Bowl

Now, as many of you who have diligently read my blog would realize, I've had my share of failures with cooking and food. Sometimes, it lacks flavour, lacks texture, lacks everything. SO, to boost my confidence, cooking pasta seems to be a good decision to take. So off I went to the supermarket, in search for the right ingredients.


Found you finally.


It was also the day where I bought an iron instead of an electric wok so that I can go to school with a crisp uniform. Finally!


Traffic in Bkk.


Maa.


The way I cook my meals.


And the results. Not THAT bad.

The week didn't go smoothly because I lost my wallet and had to make a police report straight away. Luckily I didn't loose much.



But that didn't dampen my spirit. What's done can't be undone. So to cheer myself up, I hung around with some of the boys who were available and went for a good walk around town.


Doo.


Edison. Happy boy.


Nice place. Lots of colours. Just love them.


Chol-Su and Doo. Korean boys.


After a hearty meal, we went to the bowling alley, only to find ourselves in a place that was fitting enough to be a club.


Check out the lights.


There's even a bar for goodness sake. No wonder people don't get high scores when they play this game. I can imagine people lying drunk in the middle of the aisle. Might as well get humans as pins. That would have been more fun.

jamiel
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