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about 3am, quite a few hours after a mediocre japanese meal, i awoke with a great thirst. the kind where it’s like your tongue has shrivelled up into the back of your throat. rurg.

these days, things that are good to drink are: condensed milk (in tea — makes the most disconcertingly damp-smelling teas warm and friendly), rose syrup cordial, water, apricot nectar and [ahem] vanilla coke.

the condensed milk and rose syrup came together spectacularly about an hour ago drizzled over cubes of coffee-flavoured jelly, and then topped with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sprinkles.

still, i am lost.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 29 October 2003 at 9:55 pm

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crap. don’t you hate when your blog server goes down and takes with it a month’s worth of entries? sure, ok, in this case a month’s worth of entries was like, three maybe four, but now, all those memories gone.

my spongehead seems to recall recent developments that might have been catalogued here include: boy moves in, dvd player purchased, spirit crushed by mindless directory layout work. oh! and invaluable webresource discovered here.

i could tell you now that yesterday afternoon as i walked down cleveland street to see “kill bill vol.1” at broadway shoping centre, flies flew around my head, and a stretch of the road smelt of elephant dung, but that might make you wonder if it was actually my head that smelt of elephant dung, and where would that get either of us?

“kill bill vol.1” was surprisingly unannoying, and a fine-looking thing to behold. after, stuck in kmart for an hour, all i came out with were a tube of strawberry exploding candy and a couple of jelly pops. the one pictured above is boo, from monsters inc. her entire face is made from flesh-coloured icing sugar.

and now, i must try and find that bit of code i surfaced recently that gives me links with no underline.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 22 October 2003 at 9:14 am

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so the question, after coming off a week-and-a-bit long deadline, where a job to design a cover for a book turned out to be a surprise redesign of a 176 page book, is, “what shall i eat?”

in between the sitting down at the computer before 7 in the morning and then forgetting to look away every half hour ’til 10 or 11 at night, there were such forays into emergency sustenance as the 9pm fried egg and baked beans on toast with leftover beetroot salad and the noon to 2pm apple-and-cinnamon pretzel frenzy.

right now i cannot even look at the screen of computer without my left eye going into spasm and my right arm going numb. the tradition after handing over a bunch of discs to the printers is to buy myself breakfast.

what oh what shall it be?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 18 September 2003 at 10:44 am

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broadband rawks. as does creamy polenta porridge with mint leaf slivers and stewed strawberries.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 9 August 2003 at 10:35 am

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the day i heard that the daimaru department store on river valley road was closing down was a sad day indeed, even though i’m ever in singapore for a month, max, and the last time i was back here i only went to daimaru once.

that was enough time to discover the pokka gelato kiosk in the basement supermarket, where the scoops are light and milky and the flavours are like, kiwi yoghurt.

so, happy day, i poked my head in the other night to investigate the new japanese supermarket that has inherited the basement, and lo, the pokka geloto kiosk is still there. six words: sweet potato with roasted chesnut bits!

in a little over a week i fly back to the real world. how much gelato can i eat between now and then?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 13 June 2003 at 7:05 pm

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the sky was soft pink when i awoke a little before six this morning. in a few minutes a ferocious wind out of nowhere, and then big spluttery rain. so now everything smells cool and moist and good — i haven’t been out front yet, but i expect the downpour even managed to wash away that displeasing catshit smell from the manky strays that sit on the stairs, gazing down on you, imperiously.

for two weeks it’s been like, 34 degrees. i’ve been assured this is not normal, but i guess it’s no real consolation to me.

tomorrow morning i get to ride the nice bus (“nice” is the company name!) to kuala lumpur, where grandparents and most extended family members eke out an existence, with my mother and sister. it’s a five hour trip punctuated by a stop at a highway rest pavilion complete with many an eating stall where you can get tasty treats like exotic crackers and tea with condensed milk for not much money at all.

i am very very brown.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 31 May 2003 at 10:52 am

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no killer virus yet. instead, over the last four days there have been: jackfruit blended ice shake; ice cream with stewed in syrup longans; extreme heat; extreme traffic; a church at sunset, flanked by two lifesize tableaux: mary’s grotto, in which mary is nestled in a manmade mounatin cave setting beneath a neon halo and a neon sign the says “ave maria”, and a crucifiction scene where at jesus's feet stand mary and mary gazing down at a second jesus, lying in state (thus proving by being in two places at the same time, that he *is* god); a very long wait amidst pushy shovy grannies for a mini bus ride to a bus station, a mini bus that is actually a tin of sardines; a five hour bus trip from saigon down to the mekong delta punctuated by many hawkers coming on board to sell things, including, spruiked by loudspeaker, a set of knives; soursop blended ice shake; extreme heat; a siesta; another soursop blended ice shake; a cantonese congregation temple; a khmer temple; another temple at which a delightful scene of miniature buddha and goddess of mercy statues are glued onto a small concrete mountain; another siesta; a crazy park with decorated staircase-based structures that one could pose on, surrounded by many concrete animals and dangerous merry-go-round rides; a slice of coconut flan; a sugar brioche filled with dollops of kaya; a dubbed-into-vietnamese tv show, which seemed to have been made in italy; a five a.m. awakening; a motor sampan along the mekong to a floating market; a bowl of spaghetti and sliced pork in a tangy pink soup, on the sampan, in the shade of a neighbouring boat; veggies tied to poles; five hours in the sun, in the slowest motor sampan in can tho, travelling through silty brown canals; a jackfruit blended ice shake; a siesta.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 20 April 2003 at 4:06 pm

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snow pea shoots are really good stirfried in an oyster sauce thickened with cornflour, with the fried puffy tofu that soaks up half the gravy before disgorging like a sponge in your mouth.

i was standing by the chinese vegetable stall at paddy’s market, clutching a box of them and looking for someone i could give some money to, when the chinese vegetable auntie came up to me and pressed a longan into my hand. $2, darling, she said, smiling. don’t need a bag? good girl.

swiftly unpeeled next to a pungent rubbish bin, the longan was sweet, a wobbly globe of juice.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 21 March 2003 at 3:46 pm

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that decadent ice cream, magnum, now comes in 60s flavours. the one i really want, “cherry guevara”, has thus far eluded me, but i have tasted “guava lamp” (where the guava strip running through the vanilla has an unexpected marshmallowy texture… well, you’ll expect it now) and “choc work orange”, my first experience of which was walking up the street and seeing an empty wrapper lying in the gutter and instantly wanting one.

it turned out to be pretty tasty — milky chocolate ice cream inside orange-flavoured white chocolate shell — although almost outdone by the fine bit of taken-too-farness on the back of the wrapper:

posted by ragingyoghurt on 27 February 2003 at 12:54 pm

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I think I read somewhere, some magazine for modern women probably, that the best way to not break new year’s resolutions was not to make any. On the other hand, maybe I just made that up right then. Whatever.

Despite the obviously sound advice, I did make up a small list which included the dependable classics, “watch less tv” and “be more motivated”. There was also “learn to drive” (third year in a row, never fulfilled or even attempted), “cook meat and fish” and (possibly related) “give blood”. So far I have accomplished two, but only really one, if you count the fact that it’s been non-ratings tv for the last couple of months. Let’s see what happens when I get back from my forthcoming overseas jaunt and new seasons of everything are back on.

Anyway. One afternoon, I finished work early and walked into the city, taking a route I knew would lead me past the blood bank. Stepped inside, filled in a form which asked quite a lot of personal questions about intimate details, received a sticker in the shape of a drop of blood which said “my first for life”, and got told to sit in the waiting room and drink several cups of water.

After a screening session with an engaging elderly nurse who asked all the questions in the form I had filled in 20 minutes earlier, I was sent ’round back (“follow the blue line on the floor”). There I was put in a comfy chair with hydraulic pump action, my blood pressure taken (120/80), and a very large needle inserted into the crook of my arm. Such a large needle that the attending nurse thought that my vein wouldn’t be big enough to take it.

Gulp.

Fortunately it was maybe some kind of first blood donor initiation joke, because after a bit of fist clenching and the like, the vein popped up. Needle goes in – it looks like when Keanu’s just been reborn in The Matrix and has all these tubes sticking out of him.

Cool.

470mls later, I get ushered into the cafeteria where the nice lady on duty comes up and asks if I want a milkshake. Chocolate-banana, please. Before you can say “whizz whizz”, here it is. And a plate. Help yourself to the lavish spread: DIY hotdogs with little gherkins and pickled onions. And for dessert, a bowl of blood plums donated by the stone fruit growers of Australia, savvy in the ways of cross promotions.

In ten weeks I get to go back and have another half litre of blood pumped out of me. This time I believe I shall have a strawberry-banana milkshake.

– – –
before i had a “blog”, i used to write a sporadically updated letter on the front page of my website. this is one of them. i am consolidating it into these archives, because i can.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 29 January 2002 at 9:20 pm

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