You would think that sitting around on your ass all day doing nothing but typing out a string of words would be the easiest job on the planet (by using the word job, I am wrongly implying that doing this actually PAYS me. It doesn't.) Contrary to popular belief however, writing about one's daily occurrences isn't easy when nothing actually OCCURS.
There you go, your 6000-word essay!
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| The night I finished an entire pot of beehoon. In my defense, my mother has kept it in the fridge for a really long time and threatened to throw any remainder away. Let it not be said that Charmant wastes food. |
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| The day I made rosti and sausages for G-man. It may look a lot greasier than Marche's, but that doesn't mean it tastes any less delicious. |
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| What I opened with, which is an incredibly beautiful hand for someone with as little gambling luck as I do. I did not win this hand. What I did win though.. |
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| Mahjong pays better than blogs do. |
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| The day that G-man decided to become my personal delivery service boy. Calamari from Fish&Co.! |
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| Fried buttered calamari from Ah Loy Thai! |
1 comment:
u r not inferring that ur badly composed, shapeless and terribly lighted pics each speaks a thousand words, r u? :S
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