Mark Twain’s words in a love note to his wife sum up my week with these highlights:
i. A dinner meeting to kick off a new term in the uni is fun time for lecturers to chat about research interests. Over seafood dumpling soup, the VP casually turned to me, “how’s your PhD coming along?” Yes, yes boss I’m halfway through an essay my divergent head can’t wrap up. A friendly reminder amid neat slices of pineapple and guava. Haven’t had those in my diet lately.
ii. Miserere by The Choirboys. Beautiful, i.e. took my breath away; sublime, i.e. goose flesh as they smoothly hit an angelic C6; spell-binding I wonder if they are humans.
iii. Cooking up a storm. Skipjack tuna stew in my electric wok! A thousand times tastier than the main course in my birthday dinner last week.
iv. Letters of Note. Sites like this eats up my free time faster than I can track. Reading analyses of Now sleeps the crimson petal, Song of wandering Aengus and She walks in beauty on other sites are also immensely fun to read.
v. Ambling up and down Chatuchak, reportedly the world’s largest weekend market. Two martini glasses, a white flowing, cotton soft maxi dress, a flower fairy figurine – I love my loot but it was in the antiques section where I switched to dream mode. My birthday celebration goes on. Happy me, really happy. Bangkok.com describes Chatuchak:
Once only popular among wholesalers and traders, Chatuchak Weekend Market has reached a landmark status as a must-visit place for tourists. Its sheer size and diverse collections of merchandise will bring any seasoned shoppers to their knees – this is where you can literally shop ‘till you drop’.
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