So my friends bailed out on me today. This means no pasta, also cause i am just lazy to clean up the mess i would most probably make in my tiny-no-space-for-fat-people kitchen. Okay scratch the third last word.
I woke up in the wee hours of the morning to find my mother already out of the house leaving some left-over on my table top. Feeling a little light-headed, i went back to slumber. Woke up reluctantly after what felt like a minute of sleep to answer nature's calling.
I feel the need to have a hot bath and a massage therapy to rejuvenate all my energy loss from the ache in my stomach that is happening consecutively by day. Bummer that is.
Later today, I made an impromptu decision to try out a new cafe called the Vanilla place opposite Toys 'r' us in Empire around noon after memorizing a list of Moral nilais. And i solemnly regret stepping out of the house. Why?
- i had to walk under the scorching sun
- lorry drivers were getting on my nerve as they kept on whistling to attract my attention
- the Vanilla cafe serves real expensive food.

I have humiliating pair of thighs. I wanna do a lipo and suck all the lipids out of my cellulites. The oversize black shirt i got for rm25 is definitely a steal. Accessorized it with a black ribbon and i had my denim cotton on shorts hidden beneath the shirt.

Looks are certainly deceiving. Bottled water for rm3.80? Come on. Their desserts are all above rm6. Meringue for a rate like that? Totally not worth it.
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Their service was so slow and i didn't wanna miss the daily series of Ugly Betty so i had my kiddy pizza packed. I spent a total of rm13 for the unappetizing pizza and bottled water. I vow not to go back there again. Unless i have to go back there to company some bunch of people.

Also, something groundbreaking is heading your way. Art requires a lot of patience. If only i have the will to be patient when it comes to solving mathematic equations.
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