My mother has been nagging at me regarding the late nights and my absence at the dinner table recently. I sort of realised the part about coming home late so often when i realised i had never seen the "par-sa-ma-lam" downstairs, which opened not too long ago, at its busiest. Just when i decided i should take a stroll in there since it's been a long time, i saw workers taking down the tents and lightings. Dang, the next "par-sa-ma-lam" will probably be another 10 years.
So, i came home for dinner today, Mum said it was western (how to not come home right). Come to think of it, coming home for dinner is the best option yet. Namely, no cost, good food and of course, family bonding. This is my place for dinner, Marcus' place. My name should be jack.
Clam chowder, salmon sticks, steak, potatoes and the veggies. MMMMM.
You should see the potato with the salad cream and bacon bits.
And of course, some pictures from yesterday's dinner.
Christmas hints its presence
<3
Niki, the star we all wanna take pictures with.
see what i mean.
wait,
actually, it was the other way round,
she wanted to take with everyone else. haha.
Brudder brother.
You can never destroy all of us A. hahahaha.
off we go.
M.A.D.
Food republic tour tomorrow for projects.
I'm supposed to be exhilarated now, or at least just now. Ben told me swee lee was having a sale this saturday, i budgeted myself out all ready for my double pedal and quite possibly, new cymbal.
2 min ago, he informed me the sale was only for members. Dang. Hate it when it drops from right up there, to right down here.
