Bowling again today, it was fun. Ate at Astons before that. The waiter dropped the lamb onto my sister's lap and all he managed was a "sorry sorry". I politely asked for a new one. Yes I'm becoming increasingly picky, I don't know why. My mum forced me to order vegetables for one of my side dishes. It was a tough choice cause all they had were mushrooms, broccoli, carrots and corn. I don't eat the first three. Sigh I'm already so old, can't I choose what I want to eat? I just want their onion rings cause they're soooo good. After, came home to try making scalloped potato, my favourite food in the world. It looked nicer than it tasted. Going to try again tomorrow. Randomly mixing the herbs/ spices my mum has at home cause the recipe I found only used pepper and salt for seasoning. So strange.





Highest ever


Don't have an oven, and mummy was too lazy to take out the turbo roaster thing, so had to bake it in the toaster -_-


I need to go out and take photos again cause my iTouch resolution is just so horrible compared to my camera.

We fear, because something means a lot to us. Why do we fear death? Because our life is important to us. Why do we fear losing someone? Because we love that person.