Smelling peanut butter from the jar, I proclaimed
"who wants life to smell like roses? i want life to smell like peanut butter!"
j responses with
"i want life to smell like laundry detergent or fabric softener."
you weird, you weird honey.
but this coming from someone who wants the world to smell like peanut butter :)
jiLL divulged at 3:09 PM 0 Comments
so you may have noticed that i've suddenly taken this hiatus in blogging - after blogging very regularly since i've been to thailand.
truth be told, publishing my post from the office the last time allowed some spyware to infiltrate the office system and i've been gently and indirectly asked to not do it again.
fair enough, i thought. really shouldn't be blogging during office hours anyway.
only really shitty bit is that blogging is an immediate outlet of expression.
when something happens, someone says something or if i read something and there's an opinion or reaction to it,
i want to blog about it immediately. even if it's just a short 2 liner.
perhaps restricting this outlet somewhat restricts me too.
so i go home, i can't remember what it is was that i wanted to blog about in the afternoon and i get terribly frustrated.
thus explaning the silence.
also coupled by the mild influx of visitors (not complaining!), i've been busy.
.some highlights.
the sisters came. cocktails at vertigo (brilliant view from the rooftop resturant/bar at the banyan tree); actually no, make that a mocktail for me - virgin mojito to be precise, damn neurofen. grand night out at route 66 then windsor hotel; my house has a sack of dj scratchdog tissues, idllic sunday brunch with arroy mak mak blue cheese crepe and lovely pancakes.
artistic and interesting saudi arabian muslim boy who smokes, drinks, tried pork who is also a part time bartender. dj nu-mark's great set spun at 808 that was filled with so many farangs (foreigners) that i actually felt, for a moment, that i was in new york.
lovingly sourced local goodies carefully handcarried from home; final tally at rice dumplings for the duan wu jie (chinese festival), uncle's homemade frozen shuai jiao, tanjong rhu bao to be frozen and steamed at pleasure, penang's famous dao sao pia, middle road's reknown soya tart, green pea cookies from bangawan solo (LOVE), a particular type of nonya kueh --- yes so the mum spoils me :) so love, pepper innards soup at lok kok (rundown and desolate) chinatown alley. breakfast at agalico; see www.agalico.co.th and enter an oasis in busy crowded bangkok, chatuchak twice in 3 weeks and another in 2 weeks with j - i must learn that cheap things do add up, luxurious 2hr aromotheraphy massage followed by high tea, hanging out and feeling the closeness of bonds.
1 night at the inter-continental filled with shrieks and laughter, choya and room service, bloody tumours and sawn bones, exclusitivity and torrents of information.
p on long distance relationships,
"its kinda fun because its like going on a first date over and over again every time we see each other"
sweetness.
m on love,
"very often, people don't marry the person they love the most."
5 more sleeps to the first date feeling :)
jiLL divulged at 11:23 PM 0 Comments