Wang's Kitchen

back from Paulaner Brauhaus. Stupid gay (i meant effeminate. not homosexual.) band singing gay songs. and i suspect the brewery dilutes the beer to suit local tastes. no salvator. no maibock.

damn i miss my Spaten

words cannot describe how i am feeling now watching my first rugby broadcast in 3 years.

ITS NOT GAY AMERICAN FOOTBALL! ITS GAY YES ITS GAY! court jesters dressed up like clowns kicking the ball about and passing the ball forward . WTF? and they think they are the shit because they're big, fat and act like animals. Those gay shits need the British Lions to rearrange their faces. Without their freakin body pads and armor. Let them smell the pungent scrum. Let them feel steel studs raking their faces. And lets see how they prim and pose like big boys after the Lions are done with them. That'll show them mofos.
nao hia.
HURHURHUR

the only thing that i was looking forward to: chix in Biopolis. er. don't have ley. i work in an all girl group, but er, .... nvm.
the food's fine. but i'm too tired to go out hunting. i guess the hawker centers should be thankful that Le Tornado isn't here for the seasonal clean up of their stalls.
however, i'm already sick of the weather already.

oh. who wants cheese?

The room's been cleaned, the beer's been drunk, the donuts has been eaten, the cells has been passed over to the care of my supervisor; no more gel shifts left to run.

now all that is left is that nao hia 23 hour plane ride. my poor ass. this is the part i hate about going home.

see you in 2 day's time if i actually survive.