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After a long Saturday and waking up early in the morning for yet another long Sunday,my deepest wish now is to crawl into bed with airconditioning(I wld very much prefer sleeping in on a rainy day but I think Orchard will be flooded again and the poor shopowners will want to bang their heads on the wall or sth).oh ya with my covers and curtains drawn.that would really be bliss.
But reality is often,more than not,different,and Im here typing this entry in the office with a red swollen eye feeling less than confident because Im wearing my chuei glasses that make me look like I have severe fever and havent slept for days and feeling a bit pukish cause of the amount of oil I just consumed from my ayam penyet lunch( Im not complaining though,It was realllyy nice.)
Anyway yest I was eating chilli crab at Uncle Leong Seafood with my family and I was trying to eat the meat inside the pincers and using the metal clamps to try to clamp down on the bloody thick shell of the crab.(ps im already quite pissed by the gravy spilling onto my denim shirt once before )and something flew out of the clamp and goodness knows where it landed.Me,annoyed big time roooaarred at the crab and lucky my sister intervened and helped me to dissect the crab patiently cause I was extremely tempted to just slam the crab on the floor.She concluded that if I ever find a boyfriend,find one that knows how to dissect crabs.
AGREED.oh and prawns too.and all kinds of seafood with shells.
But reality is often,more than not,different,and Im here typing this entry in the office with a red swollen eye feeling less than confident because Im wearing my chuei glasses that make me look like I have severe fever and havent slept for days and feeling a bit pukish cause of the amount of oil I just consumed from my ayam penyet lunch( Im not complaining though,It was realllyy nice.)
Anyway yest I was eating chilli crab at Uncle Leong Seafood with my family and I was trying to eat the meat inside the pincers and using the metal clamps to try to clamp down on the bloody thick shell of the crab.(ps im already quite pissed by the gravy spilling onto my denim shirt once before )and something flew out of the clamp and goodness knows where it landed.Me,annoyed big time roooaarred at the crab and lucky my sister intervened and helped me to dissect the crab patiently cause I was extremely tempted to just slam the crab on the floor.She concluded that if I ever find a boyfriend,find one that knows how to dissect crabs.
AGREED.oh and prawns too.and all kinds of seafood with shells.