It's that time of the day where I get all reflective and what not, coupled with reading a blog about nasi lemak... Thank heavens I'm not born into some high-class family. Damn, they gotta be poisoning themselves 1/2 the time with the crap they eat. Eating slugs is a delicacy? Getting the best (ie most expensive) tutors? Going for shopping sprees is fun? Not being able to walk down the street without fearing theft is relaxing? Not in my dictionary... 

Ample sleep, good food, a bike and a couple of dogs. I'm cool with that anytime. Screw 'living life to the fullest'. What the hell does that mean anyway? RAWR