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About Me

Jasmine Loo
17 years old
10 April 1990
Penang,
Malaysia
Aries

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Prashant
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Joe
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One Child
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Tuesday, March 4, 2008
5:02 PM


If i were still at Penang, no way would i touch any types of raw meat - no, over my dead body. but now that i'm on my own i guess i really have to start cooking. i tried frying fish just now. it was quite a success from the appearance department, the taste's not too bad, but something is just missing. i cant fry a fish like dad. Now i know how much it means to be having meals cooked by dad or mum. I had taken things for granted back then. The fish had really fooled me around. The skin looked so soft, in fact it LOOKED so soft that itz as if you could tear it apart if u want to. Luckily i had enough sense to cut it with a knife; but it wasn't easy. it wouldn't give way until i had tried for the hundredth time. massaging the fish with starch powder wasn't an easy job too. it just feels...gross. i mean, itz still meat. then comes the grilling part, lolx. the oil was spurting around - and i kept jumping when it got onto my arms and face. lolx.

This is the 3rd day i'm actually cooking by myself (well, i cooked together with my friend, but u know what i mean). It feels a bit odd really, whenever i walk into the kitchen, a part of me always expect that dad will be standing by the stove cooking whatever it is; whenever i walk into the laundry room, i'd be expecting to see my standing there, waiting for me to do our laundry together. When i walk into my room i'd be hoping there'll be someone to say hi to (lolx in my case, i cant literally wish for that coz i'll be freaked out if i ever find someone in my room all of a sudden, but then again, u know what i mean). School work is starting to double up and our first exam's 3 weeks away from now. it'll be a crazy year, i suppose. but sometimes challenges are good. =)

Jass


Happy 17th Birthday! :)



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