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Because… stressed spelled backwards is desserts

All the packing, planning and pondering is finally coming to a head. I’m off to Japan. Yay. I think. I doubt anyone will understand how much this means to me. This trip has been my bucket list for close to 15 years. Whilst all my friends were dreaming of owning a car, or even going off to Ibiza, I wanted to see China and Japan. This rocky week has been full of sleepless nights, tearful outbursts and a resurgence of my teenage acne. Great! The anticipation is killing me. For the last four days, I’ve been fighting the urge to chomp down on all manner of evils. Its actually come to the point where I’ve placed a ban on certain items.  Suddenly things I clearly would never normally eat look tantalizingly appealing to me. I’m practically there now. Yay! So as a compromise, I’ve decided to make myself a treat. A sweet treat. Its called Chin Chin and its a West African snack. When I was a kid, my aunt would always give us chin chin to take home with us. …

Listlessly Listing

I’ve had one hell of  a weekend. It’s as if the fast approach of 2015 has incensed me to run myself into the ground. I’ve made lists upon lists of things I want to achieve. Even Santa couldn’t give me all the things I want. They’re not material things. Heavens no. They’re things I know will only come from sweat on my brow and lots of hours of work. Knowing that just makes the tasks ahead more daunting. My body can’t keep up with my mind. I’ve spent the last two days tasting, walking, talking and chomping down on just about everything put in front of me. What a weekend! Sunday rolled by and I’ve more or crashed. Hard. But there’s still so much more to do. I really couldn’t take running around like a headless chicken anymore and so vowed to leave the apartment for water only. That was until I saw this: The strange magical and ever so sweet aroma of coconuts drew me in. I asked, and found out it called Khanom Buang. It is …