gross.

i woke up after hearing the irritating alarm..beeped for thirty four minutes. im that bad leh. =\.

random, but nothing beats home-made french toast and milk tea for breakfast. yum. n thousand island sauce is orgasmic. =) just. i dont like to toss salad la. i threw the cheese that i sliced, the tomatoes that i diced, the cold roast chicken shreds, lettuce, those huge hotdogs sliced..n i cant remb wad. you will toss my salad for me -- i will find you.

ive always felt that my perfect match should be someone who enjoys certain similar stuff as me, those major stuff, but complements me in aspects i dislike. like i'll hang the clothes up to dry, my match would do the laundry (i even hate dumping stuff in the machine), i'll um. sit n watch tv while my match does all the housework. OH. i'll do the dishes. i dont mind that.

anyway. i had this very thing i wanted to blog about. which i forgot yesterday, and recalled last night before i slept. n trusted myself to remb. which of cos i didnt. damn.

|-) yawn.