Hey guys. Just a quick post here while I'm momentarily home from boarding school. I went for watercolor painting workshop over at Dazzling Cafe two weeks back and it was so, so great. I wrote a blog post over on the Naiise blog for it, so here's the link and do check it out.
The Ides of March have come and gone, and my blog remains recipe-less. In all honesty, I do have a new recipe coming up (rhyming with Branola), and the photos have been sitting in my drafts folder for weeks and weeks with a good few inches of dust over them. I promise. I will get to them. Soon.
Anyhoo, a quick update on what’s been happening (apart from Stella):
- a watercolour painting workshop by Naiise (with surprise encounters)
- lucky ticket wins
- a new mate after my own heart (it was meant to be)
- new glasses (that I never thought I’d ever wear)
and above all,
- an undercut. My punk side is emerging.
Anyway, in a bid to put on a façade that I am actively online, here are some scraps of the internet that I’ve pulled together into this meagre excuse for an article. Enjoy.
#1 This totally explains why I ended up with such a small nose.
#2 I strongly decry the traditional notion of hygge. This one’s better, and to everyone cooped up thanks to Stella: its for you.
#3 Lucky Peach hasn’t folded up yet, but I’m already crying thanks to this article. From laughter. And a teensy bit of sadness.
#4 This is probably the most legitimate and truthful clickbait. Ever.
#5 Pi Day is over, but it’s never too late to make pie (or watch kids eating them).
#6 Every recipe roundup isn’t complete without an ode to breakfast for dinner. Breakfastarians unite.
PS to everyone who’s got a snow day – y’all are so. Damn. Lucky.
The title says it all.
For some unbeknownst reason, the sheer amount of harajuku eggs I've been consuming is horrifying (to my dear mother, at least), and so are the lengths I go to for them - i.e. visiting FIVE separate 7-eleven shops to finally get hold of them. Skrillex has been blasting non-stop in my headphones and eliminating all semblance of concentration I possess, otherwise its The Black Tapes, which I've been binge-listening and spooking myself with.
So, whilst my cholesterol skyrockets and hearing abilities decline, class is starting proper. Not all lectures are created equal, though. Some make you perch on the edge of your seat and knock your pencil case off the table in a bout of excitement (or sheer clumsiness), while others inspire drowsiness more effectively than fever medicine. But either way, there's nothing better than the feeling of finally emerging from the florescent-lit theater into the sunshine, blinking owlishly and starting to defrost. Its been coooold. Brr.
"This is where your leftover oranges meet their mushy end"
The red packets have been collected, the pineapple tarts and shrimp cookies finished, and only crumbs remain at the bottom of the snack jars. Those red packets remain on your desk - opened and emptied. Chinese New Year is officially over.
It signifies the end of something else, too - holidays. The last two months have been a constant series of holidays, one after another, where everyone seems to have fled the country and getting good seats at diners is guaranteed. Now, its hello to work, hello to school, and hello to reality. Welcome back.