Voila, la deuxième tentative.

don’t know why that one came out of nowhere yar.

dinner today: almost wholly-Italian, but FOILED by the freeze-flown sambal from Penang…henceforth known as Malaysian Caviar (per Uncle Tom and Aunty Shirley—who enjoy it all the way over in frinton-on-sea too!).

salad: lettuce leaves off of a growing plant, sweet/tart tomatoes chopped up with mozzarella di buffala cheese, tossed with olive oil and balsamic vinegar and pepper. fine and good. shoulda thrown in a little garlic and made it super italian (or so I think only-lah).

but then..aha…the tortelli (the boil for one minute kind, not made from scratch, no time tired-lah)….drizzled olive oil and sprinkled pepper on it right….but then. PLOP. one dollop of sambal. BEST-NYE.

Anyways, enough about food. Am thankful that am ‘doing’ another blogpost so soon again, nevermind if a while back I thought of wiping out this poor poor neglected little repository of my little life memories. It’s all about me me me though innit. Well, tough shit.

Am thinking about half-pints. And how I’ve developed a sudden affinity for them of late. Literally, half pints. the kind you drink. of alcohol. beer, usually. but it’s not the beer, but rather the quantity that I’ve grown fond of. Odd. I know.

oh, and I saw my old English ah pek with the scarf in his suit with a cane toddling along the same street just the other morning (the same one I saw one evening, cept I was on the other side of the road). I’m starting to see some faces repeatedly, a rare, rare, occurence here in London, so it does tug at my heart a little bit thinking about potentially moving away again (soon - we’re looking end of July here right now)…and starting to get to know another locale again. Yes, I am getting tired of all this moving around. but if you were to tell me to stay stuck here in London, or back home in Penang, right now, at this very point in my life, I’d … I don’t know… book a one way flight to Jalalabad and go fend for myself in the wilderness, rather than stay stuck….for good. or bad. or whatever. talk about not knowing what one wants from life. heh.

ANYWAYS.

love.

those 4 letter words. life. hope. oh death doesn’t quite fit in, but whatevs.

those 4 letter words. or just words. they get you all the time. or me. and you too. US.

xoxoxox