short liners

i feel like i do belong. mongolian women are mabilbil. but they dont care. 

the air is so dry here. dries up your throat, dries up your nose lining so much so that at the end of the day you get a good harvest of boogers. hahaha!! 

mongolian for " yes "  is "tsim"  or something like that but sounds like  " tse"  to me, in my bisaya ears –  soooo maldita.
 
more than a week now my luggage is still missing. might still be in hongkong, they said.  duh! phnom penh house of joy couriered my meds. major relief. but… the hair dryers, the cables for various gizmos, the shoesesesssesss, the bags, the toiletries, etc etc…. when oh lord???

where could the soy sauce, the vinegar and the bay leaf be?  they’re not at the state department store. at the korean shops apparently. the chicken thighs lay in wait, frozen, until they get transformed into….ADOBO! meantime i dine on tuna, eggs, tomatoes, olives and dill pickles.  not too bad.

i’m sorely missing ming mon, sophal, ming ra and even morose vantach. 1-1 ratio in ppenh as against 1-0 in UB. clumsily managed to work the washing machine but havent done any cleaning except to wipe the kitchen range,etc. and careful not to mess up the place too much. and the trash is piling up to a dangerous level. "independence" my foot!   thank God for nannies. and their mongolian clones. in due time.

shivering, quivering - the promise of spring is all lost - as i get out of the shower.  although most days were pleasantly cool and sunny, the temperature dropped today (june 12) to 9oC at 6pm and is expected to drop further by midnight.  alas, central heating is off, summer being here supposedly.