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life's about FOOD
Tuesday, January 27, 2009 at 6:49 PM
... really it is.
It's about gourmet sandwiches for last night's dinner and today's lunch. About an ice cream indulgence for afternoon dessert, and sudden urges to throw out any thought of eating dinner. About the extremely rare encounters of STARBUCKS cafes and their new delicious Caramel Frappuccino. It's about renowned porridge restaurants hidden amidst the bustles of 2601 celebrations in China Town.

On a lighter, non-philosophical note I've been a great role model to all older sisters for the past few days. Yesterday I took my brother to Macquarie to find a school bag. Today I took him to Baulko as it was his first day in high school. I put on a smile just for my mum, but deep down I'M SCREAMING 'Why??! Why is this all thrust upon me, late notice (when I have plans to just relax and sleep in the day before yr 10 life begins), against my perfectly youthful will?' I'm lying though, I never fake smile for my mum, I just told her the truth. Guess I'm the perfect role model for a daughter too.

signing off
my3WD