weird food n pick ups

This is really a weekend of weird food. It's like going across e causeway n having some ultra tender chicken served to u that turns out to be some stewed rabbit. I tasted e weirdest purple coloured potato courtesy of susu but it turned out to be e sweetest ever sweet potatoe. but purple as in like marker pen dark purple...

then came this XXL chicken which tasted like a nicer version of kfc but i stil have no idea it's called XXL considering it's fillet sized. very scary, e food nowadays...

Anyway, from e statistical point of view if i cross e variance of age n e no. of pick ups later; i should be able to meet someone of a decent n suitable age after like pickup no 8. which should be about 32 yrs. Men below 30 shock me... with e things they say, do n think. i'm quite sure i can't handle e mid to late 20s crisis(es). OR i have a serious language handicap because half e time i go "where it tt come from?!?!?!' at least i can skip e pool tom n hopefully not meet some1 again. mayb i should change e colour of my swimwear to red as some1 suggested.

My violin has seriously gone mad.... it's got an untunable e string n i had to hammer in e peg... mt has so kindly offered to teach me so i'm quite saved which leaves me a day or so to prac my ass off before rehersal... to top it off, we've got to buy tis silly mute to play an absolutely redundant part so i'm not excatly pleased.

Ain't it wonderful? oh i forgot to buffer in bad samples. so make it 9 or 10. i think aina wil be very proud.