Uploading the pictures above reminds me, back in Birmingham, my friend once caught me sit by a junk-food restaurant with a large amount of junk-food on the table, on my both hands, and inside my mouth. Ok, it’s not that creepy. I remember him telling me “What?? you are eating all these, seriously? I thought you’re a gym-nut. So, you’re putting all the gym sessions in vain, aren’t you?!” How dare he say so. However, his saying didn’t get my nerves, I was still cool (because I had plenty of food at that time, obviously!) and replied to him “well, to make things clear.. all the gym sessions I’ve taken and I will take, are meant for this kind of food.” I know, it was a little misleading kind of motivation/way of thinking. I might be misled, but it’s the truest and most honest answer from me. The whole point is: I exercise more to eat more, as to eat more fatty food.

So, junk-food. I wonder if loving junk-food is actually a gene trait, or no? Given the fact that everyone in my family loves junk-food, it might just be (insufficient justification, I know). Since junk-food lover is in my blood, on my jaunt to the land of junk-food (especially burger and hotdog), the U.S., my sister and I stopped by some restaurants serving food of that kind after reading some recommendations from several blogs I favoured. Of all junk-food restaurants we went to, my favourites were: Eat DC-3 for the hotdog, and Five Guys for the burger and fries (the meals weren’t pictured, my apology). I’ve never tasted such tasty hotdog and burger before! and the truth is, I’m salivating now. So I better go, or else..

Toodles! x

p.s. don’t you think I made too many repetitions of “junk-food” in this post?! I’m really sorry about that.