i've done close to nothing since the terrible brunch i had at dragon gate restaurant at harbourfront centre. please do not eat there because i've never come out from a restaurant feeling this disgruntled.
the cheong fun! the skin was thicker and rougher than the table cloth, and it was shiny with blobs of oil. the ee fu noodles tasted like lightly flavoured shreds of cardboard, and plain water boiled in my grandmother's claypot has more flavour than the soup in their guan tang jiao. don't even get me started on the char siew baos and the xiaolongbaos. my sister was at her acerbic best from all the crap we were subjected to, most of her comments are too rude to put on my blog because i am still trying to stick to my resolution.
i need more discipline so i must start with the man girl in the mirror. nostalgic sunday presents michael jackson. let's go the whole hog for earth day, i'll turn off lights and fan AND laptop.
p.s.: i would like to watch a michael jackson concert, i never fail to be amazed at how uncontrollable the audience gets at his concert.
our day will come.
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