And the pimples surfaced like mushrooms after rain.. It's not time for the hormones to wreck havoc, so why the invasion of the painful, ugly pimplys?? Arghh.. Going to splat generous blobs of Oil of Ulan on those molehills now.
Talking about mushrooms, I did a quick stir-fry of instant pasta this evening - mushroom + herb flavored, with fresh, sliced leg ham & diced shitake mushrooms thrown in. Didn't turn out too bad at all. But the accompanying Murphy's Irish Stout (bought from duty free 4mths ago) was flat and disappointing. Like drinking black, foamy, bitter, chilled water. =P
2 days since return to institution. It's been 7.30am to 6pm. Longer days, but somehow didn't managed to accomplish as much, in terms of actual quantity (and quality??) of work done. I wonder if it's due to all those distractions from the current divergence between different camps. The cracks are really beginning to show...
3 comments:
what camps? so cryptic your post... haha... eh woman, i notice you seem to drink a lot (of alcohol) for someone who doesn't have the time/discipline to exercise leh... hahaha... i know i very lor sor, but take care ah.
just did 21-km on the bike with my "gf" this afternoon (public hol today). haven't biked for quite a while. so much sweat...
Aiyah, cannot be too explicit in the posts, sca-ly my blog's being surveillenced by the wrong grp of ppl.. then die.. =P
Eh, no lah, I don't drink a lot leh. I shared the small can of irish brew with my dad leh.. each of us only a few gulps, that's all. Really! =) And I do swim, still, whenever I have the time. =)
Wah... 21km. Solid. If you do that twice, you'd have cycled from the west to east of Singapura.. Bless those leg muscles.
issit? i don't think 21-k is much leh... still hanging on to my fading hope of cycling across the border to Colmar... next summer bah. but i think *fat hope*. some dreams are meant for *dreaming on*.
it's fall! welcoming the leaves falling into my white wine at the soon to be closed (due to the cold) beer gardens.
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