Bah it's another day of unnecessary spendings on cab fares. Tiger airways said, "You snooze, you loose", albeit, it doesn't make any perfect sense on the ad.
The day before me and the colleagues headed down Macpherson for an authentic Nepalese Lunch. Everest Kitchen. Ambience is ain't all that worthy of a "hoo-haa", but the presentation of the food is. Who serves on copper plates anymore? Spend a mere $8 on my Masala and Garlic Naan, and Butter Chicken. Best I've had ever since Daddee's, they just had to move away from Fong Seng. =(
Deepak, one of the coolest supervisor took me to Golden Mile yesterday for Deen's apparently freaking awesome Tulang and Mee Goreng. It's Ramadhan, wrong timing. So we settled dinner with another stall instead. This mutton "bone" thingy is actually my first, not a fan of such things in the first place. Sucking the bone marrow out from the bone reminds me of eating those "balitungs". Only difference is, the jelly-like substance inside is voluminous. Gets a lil icky after 2 or 3 of em' sticks though, I'd admit.
Letting him cover up the bill, makes me feel like an exploiter haha.
Met the MIT prof yesterday for the third time. No more 'tsk tsk tsk' from him for now. Lols.
This MATLAB crap is seriously giving me a hard time. Even the PhD holder couldn't fathom the logic of the program. Thus, I'm safe for now. One week extension yayness.
Finished 6x8s of choreography for RH's first Dance Production. Sometimes its always a plus plus to solo an item, refraining myself from those countless of hours drilling the dancers and screaming "tap tap bish bash poom chak hip hop!". I'm all too old for this. *Coughs*
6 more 8s to go.
I wanna dance, like effin' badly.
Is there a cure for such addiction?