I don't know why I like him so much. He's twenty years old and his main language is Cantonese. He'll never jump out of the TV screen while doing his oh-so-hot soccer moves and say, "Kimberly, I love you madly, run away with me."
Which is actually I real quote from a book, except the name was Jess and not Kimberly.
Well.
I bet no one has weird fantasies like that one.

Anyway Shammah and I went out to Plaza Sing. (Dear Joan. All the hot guys go to Plaza Sing. Well. Maybe you already know that.) And she has managed to convince me that:
a) Plaza Sing is seriously boring.
b) Nail-polish-shopping with Shammah is hazardous.
c) The squishy but actually fake bread really looks (and smells) like real bread.
I guess you people already know that.

I have a multi-tone forehead. It's suuper appealing now that it's pealing. Get it? Peeling? Appealing? Pealing?
Forget it, no one appreciates my kind of humour.
Except maybe Ruoning but she laughs at about everything.