Last night we decided not to soil our hands in the kitchen. So we scouted to the nearest Italian resto bar, and made reservations since the place was packed. After thirty minutes, we got a call that our table was being prepared. We were ushered to the terrace and we couldn't be more happier.
I wake up one morning trying to figure things out. The world seems blurry around me; uncertain and bleak. I start to question why life has different meanings. The answer, so naive and plain, that life is fortified with smooth roads and harsh obstacles to make us full in our dimensions. And that what makes life worth living.
Saturday, 8 September 2012
Friday, 7 September 2012
本日のランチ
Went to Shibuya on high noon. Scorching heat, short legs in skimpy outfits, oh lalala, the colors of summer.
What I had for lunch, chicken in olive oil with summer vegetables.
What I had for lunch, chicken in olive oil with summer vegetables.



