everything in
it's right place

today wasn't really eventful... until i FORGOT about dinner. that's how stupid, right? surfing the net, monday morning book in, there's always the maid to cook dinner... maybe not. so after some digging in the back fridge (i have two refrigerators; one in the main kitchen and one in a so called 'open air' kitchen) and coming up with nothing but minced pork/chicken, i sort of decided that i needed something nicer to eat. minced crap reminds me of army cookhouse crap, which is incidentally, really crappy.

skate scootered (ridiculous) to coronation ntuc, but they didn't have the right stuff. so i took a bus (!!!) down to sixth ave's cold storage gourmet and bought a whole lot of stuff. kinda busted the $10 budget - ended up paying $21 not including the $3 cab home. hey, skatescooting 3km is kinda tiring ok...


buttered mushrooms with danish blue cheese on asparagus (looks quite gross in the picture but surprisingly was super nice), mussels in wine and bruschetta in which i became kinda lazy and didnt bother much about the bread. lack of any academia of late has decreased my intellectual capacity considerably. while checking the net for recipes, i typed mussels as 'muscles' and wondered high low why all i got were bioscience and nutrition websites. that's just retarded.

topped it off with a beer (but preceded with a coke). usually a fag would fit in here nicely but i've supposed to have quit a long time ago (and i did) so nah.

ladies and gentlemen, essentially this is called - food therapy.