there beneath the blue suburban skies

being in yue en's car is a harrowing experience. because he's such a dear i won't go so far as to say it's a near death one. but still. it was really scary being in the passenger seat - when other drivers glare it's usually the one who's in the passenger seat who has to bear the brunt of the killer stares. i think i died a thousand deaths today. hur hur hur.

i went with him today to pick up his exchange buddy from holland, and i really don't know why pgp doesn't have more ramps for people in wheelchairs and those with HEAVY LUGGAGE. it's also a very confusing place, quite maze-like. we had to lug her suitcases up and down endless flights of stairs. five months' worth of things, not funny.

ever since we bought these lovely lotte strawberry biscuits in cambodia to snack on on the bus ride from phnom penh to siem reap i've had a fondness for the fakey strawberry flavour, which probably explains why i like the anlene yoghurt milk drink so much. but it's got to be the kind with a sharp tang and nice aftertaste. less sweet than pocky strawberry and pink hello panda.

and i think reading about certain types of food makes you want to make them. like i have this sudden desire to make jam biscuits of the sandwich nature, and chocolate pudding.