For a long time, since the dawn of men, for lunch today, I made myself a proper meal, unike those ones that I have been eating over the past 2 weeks.
For this meal, I cooked rice, fried a plate of green/orange pepper, and steamed myself a plate of toufu. And I was planning to watch Watchmen over my meal too!
Honestly, I was quite looking forward to enjoying this hot, pipping meal.
As I brought the last plate of steamed toufu into my room, I heard one of my roommates stuck behind his door. His lock had jammed and he couldn't get out.
Sometimes in life, you will have to make a decision; It will be normally be a choice of the easy way, or the right way.
Sigh. So helpful for what? Cold toufu nice meh?
