08-07-06` new school term

first week of attachments and school.
dragging my body up everyday. high time to readjust my body clock.
when skills arent practised for a long time, they became 'rusted', hidden somewhere within the subconsious mind. only in emergencies or of the verge of committing sins that they will be able to be retrieved.

PROJECTS. one thing i dread most throughout school life. hate the panicky feeling just a few mins before the presentation. the cold sweat, icy palms and adrenaline pump. ARRRRHHH

interestingly, little did i know the existance of taiwan smelly toufu in pasar malam. the fermented beancurb that taste just like the normal ones to joyce. the 'characterised smell' can be sensed from 3 stalls away. combined with the power of durians the next stall marks my journey back home as challenging as retrieveing the mantra from 'the journey to the west'.