A few years ago, if you asked me where’s my favorite steamboat with tom yam, I’d bring you to a place tucked away in Pending (I never bothered to find out the name of the establishment and simply referred to it as “my favorite steamboat” because my friends knew and that was enough) but ever since it closed down, I’ve been on the hunt for somewhere to fill the vacant spot in my tummy.
My fingers love to roam. Tugging on strands of hair and feeling for edges on blankets and pillows… Sometimes they are destructive and I feel nails against my skin, picking and scratching as though I can rub my skin new and smooth. But the more I do it, the worst it gets. It leaves behind scars and wounds. It’s the worst when my hands find my lips. Chapped from neglect and abused by my fingertips.
We have a wonderful city in Borneo, bordered by rainforests and beaches. The town itself is filled with life and great eats.
If it weren’t so tropical and hot, it’d be paradise. But sometimes we want a reprieve from the mundane; even a breathtaking view will turn boring if you look at it everyday.