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This here is the last of my matcha kitkats. I’ve been saving it for ever and ever, but given that its used by date is in 2 February 2011, I figured (with a deep, heavy sigh) I’d better just go ahead and eat it, lest it should go to waste. I mean, I’m pretty sure the 11th commandment was “thou shalt not waste a matcha kitkat”. Wasn’t it? .
Su-yin lives up the street from me. Like, literally. This fact bodes particularly well for me as each time she bakes something delicious, I inevitably receive a bbm asking if I’d like some. As if she even has to ask. So from time to time, I receive parcels of freshly baked awesomeness delivered right to my door step, and ok ok, I send some sugary goodness back her way too. It’s a good relationship we have, Su-yin and I. .
So we all know that Groupon is taking the world by storm. They came, they grew, they rejected Google’s $6 billion offer and they just keep gaining users. Why? Because don’t deny it, you are just as “kiasu” as me. I mean, it’s life, right? We all want something for nothing and if we can’t get it for nothing, we just want it for less than what everyone else is paying for it. Sounds like a fair deal to me. .
I woke up yesterday giddy with excitement about going to watch the new Cirque du Soleil show, Totem. I’ve had the privilege of having seen three other Cirques before – Varekai (HOT HOT TWINS!), O (for OMG amazeballs!) and Quidam. Alas, after all the anticipation, I thought Totem was a little underwhelming. Slow and intense and far too artsy even for a Cirque. Well. Thank god the evening was saved with a pre-show dinner at Racine Restaurant. .
grilled chermoula marinated tiger prawns with watermelon pickle A couple of months ago, an little restaurant called Kopapa opened in Covent Garden smack bang on the Seven Dials. Since its opening, it’s received some good reviews, but there’s also been some not so enthusiastic feedback, but regardless, it’s hard to classify Kopapa and put it in a box. Not the least because the descriptions of their dishes are a complete mind fuck. .
Every friendship has a story. Where you met, how you met, why you “gel” and why, after all these years, this person is still particularly special in this minuscule fleck of existence that you call your life. I have a few such people in my little life, one of them is Loreen. Hi, this is Loreen (with a big bottle of whiskey): .
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