Carl's cals

Aeons after carl's jr's much hyped (by my friends) opening, I've finally been to that place for a meal. 10 bucks and you're just too stuffed to eat anymore. Well, for 10 bucks you stuff your face with chilli cheese fries, an unlimited supply of drinks, and a burger that easily owns burger king's once uber(to me at least) whopper with cheese in size.

And so I ate, and ate, and ate, and EVENTUALLY finished what was supposed to be slightly short of a full meal in size. It was heaven, and hell after...

And so I went online to check the calories. And then I decided to kill myself.

But I drank only 700ml of drink. It's free-flow. I drank only 700ml. Ignorance is bliss.

But still...

THAT'S 2144 CALORIES!

ONE WHOLE DAY'S recommended intake for a normal, moderately-active person - in one meal.

That's it. Tomorrow, swimming, jogging, gym and a diet. Do not go to carl's jr unless you plan on starving yourself the next day.

Now you know how the americans get so big.

And have you ever wondered why nobody has ever tired that supersize me routine on it?
I doubt anyone has lived to tell the tale.

Anyway me and marlene decided to take a walk after having that saturated fat laden meal. So we walked all the way from plaza singapura, to raffles city, and then to the esplanade, then marina square and to suntec city. Talked about lots of stuff on the way. It was fun catching up with her. Bumped into kenrick at suntec. What a small world man.

And after that I went back to david's shop to learn how to replug balls. I'm going to learn how to drill balls soon! (i think...)

So that's how my day went. I'm pooped. Gonna crash soon.

Why bother?

I was just thinking... that, I should never expect people, anybody, to remember the good things I have done for them.

Or for them to do the same for me with that same childish love and foolish sincerity, because chances are, it's not in their capability to do so, or they just won't.

And because its so pointless becoming bitter and secretly disappointed, Nonchalance is the best path to take.

YOU WANT TO FIGHTING IS IT?!?!

Here's an interesting story I had today. I got a cab at jurong at around 11pm. Only having 50 bucks (my last $50 note left) (fuck you denzel! O$P$ you dipshit) in my wallet and no small change I felt like an idiot.


James: Uncle sorry ah, I only have a 50 dollar note. Hope you don't mind.


Uncle: (shouting) You mean u go out, u don't have small change! come on la! what the hell.


James: (thinking to myself) fucking bitch! why you yellin' at me I said sorry already.


Uncle: (shouting again) Yout think I print money is it. blah blah blah


Uncle: KNNBCCB how I give you change like that? You think I make so much money meh!!!


James: Eh fuck you la uncle! i'm the customer you know. Why are you even yelling at me. The customer is always right.


fucker pissed me off for nothing


Uncle: I bring you to the gas station then u go get change. cb.


fucker didn't stop the meter. from $3.00 become $3.50


James: Here's 5 bucks. Keep the change you bitch.


Got out, slammed the door and flagged for another cab.


THE END


Even though the guy shouted at me and shit. I felt bad that's why I gave him 5 bucks. I know it was wrong of me to shout at him but he shouted at me so my Mohammed Ali instincts made me yell back. It's hard for taxi drivers to earn a living so when you give them a 50 dollar bill, they have to give you all the change they earn that day. So next time when you take a taxi and your ride is only 3 bucks. Don't pay with a 50 dollar bill. But still uncle, FUCK YOU! Ask me to KNNBCCB again and I'll shove the exhaust pipe up where the sun don't shine.


Well that's about as exciting as my night goes.