Monday, September 17, 2007

Why Money is Fucked Up Important

If my situation is called broke, J might as well be a beggar.
We went to Swensen for breakfast.
And then took a cab up Mount Faber for a couple of drinks.
I can't walk exactly straight after a cosmopolitan.
What the... F.
That's gotta be the altitude.
And then cabbing down the Mount to have some chinese food.
Roasted peking duck.

We went to Thai Express just because I suddenly craved for green curry.
And then to Cafe Cartel again just because greedy J wanted some ribs.

And I'm itchy to get a couple of Armani shirts.

Ugh. The life of the poor is hard to live.

Money is of fucked up high importance.


Ugh.




4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hmm looked like big spending there. I had refrained from taking these lately. Back to Food Republic era. :)

10:33 AM  
Blogger sarah y said...

Your gym itself is already a hole in the pocket.
Phew.

4:33 PM  
Blogger Mossie`Ol Chin said...

i am still not spending i think

9:39 PM  
Blogger sarah y said...

Yea. I'm vain.
Need to buy nice shirts.
Phew.

10:30 PM  

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