I giggled in my head when I saw one of the drink on offer. It was actually a mix of mango, watermelon, lemon, and a few more fruits. But the name really intrigued me. French Kiss.

Me: Can I have French Kiss please?
At: Would you like it short and sweet, or long, deep, and intense?
Me: Short and sweet. And not too wet please.
At: Sure… come here, open your mouth, and close your eyes.

Then I realised I was actually day-dreaming in front of the counter. So I went and ordered the French Kiss to see how it taste like. It’s $5.65 for a jumbo Kiss. Damn expensive. And far from my expectation.

But I’m also sillier than some people… Damn, how could I take that website address so seriously? -_-”

a bedroom where water filled the carpeted floor, releasing odour, and causing the occupant to move out and sleep somewhere else for the night.

I ain’t sleeping in my bedroom tonight. Reason being? A big patch of the carpet in my bedroom is wet. I don’t even know where the water came from. Could have been the neighbour who has left the tap water in their bathroom (which I assume would be next to my bedroom) turned on overnight. The water could have sipped through the floor and wall and into my bedroom. It must have been. Coz my unit’s bathroom taps and sinks are working fine, and there’s not even a drop of water in the bathroom floor (except the shower area, of course).

The darker patch is wet from the leakage.

Patrick helped me putting this graffiti art in place. He said it’ll at least absorb the leakage (which apparently is still happening) and slow down the wet patch spreading.

This is by no means work of Banksy. But I’m proud to have it in my room for a while.

There’s so much water in the carpet that it is now releasing odour like that of steam-cleaning. I can’t believe this is happening. Maybe I should ask for compensation from the agent. For my wet wardrobe, for forcing me out of my bedroom tonight, and for such a “hard time”. Oh well, at least I get to doze off to watching TV tonight.

What a messy living room. But that’s not the point of this photo.

Talking about TV, I watched MasterChef on Channel Ten just now. I couldn’t believe my eyes when the contestants (especially the blokes) of this reality TV had tears in their eyes when the result for the night’s challenge was announced.  Some were too emotional because they won the challenge (of which the prize was only a lunch in Chandon Winery, Yarra Valley), while others were upset because they felt that they’d let the others down. What the? I felt like I was watching touchy-feely soap opera. Or is this really a common happening in the real world?

(I stole this photo from her Facebook)

I was curious if anyone agrees with me. So I tricked my sister. See whether she believes or not.

It works. Hahaha…