CNY excerpts and then some

she pored over my palm
"hmm... your fortune is exactly like mine. Lots of broken relationships"

"KL boys are such dufuses. Or gay"

"so she's thinking of turning it into a novel, with gung gung's death and the big secret as the finale"

"DIDI! get off the car"


on to the news:
2 weddings (both in July, both in Sg. Consider yourself forewarned-forearmed)
2 jobs (fine, one is a 2 month research project I'm supposed to be working on from today. the other starts proper in April (May hopefully))
Sydney in April. I'll be there for a few days before the hurricane of a family hits.

A close friend sent me a piece on solitude after he found out that I actually enjoy it. I was on one of my KL diatribes, all loathing and nostalgic for Sydney and he asked me what I missed there that was absent here. Solitude ranked quite highly. Other, less mentionable factors went unspoken. And I forgot to say that I felt more fully of myself there than I did back here. That only occurred to me in the taxi.

move aside metafilter

because viceland is my new favourite site. go. now. thank me later.

home

I'm Sydney-sick.

a quickie

have you read the news? fantastic, tell me I won't even be able to trip around Bangkok and Chiang Mai now


30 seconds after getting into the car:
"You asked your parents if I could speak English"
(burst of laughter from me. I miss being a kid)
30 minutes later:
"Sadist"
(all I did was to play with the meat on the barbeque and mutter 'sizzle'. I swear.)
1.5 hours later:
"You used to bathe in the big basin in TR"
(up until I was ten maybe. the things people remember)


I found a recipe for almond croissants. It sounds promising, like the ones I had in QV. It involves sugar, butter, almonds, egg, and rum. Yo ho ho and a bottle full of rum! Oh and croissant of course. Tomorrow tomorrow..


Why the fuck is it this cold in late November? A bit of heat, please? thanksloveyoubye


I hate packing up a life. Grumpy. I'm starting to feel KL mode creeping into me. I can't write that way and I certainly can't find the center in that mode. The fatwas don't help either. Screech. I want ink. Or something else with three letters. Let's run through the list: pot, sex,
my brain stops there. Dammit. I need an electric choker that zaps me everytime I think dirty thoughts. Then again, I might get used to that. Oh behave! Rambling.
bye!

bang bang

Sometime between sleep and waking this morning I had this brief illusion that my heart had been replaced with a block of pale wood and that an unseen hand was pounding it with an invisible hammer.

whoosh

i like the rush of the plane's acceleration and the jolt as it touches down

peal

the ringing of the Town Hall bells at dusk created a strangely beautiful cacophony.

puk

the sea salt and rosemary chips "cooked in 100% olive oil" had way too much rosemary.

But

You say you will wait for me to return. But it is not you I return to.

ugh.

much as I'd like to leave you pigs to wallow in your own filth, I have to live here too

tchach

"pancakes so light and fluffy it makes one weep"
- pancakes cannot make one weep. unnecessary adjectives and silly descriptions make me twitch

thbbpppt.

I don't care if it's extravagant. I'll eat truffle scrambled eggs for breakfast if I want.

zing

the harissa i put in the dip traumatized my tastebuds. all that is left is a shadow