Lucid in my memory was a girl with a coppery-red lob plopping down beside me.
"How'd you know it was me from the back?" I had greeted her inquisitively.
"You're the only one sitting alone."
Three years (and one day) later, orangecane remains as savage as ever. More familiar, undoubtedly weirder, and perhaps a bit wiser, the free spirit within her remains consistent. She's a creator in many trades, a contemplator of daily happenings, and a producer of witty - and sometimes borderline crass - remarks. Most importantly, she's someone I'm proud to call my friend.
Different teachers bring forth different routines, or so I was told. Our specific class engaged various components of the body for total physique toning, however fell short of difficulty expectations. We progressed speedily through the class: repetition was minimal and form was left unrectified. That said, I did appreciate the cleanliness of the Modo Yoga's Markville location overall.
Initially penning down Jatujak with a penchant, I later revised the itinerary to include this Northern Thai cuisine newcomer. Positive recaps had led us to the otherwise dismissable Chinese-dominant strip mall.
Hers was Beef, while mine was Chicken. A side of Thai Fresh Rolls was appended to my order for the sheer sake of having greens in presence.
Service was friendly for the majority, but lacking in terms of efficiency. Roles had been distributed amongst the afternoon crew, restricting the already limited band of floor staff to specific roles of bartending, meal delivery, and customer correspondence. Our demands for water and chopsticks were tended to in several intervals.