Wednesday, October 12, 2005
i can hear my hotcakes calling me
Lately, trump pointed out that our conversation during meals always include gastronomic plans for the next.It probably started when we unleashed our wild decadent ways during the mid-sem break. So, after a liberating mahjong affair, we had breakfast at 9am after persuading i-can-hear-my-hotcakes-calling-me-Andre to absent himself from his car-washing part-time (he thinks we are his pig-dog-friends). Ah so, at macs, we planned to have a steak-dinner at Morrison's. And Morrison was, anyway, cancelled because of SianzKelvin's mini steamboat party.
We talked about having dinner at Hawken the next day.
Hotpot at Sunnybank.
Cybercity for supper.
Hawken for lunch.
Today, i suggested Makanhouse for dinner. On Thursday.
I honestly don't know how far this will take us to.
Chia, i love those bloody maries on you. maybe you can check this out. Bloody maries that leave a lingering rose smell. browse the whole range!
A couple of weeks ago, a friend sent me an audio website, "to curb homesickness" he said.
fuck at 1:01 AM
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at 3:13 AM
said... thks for the annas...
the clip is amazing, lost count of all the chee byes.