Wednesday, June 30
Ghetto Weekend #24
Odd furballs aside, I can haz a cheeseburger on Sunday from McDonalds. It was such a random buy as I wanted to get a vanilla cone initially. Not the handsomest of burgers, the cheeseburger sure tasted like the cheeseburger from my days at Lorna Winston at United Square. I don’t quite remember what I learnt from Lorna Winston (the children picture books were always more interesting) but I do, however, remember what the cheeseburger tasted. Ghetto, ketchupy with a mouthful of raw onions.
A Madame Figaro magazine and embroidered fish purse from Kyoto sure adds to the perennial lovefest I have for Japan. When my sister told me about her Nippon plans, my skin cringed with envy but I thought, even if I weren’t living the dream, at least someone I care for is. Hopefully she needs company =)