Fuck you Yunqian.



Yunqian made cookies for our Christmas present! Om nom nom nom nom.
And I made little cards for them all in the name of my primary 5 ID photo.

Viv and I decided to order KFC's black pepper chicken for dinner that was acclaimed to be "deeply seasoned in black pepper marinade for a full-powered blast of flavour" (Derived from a newspaper advertorial) while Yunqian ordered the low graded, fat, crispy, lao pok one.

While Yunqian was happily pigging out on her meal, Viv and I were struggling to pluck the bits of the chicken because it came right off the deep fryer. And eating it? Wah. We were condemned into so much torture just to enjoy such a harmless but legendary chicken. It was so spicy!!! While some faggot who finished eating the lao pok chicken abandoned us for home halfway through.

Anyway. Look what came today at Yunqian's doorstep!



This is not an obituary. We look like we are eligible enough to be in the obituary column of the newspapers because someone messed with my camera settings a couple of days ago.

But look! Paramore's standing pen fucking tickets!
Fuck yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!