beast adapt

this week i realised that i have yet to lose my garters. and to think last year i was in the canteen talking with mr tham, feeling all worried about everything that would come this year.

it’s going to be an unexpectedly long weekend, and so i’m going to be able to start a ferment going. this means there’s going to be bread and more bread. i do hope the taste and texture of the breads will get better with each subsequent batch! my internet is down though (writing this from the old house), so there won't be any pictures this week =(

my student ezlink card has finally expired. it's been taken away from me now, in exchange for a lousy card with an ugly design advocating care for the elderly. i do feel a sense of loss; a bit of memory lost to a lady working behind a ticket counter.

it’s in the dark that we judge people; we observe quietly from our hiding places. we choose to believe what kind of people they are by their simple acts, like dampening the sound of a door slamming shut because everyone else is asleep.

i know what you did. it makes me sick. i’m going to tell. isn’t it interesting how if/when we read such a note, we search frantically in our memories for our deepest, darkest secrets, asking ourselves who would send such a threatening note?