It's late,

but i can't sleep because i have got a 101 cravings.

the things i actually feel like having now are:
1) yogurt with fruits and granola
2) durians
3) barbecued portobello mushrooms
4) my home-cooked spaghetti with broccoli, baby corn and peas
5) potato curry
6) steak from outback steakhouse
7) mashed potato
8) mom's chicken soup
9) toast & milk
10) smoked salmon
11) poached eggs with bacon and sausages

okay, not 101 but just 11. the closest i can probably get to have is #9 but i'm too lazy to get my ass downstairs into the kitchen to make myself any. besides, there's no milk in the fridge and i don't really fancy milk bread from bonjour. i think it tastes weird. i really have to stop sleeping late so i won't have peculiar cravings at such unearthly hours.

bless my future husband. you better have enough money for petrol and late night suppers. i'll also need a pregnant fridge, thank you very much. i hate the way my kitchen looks when the cupboards and fridges are all empty. i have 2 refridgerators but i don't see the point, really. there ain't food enough to fill them up! grr.

i can't really blame my parents for not stocking up on rations though, because every time they come back from their weekend grocery trips, the boot and backseats are filled with bags and bags of rations like WWIII's happening the very next day. i have to remember that i have a brother who's ballooning at an alarming rate, and cannot keep his pudgy fingers off our entire year's worth of supplies.

i really do not know what will happen if a war starts. i might have to pluck grass off under my block or grow vegetables for real in my corridor. thanks to my fat brother, the elephant.