the sun has been on holiday for a while now, so I decided to whip up some old school dishes for a pick-me-up. because I suck at taking pictures, and have not gotten round to blowing money on decent camera phones, my sweet and sour chicken and tom yam have been reduced to unyummy lurking in shadow thingies.
I’ve been thinking about the sun a lot lately. how you know you’re home when dry breeze hits you through the gaps between the plane and the walkway joining thing. how perspiring underneath swathes of thai silk, the sun scorching your back, is a marker of a weekend. how does that saying go again - you never know what you’ve got till you lose it. or something lah.
shet just got real
time to put sciences training to use
finally got people to (informally) agree to go hiking with me. cliffs, here i come! (after i plough through exams ofcorz)
entering the fifth week of my hobo exam existence, and left with depleting supply of cheesecake and food in general. the kampung coffee shop, though capable of selling mocha that can keep you awake for 24 hours, charges £3.25 for a piece of red velvet. that is almost two big issues.
but a cup of mocha is one big issue and a bit, so really…
not even sorry that i’ve gone through this whole cake alone, except for that one day when i had the urge to do good deeds and gave some to my housie.
first and hardest paper in five days, and the amount of energy that i’ve invested into this one module is ridikkulus. maybe one module focusing on three lit movements and the whole of europe isn’t a good idea.
not panicking yet. idk if this is a good thing?
Milton: eyo homegirl sometimes solitude is best society
Day 02 - A song that helps you clear your head
8 days and 30 mins exam panic.