Milan and Burger Buns.

Greetings from Milan !

I am amazed to say I have survived one semester of studying abroad. And right after finals, my friends and I jetted away to Milan. In which two nights have passed and as I write this, I am in the airport waiting for my flight to Paris.

Yes, Paris.

How was Milan ? Well, it is as beautiful as I imagined it to be. The Duomo is beautiful, the people are beautiful (the men are ridiculously handsome. I swear, especially those selling handbags in those suits. Why do people even bother looking at the bags ?) and the food is delicious. I mean, it's pasta and pizza, what could go wrong ?

I haven't actually been here long enough to give a full account of the city, seeing as I only visited the area of Duomo but having spent the day there, I say that you have to go to Duomo. Seriously, jet off there at least once before you kick the bucket. I highly recommend it.

Anyhoo I haven't been posting much because I've been busy with life and such, but I shall now post some pictures of me making some burger buns for some chicken burgers that I sent out of which my friend came back for twice in the same day. I like to think it was these buns that made the burger.

Me (pretending) to be very hard at work.

My friends dropped by to lend a hand.

I didn't alter the recipe and so I shall just direct you to this site. Her pictures are nicer than mine anyway. Heh.

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In relation to the previous post, I think I'm feeling a little better. Well, there isn't any shame in hoping for love.

In the meantime, let me go stuff myself with too many Mars Bars. Who knew one could find them in Milan ?

Tres Leches, Birthdays and a Heartache

Hello hello. Another day, another class, another banana. That's how it's been.

It's nice here actually. I've been making loads of new friends who have taken to coming over to our room after classes and chatting till late night. Normally I wouldn't mind, but I start to shut down circa 10pm (I know - I'm an old lady inside) so I start to yawn and my eyes start closing and then they have to retire to their own rooms. I feel horrible and kinda old but, well, I need to sleep. It's the best sleep I've had in nearly a year, what with my past of being a notorious insomniac.

And exams, oh the exams ! Time has flown and it is now my mom's birthday. September has half passed and I am here procrastinating and writing poetry in the margin of my notebook. I have one more paper tomorrow and all I can think of is

the heartache

of loving someone

who doesn't love you back.

The exam stress is making my brains - and hair - fall out of my ears - and head - but then the ache inside just won't go away. I feel it down to my bones and it kind of makes me want to eat everything and not eat anything at the same time. Sitting feels weird and studying feels fine. My mind is blank and full at the same time. Probably of cotton wool and wine notes. Gah.

Whatever. While I study and attempt to cover up the hole in my stomach, I'll fill up the other hole in my stomach with some cake and churros. How is that a pairing ? I have no idea. It just happened. But it was a damn good pairing as demonstrated by my classmates - and myself - having eaten every single bite of leftover cake off the tray, then munching on so many churros that I didn't have enough to serve to the customers. What did my chef say ? Nothing. Because his mouth was also full of churros.