six doughnuts for each of us in sydney.


now, about my beloved trumpeter. he's a very good boyfriend even on holiday while i was ill he :: made me take my medicine :: got cough syrup from the post office at the airport_so very resourceful is my choy :: he made sure i was bundled up enough from the toe to the ears :: he bore my week-long speechless bouts that comes with feeling under the weather with unspoken tolerance :: he suffered when i suffered _ that is he ate no trashy holiday stuff that you're suppose to have on a holiday because i couldn't eat them in my piteous state [ok lah, minus that one choc bar and that one ice cream cone i saw you happily eating from hungry jacks while you were waiting for me who was at the restroom so cute you ]

today we wandered down brunswick street and we got me another bag with cool handles. really neat shop with patterned ceiling and white plastered high brick walls, an old building and the shop was called 'cylinder'. the trumpeter charmed the friendly store owner with his vocal recognition of dizzy gillespie's 'a night in tunisia' and we had a sweet conversation about the store's decor, the cute bags and wynton m. bag number three. my fashion weakness obviously, tends towards the bag kind. i love my choy my choy loves me we are as happy as can be. happily, happily, we shared a macs strawberry milkshake in the rain and had sly bee together again. happily, happily, we found our current favourite korean snack in a korean supermarket in chinatown and bought all seven packets off the rack.