dang ! it's the second time i'm eating mcdonalds after, let's see, 2 MONTHS !? it's completely ridiculous and outrageous. the weekly pocket money just decreased by half in just an hr. the best part of this was that the full-of-fats chicken that was dangling in the air laid in the place it once came from; death bed. oil was leaking out like nobody's business and OMG, i swear i can never stomach it again.
SPA went extremely well, 'aleluia', praise the lord. how i wish i can be that lucky twice in a row. oh, i surely need a miracle tomorrow. should i borrow fairy magic, a wizard's wand or perhaps start kneeling down with two perfectly poised hands placed together ?
if i'd actually opened my mouth in my earlier part of youth and start blabbering english-chinese words, this episode wouldn't have been this scary. i'm screwed, so so screwed.
clifton: how's life, register no. 9 ?
clarice: well, excluding the fact that i'm screwed for chinese, all's well, register no. 10.