*Burrrppp*
Gassy… that’s what all those Korean Kimchi do to you. They make you gassy. Not to mention how bloody awful lot of garlic they stuff their food with. At one point I was eating a whole chunk of it in a wrap. Kill me now, cos I have no bloody idea what their names are. But the meat was good. Albeit pricey. But good, I like things done properly. =D
Daorae is awesome. And so is the price. (Iz student afterall)
You know… I’ve been wanting to get this set of books –The Gulag Archipelago. But the price is… an obstacle. Three books, costing RM80++ each. And I have to think of an occasion, to give myself such a treat.
If you are wondering why do I do the weirdest things and read the weirdest books or reward myself with the most morbid materials out there?
I have no answer to it.
Maybe it has something to do with me being cynic, sadistic, machiavellic or maybe I’m just a goth/emo wannabe. But the best books I’ve ever read when I was a kid was about war experiences, and I can never put them down. ‘Boy’ and ‘Going Solo’ by Roald Dahl were awesome reads, proven by the fact that I can remember their titles. And then there were others in many other countries including Malaysia(in BM, something about ‘leftenan Adnan’ especially) –these, I have no recollection of their titles and storyline but I remember that I enjoyed every single bit. Or maybe it’s just that the writers who had gone through life the hard way gain insights to life that no one else can ever give.
You know what is boring?
Harry Potter.
Somebody buy me that set already!!!
I’m stuck with Anna Karenina. And a whole truckload of homework… blergh
