Smoke Gets In Your Eyes...

Went for a bbq with JW on Sunday night... And since I don't really like eating bbq food at bbq parties, I had the pasta dish and some of the barbequed ribs. I'm always so paranoid that the person barbequeing adds like too much salt, or butter, or under-cooks it. I mean I don't barbeque coz the smoke gets in my hair and stuff, don't like smelling like fried fish... So the boys barbequed, I skwered the cherry tomatoes. JW thinks I complain too much, but who in the right mind likes to smell like char-ed chicken?!

The irony of everything - I bought durian for them, though I hate it. Hate the sight, and smell of it...

Met Maureen this morning for coffee at Starbucks, haven't seen her since like... CNY 2005! So glad to have finally met up with her again. Catch up on what's been going on in her life... Uni, boyfriends, and the general toil of being the elderest kid.

Gonna catch Jack and the Beansprout tonight... Hope it's worth 40 buckaroos...