Pasta treat feels nice, especially when its cold.

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.