What a big difference 7 hours can make.
By the time my final paper ended, I was as pessimistic as someone who's about to jump off a building. Literally.
Plus the lethargy wasn't helping a single bit.
Really, lethargy + emoness = something REALLY scary.
Then, because lady boss had already said to go celebrate in the evening -considering me, her, and JR having examinations on the same day, and also to celebrate the end of her assignment-last-min-rush- We had a superblyexpensive wonderful dinner!
And to think that I was actually so dead pessimistic+emo+lethargic that I actually intended to pass on this offer, thank god for going through the whole ordeal - considering the pain I was going through, both physical and mentally.
So, I woke up at 5 to "break fast". Kidding.
I woke up at 5 to do my continuation of super-crash-MA-session, kicked start with my good-old-examjunk food buddy, Cintan instant noodles.
Then it was super crash session. And then the rest of the day was spent at Uni until the end of the exam, headed back and started staring at the laptop, watching at my husband performing, singing, and dancing; hoping to lighten up my zombie-esque mood.
Then at 8.30pm, the journey to my buka puasa begins....
I'll let the photos do the talking, and mind you, they were all taken with my funky little Nokia Supernova, which is only equipped with a 2MP camera. So please excuse the poor-yet-unique quality you're about to see.
I love camwhoring with street lights. It gives a very unique effect to the photos.
*Mind you, I don't bother editing photos cause I'm just too much a lazy bummer to do so.*
Soho KL, Mon't Kiara.
The menu of the restaurant.
Sexy man spotted!
We ordered...
* meat dishes ahead are pork, no chicken/beef/mutton/fish involved.*
a big fat glass of beer.
Bread with butter, the starters.
Spinach salad.
Cordon Bleu
A pork-filled platter, which idk the name.
Pork knuckle.
Mashed potatoes with (pickled?) cabbage.
Me and my sister. Its only fair that I take photos with both righttt?
And then desert was....
Haagen Daaz.
Couldn't resist the temptation to just click away with all the street lights behind.
I suppose that's pretty much to this post.
It was my first time at Soho KL and gosh, the place looks really pretty, posh.
And might I add while I'm typing this, I sound like a monkey, and yes, I do sound like a monkey from a random,thick jungle.
gosh, I wonder what it'd be like for me to go Pavilion, if I ever would.... I wonder... =/
So exams are now over, nothing left to do but to pray hard everyday. Kidding.
By the time my final paper ended, I was as pessimistic as someone who's about to jump off a building. Literally.
Plus the lethargy wasn't helping a single bit.
Really, lethargy + emoness = something REALLY scary.
Then, because lady boss had already said to go celebrate in the evening -considering me, her, and JR having examinations on the same day, and also to celebrate the end of her assignment-last-min-rush- We had a superbly
And to think that I was actually so dead pessimistic+emo+lethargic that I actually intended to pass on this offer, thank god for going through the whole ordeal - considering the pain I was going through, both physical and mentally.
So, I woke up at 5 to "break fast". Kidding.
I woke up at 5 to do my continuation of super-crash-MA-session, kicked start with my good-old-exam
Then it was super crash session. And then the rest of the day was spent at Uni until the end of the exam, headed back and started staring at the laptop, watching at my husband performing, singing, and dancing; hoping to lighten up my zombie-esque mood.
Then at 8.30pm, the journey to my buka puasa begins....
I'll let the photos do the talking, and mind you, they were all taken with my funky little Nokia Supernova, which is only equipped with a 2MP camera. So please excuse the poor-yet-unique quality you're about to see.
I love camwhoring with street lights. It gives a very unique effect to the photos.
*Mind you, I don't bother editing photos cause I'm just too much a lazy bummer to do so.*
Soho KL, Mon't Kiara.
The menu of the restaurant.
Sexy man spotted!
We ordered...
* meat dishes ahead are pork, no chicken/beef/mutton/fish involved.*
a big fat glass of beer.
Bread with butter, the starters.
Spinach salad.
Cordon Bleu
A pork-filled platter, which idk the name.
Pork knuckle.
Mashed potatoes with (pickled?) cabbage.
Me and my sister. Its only fair that I take photos with both righttt?
And then desert was....
Haagen Daaz.
Couldn't resist the temptation to just click away with all the street lights behind.
I suppose that's pretty much to this post.
It was my first time at Soho KL and gosh, the place looks really pretty, posh.
And might I add while I'm typing this, I sound like a monkey, and yes, I do sound like a monkey from a random,thick jungle.
gosh, I wonder what it'd be like for me to go Pavilion, if I ever would.... I wonder... =/
So exams are now over, nothing left to do but to pray hard everyday. Kidding.
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