Stomach, I implore thee to stop!

Get ready for my heart-felt, impassioned plea to a long-serving organ:

Dear Stomach,

You are the probably the most muscular portion of my body. But I do not want to overwork you anymore. Muscle fatigue of the stomach can be very hard to repair. So, it is with your well being in mind that I implore thee to stop eating! Even if the stubborn legs of the body you happen to be situated goes to People's Park for food like this:

And have your mum buy this:

Sincerely,
The Brain

Curiously enough, my studies as an English Major has opened up an interest in languages as a whole. My love (proud of my own race)-hate (damn those 听写) relationship with the Chinese language has since taken a change for the better, Japanese classes are a weekly highlight, I shall zap Sharon's Korean book soon and I have Sarah and Zah for Malay!

But right now I'm so intrigued with how the Chinese terms for food items are so accurately descriptive. It could never have been more apt to name those savoury delights in the 1st picture collectively as 点心。It would take a genuine love for food to craft such small, and hence so quickly consumed, morsels in a kitchen cramped with eggs, flour, flaming stoves. Not to mention the 锅贴 in picture 2. How I love peeling those stickers off the pot.

I simply love how the Chinese Language is so precise in capturing details. Now, if only it was not that hard to master!