The tarot predicted that the world is my oyster. Hmmm…more like my fried chicken. Hit the gym yesterday for about 45 minutes. Post the workout. a colleague and me decided to go to Subway, where I would eat lettuce and he would at anything with bacon in it. But then the taxi took a detour and before I knew it we were parked bang opposite KFC. We placed our order and then argued for a bit about which was the hot ‘n’ spicy variant. For some bizarre, unexplainable reason nothing tasted hot nor spicy to me. Are my taste buds getting warped? By the way did a KANK-inspired story on relationships, wanted it to be a diary peice. But one’s job does not always allow such luxuries. I mean I know that the film is full of flaws but it did drive home some good observations about romantic relationships.
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Friday September 8, 2006
2006
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