Sometimes I just want to stay up late at night to get a kick out of it. Always reminds me of how old I am now, compared to my midnight oil-burning marathons back in the university days. Have just finished editing pictures from Michelle's birthday dinner earlier. We had Korean BBQ and stayed on around Kuchai Lama for drinks at this cafe with an impossible name. Good thing about it is the decor's pretty well-done. Oh, and the waiter couldn't stop saying "thank you" to every order made. Before I left home for dinner, I had planned on not wanting to have bimbimbap and kimchi soup. I wanted to stop myself from ordering the same old thing. But it's as if fate had thought of a better plan. The telly was showing something about Korean food. Images of colourful bimbimbap and fiery red kimchi soup started to take over my mind. We ended up sharing one kimchi soup and I managed to refrain from overstuffing myself - by not ordering bimbimbap. I'm so proud of myself!
I think I'm gonna go blowdry my hair now and then crawl into bed. Pictures are uploaded onto Facebook and my job is done. While we're speaking about Facebook, I just found out there's a married couple on my list who are currently dealing with infidelity issues and possibly going through divorce. How did I find out? The husband has been calling out his wife on his status updates and in one of his comments, he was trying to be discreet by using French. Alas, Google Translate seem to have bestowed me the power of snooping around. I can't believe how bitchy a man can get. There is no indication of any sort on the wife's page. For me, it's irregardless who is wrong. What's important is your privacy. I don't get why people have this need to go tmi on Facebook. You're going through a really rough patch, we get it. Now stop plastering your personal issues all over the www. Think about your young daughters. They might find your page one day as reference material for their Psychology course project. On this note, I'd like to congratulate Mark Zuckerberg for a good job in creating a creature that satisfies the desires of severely ADD patients. Just so you know, this couple aren't the only ADD patients on my list. I must remember to not let myself turn into an ADD whore. My female ancestors and I already been called a whore earlier this week. I can't take it anymore!
I think I'm gonna go blowdry my hair now and then crawl into bed. Pictures are uploaded onto Facebook and my job is done. While we're speaking about Facebook, I just found out there's a married couple on my list who are currently dealing with infidelity issues and possibly going through divorce. How did I find out? The husband has been calling out his wife on his status updates and in one of his comments, he was trying to be discreet by using French. Alas, Google Translate seem to have bestowed me the power of snooping around. I can't believe how bitchy a man can get. There is no indication of any sort on the wife's page. For me, it's irregardless who is wrong. What's important is your privacy. I don't get why people have this need to go tmi on Facebook. You're going through a really rough patch, we get it. Now stop plastering your personal issues all over the www. Think about your young daughters. They might find your page one day as reference material for their Psychology course project. On this note, I'd like to congratulate Mark Zuckerberg for a good job in creating a creature that satisfies the desires of severely ADD patients. Just so you know, this couple aren't the only ADD patients on my list. I must remember to not let myself turn into an ADD whore. My female ancestors and I already been called a whore earlier this week. I can't take it anymore!
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