And that above title leads me to the concept of relativity. No, nothing as daringly complicated as something that Einstein would come up with, just that I would hate eating pasta treat during a hot summer day. Even the thought of it makes me want to puke. Mind you, I love pasta treat, but something hot and fuzzy going down my guts when the temperature's horribly high could just take my huuuge, always-existent appetite away. So why would I write a blog on this? For the same reason that society has norms, that is, no reason whatsoever.
I just finished the entire bowl of my yummy, ultra fattening treat and I love it even more today cuz it's the only thing that I can pass through my mouth that won't make my teeth feel like they're being pulled apart by the force of a thousand mountains. Ow. That confession just made them hurt a tad bit more. To think it could get worse. Bummer.
So, that's all folks.
Oh wait. Did I mention that people look horrible with oily hair? Especially on a lazy sunday when they get up from a long sleep to find that the oil has permanently fixated their hair into the funniest version of a mohawk ever known to man.
Hmm so yeah, I'll share with you my lesson learnt for today - don't ever go to sleep with your hair oiled, or even better, don't use oil despite what your hair specialist, or mum, says.
This rant is now over.