someone once told me that every xiao long bao served at din tia fung has precisely eighteen folds and every time i go there i endeavour to count them but my stomach gets to me before my brain does and so into the abyss of my tummy they go and that claim goes un-corroborated this displeases me

 after lunch i had a few hours to kill so i walked around and chanced upon curious thingabobbies at art friend i think i could spend hours lost in its wonderful wonderful aisles

this morning was spent lackadaisically buying flowers from the market and thereafter cutting them with shears and arranging them to make centerpieces not because i enjoy killing flowers for aesthetics sake but because mommer co-erced me into helping her with the nitty-gritty of preparing for some hackneyed neighbourhood event that required floral table-pieces and as evidenced by the second last photo i had clearly no idea what i was doing with the first floral arrangement my psychomotor moron hands gawkily pieced together but i dare say the next arrangement i conjured up in the last photo makes the flowers look dashingly handsome (giving myself a mental pat on the back now das rite) i do wish all my days would pass by as languidly but i can't complain for life has been kind to me of late (O: