Late night munchies

Honestly, I think having home internet is good for me. It keeps me blogging. +DDD

So I decided to stir fry my lunch for tomorrow tonight so that I won’t starve tomorrow afternooon.

Then decided to taste some tonight. After all, the proof is in the tasting, no?

Then I realised that I should take a photo just in case I decided to, you know, see what I had for late night supper on this particular night three years from now.

Just finished watching Transporter 3. And oh dear lord, the fact that he slept with his delivery….so not cool, man. But oh well, I guess they decided to spice up the storyline a with a little nookie.

The room is still a mess. I should seriously make an effort to tidy up. I really should.

But then again, nothing really new with me. The room is ALWAYS a mess.

Work today…so far, okay la. I just despised the fact that I was literally falling asleep while writing notes today. So not my style. And I honestly haven’t done that for ages too!

Tomorrow is Wednesday.

Its slightly bad that I’m taking the week by days. And it doesn’t really work this week because I’m working the weekend so it doesn’t matter if its a Friday because the only thing about a Friday is the weekend and oh, I don’t have one. That’s right.

And just because the title for this blog is late night munchies, there’s going to be a Maccas just down the street soon enough. I honestly can’t wait until they open.

Seriously, the thrill of a Mac Attack at 3a.m. in the morning is always spectacular.

There’s something about doing things at night. And please keep your minds out of the gutter. Or at least I’ll try anyway. +D

There’s something different about going online at night. Something different about chatting to a friend on the phone late at night. Something different about blogging at night. Something different about having that steaming cuppa right next to you and all you hear is the sound of your fingers streaming across the keyboard as you pour out your thoughts onto a blank box. And I’m getting better at that, too, I think.

On another note, its funny how people come up with the idea of morality.

So knowing that something is wrong but yet you still want to do it makes it even wrong-er?

On another separate note from morality, I’ve always been a lame lame person. And I found that my little brother shares my sentiment.

“Kor, why did the skeleton not cross the road?”

Why le?

“Because he had not guts!”

And we rolled around cackling our heads off.

Eh, Niel, niel, what smells and sounds like a bell?

“What?”

DUNG.

And we were off again.

I’m so proud of my little (but not so little) brother. Perhaps, in another life, given another chance, I would have liked to be just like him. All the majorly important things he is, I’m not. He still views the world in a childishly naive yet completely understanding sort of way. He knows about the “taboo”-ish topics like of sex and pornography and swearing and yet it doesn’t define him like it does me. He’s deep, considerate, generous, understanding, funny, and above all, just the best person ever. I profess to know a lot about the world and things and dealing with the “ways of the world” but given our circumstances, he still probably beats me hands down any day. Whichever girl gets him is sure to be a lucky one.

Tomorrow, the highlight of the day is going to be dance. 2 and a half hours of pure dance indulgence and stupid heel-toe, toe-heel, ball ball ball ball heel, rise and fall, contra body movement positions, and dancing to songs that no one in today’s hip hop and rap world will ever listen to.