supper woes

late-night supper with Ju at maxwell food centre after a nice nap – only hoe kee’s century egg porridge was nice (but eat at your own risk cos’ i spotted 2 little cockroaches scrambling around their stall), everything else that Ju ordered didn’t turn out so good…lol…

a nerd’s survival kit

breakfast in school while cramming in my torts cases at the same 4th floor benches that i always study at – tonnes to catch up during this 1 week break. warm, home-made garlic bread courtesy of Ju’s gramma…shiok.

when all these years don’t matter…

last night, i realised that despite everything you have gone through, it may take more than a lifetime to be sure about some things, some people and some things that some people say…

i don’t feel alright…and i’m not sure if i’ll ever feel alright again…

in times like these, i wish i can retract my head and hide in my shell like a turtle. i’ll just peep at this cruel world from my refuge and not come out til’ i’m ready to be a harder and firmer person…

cheers to another difficult fall, which i will eventually get up whether i like it or not, walk on, and grow stronger from it all.

if only brain food looked this good…

ogling at my club sandwich dinner with the family, Ju, aunty mary & cousins at SRC last saturday…yum…

goddamn referee – mike riley

yes, i’m referring to the main referee at tonight’s match between manchester united and chelsea at stamford bridge.

someone should just stone this dirtiest referee ever:

shithead-lookalikes

a record of 7 yellow cards distributed to man u players, and most of it for unjustifiable reasons! why don’t he just make his job so much easier and just slap the entire man u team with yellow cards all at once. at this rate he is going, wouldn’t it end up that way?

bloody rigged match! so unfair…