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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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pastapastapastapasta
Hello Panda biscuits make a poor substitute for Italiannies' Classic Carbonara. My stomach is not easily fooled, and my tastebuds are crying in rage. I feel like crying together with my tastebuds and have a cuddle together in a little corner.Awh damn. It sucks when there aren't anybody around you who share your tastes in good food. It's dinner time and I absolutely refuse to budge from my room (hey folks! I'm actually staying in UM over the weekend! feh) unless it's for pasta, or the toilet. If Aliaa hadn't barged into my room during lunch hour and dragged me away from the notebook, I would probably just starve for the day. It's either pasta, or nothing. And I don't want to be reduced to having to call up people I do not enjoy just because I know they will be available. Good food is to be had with good people. If I had called you out for dinner, know that I had to dig through piles of junk just to reach my reclusive handphone and punch at the round buttons to personally type out each letter (because the dictionary always give me weird words) and I had to search for your name in my address book and click send. All because you are one of the good people. And good people always wants to eat pasta with me. Labels: food |