Sunday, April 23, 2006

sam and chai's

asians are very hardworking people. the only place to replenish groceries or do a last minute shopping for a missing ingredient on a late sunday evening, is chai's on sir fred schonell.

suburbs asian grocer- an affiliation of 311 minimart in our neighbourhood. sam loves the beef brisket from the take-away menu, so much that the cashier auntie remembers and calls him by his name.

(affectionately): " eh sam, thanks for coming."

trump jokes about how sam is habitually frequenting chai's because they have a pretty daughter. but i think sam is serious.

this is sam, in pre-winter fashion. i say tibetian monk in disguise.

botak sam in his favourite tee, in attempt to look pensive.

regular soft fresh tofu and mobile phones?!

spotted one very environmentally unfriendly public phone

(read: please be quiet at night. people are sleeping.)

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fuck at 7:16 PM

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chez moi, pas chez toi.

this is the best thing i like about my new pad. the city sunrise- taken at some bastardly hours.

my apartment, far from the previous city highrise white washed walls parquet flooring bachelorette's pad; has yellowed toilet bowl seats, rust stained carpet, tiled kitchen and appliances with weird names.

those aren't my shoes.

cozy corner: occasionally featuring kfc's mega family feast. and that two-seater, is my throne.

lan shop and two resident gamers.

what i love most about the kitchen lies behind the middle cupboard door.

ahhh.. food. and more food.

the larder in its dwindling phase.

bah! electric stove.

i hate the stool.

erm the worn out bolster? not mine. the pillows?

hahaha. okay yes i know.

countless sex scenes on foreign films, courtesy of sbs.

p/s: i left out the laundry room, the ensuite and marcus's privacies.
-no time to pack
-pointless
-ugly (except for the dryer)

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pp/s: what ever happened to our celeb friend?

fuck at 4:09 PM

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