The point

So my blogging has been a little slack of late, so last night, while waiting for $10 to magically transform into yellow curry and rice, i wrote this this (and i'm going to try post retrospectively, i post on the written date date rather than the typed date. Oh yes, it's a very exciting day!):

The point really of blogging everyday is to write everyday. So blog or no blog, internet or no internet, here i write. Sitting in Thai Thani surrounded by uber craziness of clattering woks, frying meat and vegetables, sizzling sauces and thai flavoured accents... there is a particular intensity to the flurriness of activity here that in itself is a signature dish, it's got to be the loudest kitchen (and totally open to the restaurant) that i've ever experienced. And all the cooks wear baseball caps, which i really like for some reason. And the food is always plentiful and great.

My stomach is a flap with hunger. "is this mine yet?", "is this mine yet?"... it keeps going on, the smell of food infusing my every breath is getting almost unbearable, the juices of my st

And at that point my number was up and i eagerly grabbed my plastic containers of goodness and took off to eat.