Finally, finally, finally.

Had coffee, tea actually, at Cova with the GA! Love love love the restaurant concept, all the opulence and kfc-butler lookalike service staff, not entirely polished silverware and low crystal lighting. It's that kind of place that forces people to behave themselves... not that I'm usually very ill-behaved, but still. ;) Couldn't comment much on my earl grey though. It's erm, very.. bergamot-ish? The milk, according to the newly certified and very obsessed barista(GA), was slightly burnt. I can almost hear him screaming inside whilst watching Cova's barista do his stuff. No wait, I think he actually did comment out loud. Darn cute I tell you! Cutestest, actually. (:

Okay, this is a very un-krissy-like kind of haircut entry. Cooolio isn't it? (:

I hate to see people come and go.

Fair-weathered friends.

The vicissitude in seasons does not warrant a change in us.

Put in a little bit more.

A little bit more, that's all I need.

Postscript: BFF, where art thou? Say you love me, quick. Make it a national declaration. International declaration. You know, how more and more people are calling themselves ***. Please give me a collective p-f-f-t. Time to show them the real stuff. ;)