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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Sunday, July 2
It's 3.26am and I'm hungry. I'm always hungry lately. It makes me want to be pregnant so someone will be forced to cater to my hunger needs at 3am in the morning. Hokkien mee / pepper crabs / tortellini / tomato cheese prata / baked crayfish. Okay, anything. Fry me a mushroom cheese omelette and I will like you.

I think I should make it a requirement for my husband-to-be. You must be able to cook. Anything. Anything that will satisfy my tastebuds. At least a decent mushroom cheese omelette. Dippy you reading this?

I remember holidaying in HongKong where the hotel's breakfast buffet had a chef cooking made-to-order omelettes at the stove. I stood in queue a million times. Mushroom cheese omelette. Pity his looks didn't match his food.


3:24:00 am


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