I've been a very bad student these past few days. Day-dreaming, lazing around, whining about unproductivity yet not doing anything about it, feeling sad about mosquito situation of which the bloody fuckers keep replenishing themselves. So this bag is possibly the most productive use of my time. I love to hear the whirrr of the sewing machine. My english is all falling apart too. Writing makes me feel like puking. Instead I would like to have someone to talk to.

The air near my fingers

Life is so boring It's really got me snoring I'm wearing out the flooring In a cheap hotel (The White Stripes)

I made this out of some old thai fisherman pants. It's as lembeh and sack-like as it looks. But what the heck...it's so comfy I love it.