I feel like an

idiot for even attempting to have lunch. I had an egg tart, which tasted great exept for the warmth which was pretty much non existent. And then somehow something (Jeannette and her food) caused me to want to buy a whole tub (yes, tub) of rice pastry roll. Which I convinced myself I could finish but obviously ended up ended up on somebody else’s desk.

 Food really isn’t much of my thing.

Cookery, however.

What the bloody

heck is this?

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This is what appeared right of my gmail type box. Obviously I didn’t click on it, it’s probably some porn site in disguise. I can’t believe google search thought this “sponsored ad” can aid me in, I don’t know, whatever they thought I needed help with.

Or maybe it was to aid my correspondent. Which says a lot about the contents of the emails I’m receiving.

Google search is ingenious.

In 2 hours,

I intook:

1 small plate of beef jerky
2 creamy nougats (pistachio!)
2 dozens 1 inch x 1 inch Japanese veggie biscuits
1 carton of fresh milk
3 glasses of water
1 strawberry flavoured gum

while doing Economics past questions.

I’m either very hungry, or very insane. But since I’m slightly anorexic, I’ll go for the latter.
Yes, I’m going to insist I’m slightly anorexic.

I can’t believe

I have been tricked into listening to music that intoxicate me into thinking that I’m very contended with my life.

Men are horrible creations.