Sunday, February 11, 2007
morning after
i woke up feeling that i have aged terribly, certainly not a 22 year-old. muscles aching, neck aching, head spinning - not from a hangover, but i was still drunk with the love, laughter, faces and food (or lack thereof). not only the baby stole the limelight from me, the marinated beef steaks and char-grilled pork ribs were cleanly swept. nice to know trump is a gourmet chef or a kitchen god-in-the-making, so i think.10feb is anything but special, especially when i have to share it with the headline hogging tabloid princess; anna nicole smith as featured in Life!, her larger than life media presence in semi-celebrity status and questionable death. yes, tragic.
10feb, 4 days before valentine's and a week before festive feasting season. this is when diamonds advertorials and spring sales come in full coloured pages. yes, i get gong xi fa cai greetings on my birthday, less than tragic.
10feb aside, last king of scotland is a brilliant film, so get on to the oscar roll now!
fuck at 12:24 AM