamiliar, and also because of me realising how annoying and "ugly" those words are. I still occasionally cursed of course, out of anger or frustration, mostly just for myself, but generally I didn't. I started to see vulgar people a…

What if...?

... is a question that I ask myself a lot of time. As if my life isn't already complicated enough, I am constantly met with dilemmas and choices. I know I should be grateful blah blah that I even have the ability to choose, unlike so many others who are unfortunate to have to do things they may not feel entirely comfortable with. But these "What if...?" questions keep coming up to me. What if I hadn't rejected the Hong Kong offer? What if I had chosen the other school? What if I actually had a job instead of wasting my life away in the previous 6 months of total nothing-to-do-ness?

Actually I know the answer to the last question. My life would have been more interesting at least. Not that it's not been interesting for the past couple of months, and I have taken it to myself that I will have my chance to work my ass off for at least 30 years in my life, why should I feel bad now that I can take a 6-month break?

Anyway, back to the main point. There is not really a…