Prawning Is Not A Word

Simon is being judgemental

I caught them all HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I DID I DID I DID

Preparing for work in Shanghai

I've been bugging Simon to go prawn fishing with Simon's girlfriend and guess what that jerk did? He went with his cousin instead. FUCKER MUCH YOU MOTHAFUCKER!!!! But he made it up by going with me again. We went to Haibin at Puggol which happened to be really near his place and really far from mine. (Insert female stupidity here)

Less than 10 minutes since we plopped our first rod in, Simon got a prawn. Why'd you have to show off our pro-ness so soon Simon? Right after him, I landed a prawn myself. My ego hit jackpot when a cute teenager mustered up the courage to ask me, "How did you catch that? I have't caught anything for 2 hours." I pulled the humble-pie out from my inner platinum and gold-plated oven and gave a google worthy answer because being snobby is no good. 

I'm really proud of Simon for being the manly man and unhooking every single prawn while I showed off my rare kitchen skills. I skewered every single prawn by watching them struggle helplessly in my hands before I poke a stick through their body and brains and then gleefully leaving them squirming in pain on the fire pit. We then proceeded to watching them barbecue alive, after which I fed Simon and sucked the brains out of them dead prawnies. 

Enjoy every fucking little things in life. Suck them brains out. 

We Shell Shellfish In A Selfie

Peppers Resort in Christchurch, New Zealand

The reasoning behind the title of this post

What do you do when you're stuck in a resort that only allows you 3 hours in a shopping mall? You buy lamp chops (typo intended) , shell fishes, 2 different kinds of pasta sauce, beef steaks, lots of other rubbish and make a beautiful dinner. Nobody told us that the crew lounge had salt, so I spent NZ$2 on fucking sea salt so that our dinner could taste awesome. 

I could have totally went horse riding, cycling, walking along the river or a bunch of other nice stuff. But guess what? I was too cold and too lazy. My off days in Christchurch consisted of lazing at the balcony, smoking duty free cigarettes and watching ducks quacking at birds and birds pretending to sound cute (chirpchirpmyass) and swans giving zero fucks. Of course I also contemplated the meaning of life, but that only took 2 seconds. 

On a much more productive side, here's a brief introduction of me in 20 facts.

#20FACTS

Click on that if you give a shit about me. 

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The World Is My Oyster

Moscow, All-Russian Exhibition Center

Selfies in Russia 

London in 5 pictures

Because not being retarded is not living life.

Yes, I do feel very fortunate to be travelling around the world. There's nothing that can compare to being paid to go to new places and see new things. Exposed to new cultures and doing what others dream of doing at such a young age. Yet, there's also nothing quite like the feeling of utter loneliness in a foreign country, discovering strange things with strangers. 

The world is certainly my oyster. In just one short month, I've been to more countries than I've ever dreamt possible. But going to a new country is one thing, and exploring it is another. One day, I will really travel the world and immerse myself in it. Flying to a new country isn't travelling; taking a backpack and driving from one end of the earth to another is. One day, the world won't just be my oyster, it'll be my home.