Back from the whirlwind that was last week with tea and scones!
Best I could, I’m trying to keep from taking photos of food I make but it’s my first time making scones today.
Plus I think the photo could make for relevant visual aid: we have a new help at home today and mum was orienting her in the kitchen as my sister and I had a bake-off. Okay that doesn’t quite explain it.
My sister and I - we have this running game of kidding around with British accents. Long story about these little English and German kids we spent the summer with and the books and brit TV series we’ve been reading since January - I don’t know, it just stuck. Anyway, our workers and family are pretty much indifferent to it, they’ve even started to memorize some of french songs I play in the morning but our new help pulled a no-holds-barred judging face at us.
I think she thinks we’re overdoing it with the tea and scones.
I live in the middle of the city as in literally, the spot on middle. As in five steps beyond our gates is the national highway. As in the noise of bars and hopeless romantics is what lulls me to sleep. Amazingly, in my 11 years living in this city, I’ve discovered a time of day when it gets a bit peaceful; 5-6 pm, just when the hellish tropical sun decides to treat you with a pleasant warmth and covers the usually irritating cityscape in golden twinkly mist.
So on weekends and on free-cut afternoons, to make up for the lack of a nice patio/porch/yard with a swing set, I go to our rooftop, have a snack or bring some stuff up and write. I’ve been going up here all summer, thus the permanent tan. I’ve noticed myself growing ever more prepared with each trip:
- blueberry tea
- Mum’s banana cupcake
- pen and notebook
- mp3 player
I love me some quiet time.
Everybody does. In this particular trip I’ve seen a few else among the family sneak up here too: Lolo, who’s been tending his charming garden (last summer we had awesome corn crops!), Tita, who was just visiting, I’m pretty curious about why she came up and Mum - obviously trying to see what I’ve been up to. I found a cigarette butt when I got there too. Well, somebody must’ve had issues.
Seriously thinking of getting a flapper girl haircut so I could wear a cloche to school. Haha
OH MY WORD. better than the t-shirt-on-a-hanger tea bags
I love watching French movies.
Nah, I just find it amusing reading subtitles. Haha. But AMELIE - probably the best put together movie I’ve seen so far in my entire life alongside Yanggaw, Perfumed Nightmares and Pictures of Hollis Woods.
I was watching it by myself this afternoon then my girl friends made an ambush visit so they joined me in my room. Made me miss the girls.
Ah, today was fun. I continued my Brandon Boyd rip-off painting, hung out with the girls, watched an awesome movie, got apologies on my message box, got texted by a dear friend saying he remembered me because he read an article AND we had lovely, to-the-bone-crispy tilapia for dinner. Couldn’t be more perfect.