Thank you for the birthday wishes.
Hello, 22.
I haven't been updating much lately, being so busy with food reviews and all. I get on an average of 3 reviews weekly (but this week is crazy with 4) so I probably spend my time writing food rather than writing feelings, emotions and life.
Funny how the day seems short and the nights so long. I get up in time for lessons and run till the sun sets. The night consists of writing, school work, reading, supper and finally, Prison Break. Yes, that bloody drama serial is so addictive that I'm turning nocturnal thanks to Michael Scofield. (and the storyline, of course)
Chinese New Year shopping is quick and hassle free this year. Topshop, Dorothy Perkins, Mango and Forever 21. Nothing appeals except for one deep red dress which I happened to chance upon, try it in the dressing room and purchase it on the spot. $48 only. How cheap can a dress get?
Of course, the shopping list consists of more essential stuff like a brand new bikini (everybody is sick and tired of the brown Roxy bikini I wear out to wakeboard every single time), new speakers (I destroyed my $35 cheapo ones at the rate I'm blastin' house and trance music) and a new phone. (The Pink Razr's dying.) I don't know whether I ought to laugh, or cry when I notice my wish-list/shopping list going through a significant reduction in the amount of items I wish to get, but each item with at least a 3-figure price-tag to it. Talk about expensive tastes. Die lah.
Punggol beckons. I can't wait.
Hello, 22.
I haven't been updating much lately, being so busy with food reviews and all. I get on an average of 3 reviews weekly (but this week is crazy with 4) so I probably spend my time writing food rather than writing feelings, emotions and life.
Funny how the day seems short and the nights so long. I get up in time for lessons and run till the sun sets. The night consists of writing, school work, reading, supper and finally, Prison Break. Yes, that bloody drama serial is so addictive that I'm turning nocturnal thanks to Michael Scofield. (and the storyline, of course)
Chinese New Year shopping is quick and hassle free this year. Topshop, Dorothy Perkins, Mango and Forever 21. Nothing appeals except for one deep red dress which I happened to chance upon, try it in the dressing room and purchase it on the spot. $48 only. How cheap can a dress get?
Of course, the shopping list consists of more essential stuff like a brand new bikini (everybody is sick and tired of the brown Roxy bikini I wear out to wakeboard every single time), new speakers (I destroyed my $35 cheapo ones at the rate I'm blastin' house and trance music) and a new phone. (The Pink Razr's dying.) I don't know whether I ought to laugh, or cry when I notice my wish-list/shopping list going through a significant reduction in the amount of items I wish to get, but each item with at least a 3-figure price-tag to it. Talk about expensive tastes. Die lah.
Punggol beckons. I can't wait.