i've been cooking more these few days, partly cos that's what i resort to when i have nothing better to do/that i want to do and have run out of excuses for procrastination. and sometimes i make the mistake of eating in my room which means that the smell of fried garlic and soya sauce lingers not just in your hair but in the clothes piled on the chair and in the carpet and in the air -- and it reminds me, a little, of 12 york place. i'm just sayin'. i miss you guys. :)