A belated

This week is detox week. I will abstain from movies, creamy pastas, alcohol, sex, making-outs, all-nighters, skiving, caffeine, snacks on the desktop and the all-time desiderata for girls—chocolate. I’m putting an end to comfort breakfasts (one curry puff and sardine puff drenched in sambal) and other equally sinful consumptions. I’ve even imposed a 5-day shouldn’t meet rule on Ery.

In my bid to lead a healthier lifestyle (and perhaps a few steps closer to looking like Jessica Alba), my daily intake of fun will be significantly reduced. I accept my fate.