I have never eaten at Marche before (ouuhh). In fact, it didn’t came across my mind that Marche no longer existed in Singapore till I was told by Wantong, Shiqi and Yijin. (double ouuhh). But I’ve stepped into Vila’ge, which according to Wantong, is just a renovated-Marche-but-headed-by-a-different-person (aahhh).
Not everyone gets to taste the finer side of life. I’m pretty content with my kampung way of life anyway. But but but! I have to say that the food at Vila’ge is top notch! Their rosti is a must-try especially with the huge German sausage that’s somehow like a… banana? Gosh. That’s like an innuendo after an innuendo. But I do mean no harm there.
Student’s get 15% off every ticket so I think it’s quite worth your bucks there. Luckily Elf wasn’t there or else he’ll be sooooo particular about the oil, the amount of fats and how unhealthy the food is. But you miss the good food lah dude!
I love the deco in there. It’s like dining in the streets when in fact you’re in a restaurant. If not for the prices, I’d have gone for the fondue and another plate of rosti. But I guess when your wallets says stop, your stomach will follow suit too.
School’s reopening soon… I mean reeeaaally soon and we all bet the first week’s gonna be quite a turbulent one. Freshies will be bumping into friends they made in their orientation camps; people commenting that you grew tall or rounder over the holidays but rarely slimmer.
I just hope there will be no repeat of this small phenomenon, pardon the contradiction, of wearing jerseys as class tee shirts. That is damn secondary school and please, memories will remain as memories. No point raking the past up. It may seem like class bonding or whatever shit but it looks so kental (immature).
[Random]
I desperately want a cat after seeing this cute little one over at one of my aunt’s place but my Mum rebutted me with a firm ‘NO’. At first I thought it was due to my asthmatic conditions - but I never got an attack till the blue moon arises - but when my Mum started to twitch her nose and sneeze, I guess I know why. Haha!
She still had the cheek to tell me that the house will be messy due to all the furs dropping off and whatnots. Aiyah, bullshit only lah you! Cannot tahan say cannot tahan lah. Why beat around the bush?
[End of random]
I went to have a haircut yesterday after having the heart to be BOTAK. I guess the NS wind came a bit too early for me but maybe ’cause Chad Michael Murray or Wentworth Miller has been calling out for me to follow them. Now let me recall those days where I had hair as thick as a forest atop my head…
*Ahem ahem… may I grab your attention for a second. Now is your time to vote, ladies and gentleman, for the ‘Most Handsome Man’ award. Please choose wisely.*
Oh my god, I can’t believe I just did that.
Speaking of which… The Miss Singapore Universe still exists? Every year the same flak goes to the contestants - not pretty, not sexy, legs too short, boobs too big, smile too fake, walk too crooked. I think I’ll reserve my comments for now but I’ll be gunning for Ms Joey Feng! Let’s just say she caught my eye. I think she’s pretty…. superficial it may sound but it IS a beauty contest after all right?
And to all Man U fans out there, let’s celebrate our beloved team’s (huge) victory over AS Roma tonight!!! 7-1 is rarely heard of especially in European soil, especially against a team full of superstars and rich in tradition, especially in the semi-finals of the Champions League.
To hell with Chelsea! They won the game with a stroke of luck, scoring the winning goal at the brink of the final whistle. A mark of a champion? Hah! Look how lucky Chelsea were at their previous games! And Mourinho still has the cock to boast about his players. Get your feet back down to Earth, Jose.
I want the EPL title to go to Man U but if it suey suey does go to Chelsea, Man U have nothing to be ashamed of. After all, Chelsea’s been lucky all season. The results, the injuries, the refereeing… and most importantly the money. You may have the title but you ain’t go have the respect of a champion, Chelsea.
To hell with Chelsea!
To hell with Chelsea!
To hell with Chelsea!
