I had to take a picture of this door, even if there were people opening and walking through it every two minutes.
Even if it is so hard for us, we know you are now safe in the arms of God in heaven free from pain and stress. I am sorry, Ah Yi. We love you and we miss you.
I am officially addicted to naengmyeon.
I’ve recently taken up hot yoga and am trying to keep to a manageable routine of two yoga sessions every weekend. Can’t say I feel healthier since or have found some sort of inner peace (still cannot deal with the ‘om’ chantings), I do like the feeling of sweating it out. Such a workout !
Hotpot restaurants which impose two-hour limits are so not cool.
Turns out my colleagues are closet karaoke geniuses. Five straight hours of belting out embarrassing songs we would have no problems denying if we are accosted in the streets.
Tsim Sha Tsui on weekends is such a nightmare, especially if you are in a hurry. I was nearly tripping over people and feet and toddlers and wheeled luggage every other minute.
Not again, you say. Guilty as charged except that I’ve now added naengmyeon to the mix. I’ve been having naengmyeon for the past three days at three different restaurants. Resistance is futile, if I may add.