First and foremost Redbull is a hoax. I downed 2 cans, prepared to sprint my last lap towards preparing for my stats through the night, but fell sound asleep immediately right after. Arghhhh
Then there was an unforeseen 3 hour weekday lunch at Funtastico, where the spatchcock was excellent and after which where I walked out to a 60dollar parking fine on my window shield. So our "chop chop quick lunch just down the road at Subi" turned out to be a 3-hours-onehundredandtendollar-lunch. Arghhhh
Ohhh and what would we all do without take-outs :) Fast Eddy's sucks, Terraza is okkkkay but I won't say it's my favourite. The one we love is Tony Roma's! Take-out standard comparable to dine-in, plus they come in sturdy pretty boxes too, not some plastic containers :)
Hmm we also did a Nahm Thai (#6 on the top 10 list) for Tim's birthday, a not-so-quick lunch again down at Hampden's Lambretta, oh and Yeori's birthday when Hendric came over to cook up a storm which included a baked birthday cake complete with icing and everything. So sweeeeet :)
I'm so embarrassed to fetch people these days. There are notes and books on the passenger seat, back seats, boot, disposable cups/disposable cutlery/real cups/real bowls/real cutlery/instant soup/coffee powder/chai powder/bottled water/instant this/instant that rolling all over the floor of my car with every turn I make. It's chaos everywhere, my room looks like a hurricane swept through it literally and my car looks like a makeshift study room complete with a fully stocked pantry. Ohhh the messsss is unsightly to the max!
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