There was once a Russian medical student from a poor family named Anton Chekhov. As is often the case, Russia was a land filled with a peculiar magic. The more unfortunate the Homo sapiens of that land, the more their writing prowess seemed to flourish.
Trying out some new articles of clothing, dabbled into some form of streetwear, and just added a bucket hat to my rotation of hats. So far, I am enjoying the freshness of it, and the brim is great for keeping out the sun.
Saw an old movie about that time period when Vietnam were under France colonization and it shows a scene where in a classroom, a French instructor walked in and asked "who are your ancestors" and the Vietnamese kid were forced to say some French names like Napoleon etc
Is that true for colonizers? Sounds new to me
Work has not killed me. The decision to walk to and from may do it though. Well that and trying to get all my responserbilities and other fun stuff done in 3 hours before sleeping. At least it's a long weekend! Woo. Go Canada!