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a sweat

July 11, 2010

Today I dreamt that you died. But your ghost appeared and it was very strange. My neighbour died too. My neighbour from the dream. An older lady who lived alone. I had to prepare her funeral. I awoke in a sweat.


a key lime pie #2

May 30, 2010

My 2nd go at a key lime pie. This one was much different from the 1st, which was a frozen key lime pie. That meant, once you took it out from the fridge it started sweating and would not travel well. This one was baked, then chilled. I ruined the top because I was too impatient to get it into the fridge, then I got lazy to decorate it. So here it is, bare and already eaten.

I’m wondering how people take SO many photos while they bake or cook. My hands were much too messy and sticky with lime juice to take any shots during this process. I guess of course you could wash and dry your hands, pause, and take a shot, but really, it seems too much like an impediment. I also wish my kitchen was air conditioned.

May 29, 2010

Oh the hills we climbed to find this shop! Which turned out to be closed, and was still closed the 2nd time we ventured up the hills. If you’ve never been to Hong Kong’s Soho, you must. Soho is like a mutli-tiered raspberry and chocolate mousse cake with mint balls. There are so many levels, layers, side streets and screeching corners to explore.

captaincream and I make quite the explorer team. We are determined, always kiasu, persevere through complaining and ‘tsuk-ing’ a lot and never stopping until of course, there is blood on our feet. Elgin Street was just another street name on our list. The slopes of Soho seem to be 70 degrees, the steps almost 8 inches high, and the escalator…oh, it’s endless. In the midst of all the activity in Hong Kong, it is strangely calming to travel on the mid-level escalators. It’s like floating by the crazy world, knowing that you don’t have to be part of the busyness.

In other news, I’ve been sneezing more than a cuckoo clock goes cuckoo. I hate my nose. But more on that next time.

a little oniony

May 24, 2010

“I start filming tomorrow,” Jerome said.
I looked blank.
“My movie. My vampire movie. You sure you don’t want to be in it?”
“We’re going on vacation this week.”
“That sucks,” said Jerome. “It’s going to be genius.”
We stood silent. After a moment I said, “Real geniuses never think they’re geniuses.”
“Who says?”
“Because why?”
“Because genius is nine-tenths perspiration. Haven’t you ever heard that? As soon as you think you’re a genius, you slack off. You think everything you do is so great and everything.”
“I just want to make scary movies,” Jerome replied.
“With occasional nudity.”
“Just don’t try to be genius and maybe you’ll end up being one by accident,” I said.
He was looking at me in a funny way, intense, but also grinning.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Looking at you like what?”
In the dark, Jerome’s resemblance to the Obscure Object was even more pronounced. The tawny eyebrows, the butterscotch complexion – here they were again, in permissible form.
“You’re a lot smarter than most of my sister’s friends.”
“You’re a lot smarter than most of my friends’ brothers.”
He leaned toward me. He was taller than I was. That was the big difference between him and his sister. It was enough to wake me from my trance. I turned away. I circled around him back to the Object. She was still staring up bright-faced at Rex.
“Come on,” I said. “We’ve got to go to that thing.”
“What thing?”
“You know. That thing.”
Finally I managed to pull her away. She left trailing smiles and significant looks. As soon as we got off the porch she was frowning at me.
“Where are you taking me?” she said angrily.
“Away from that creep.”
“Can’t you leave me alone for a minute?”
“You want me to leave you alone?” I said. “Okay, I’ll leave you alone.” I didn’t move.
“Can’t I even talk to a boy at a party?” the Object asked.
“I was taking you away before it was too late.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve got bad breath.”
This checked the Object. This struck her to the core. She wilted. “I do?” she asked.
“It’s just a little oniony,” I said.

Middlesex, by Jeffrey Eugenides

a stop

May 6, 2010

yes, Singapore.

a fix

May 6, 2010

What do you do when you’re broken in more ways than one.

You try really hard to fix yourself.

True story of my first and best purchase in hong kong. I developed this ‘which is your best purchase’ thing after traversing hk with S who has an undying spirit when it comes to cheapcheapcheap and greatgreatgreat buys. I was bombarded daily with “which is your best purchase?” and had to unwillingly rate my buys (although I very much prefer to treat them all equally). Picasso was supposed to be my best buy, but he had a tragic fall from a poorly designed hook at the back of a toilet door. Yes we had protection, he was in his bubble wrap. But the long fall proved too much for his feeble body to bear.

But I fixed him. Not good as new, not usable because of lethal glue, so he sits on my desk reminding me that all that is broken can be fixed in some way.

a bite

April 8, 2010

The first bite of a cake is very important. As with all Firsts, some simple but strategic planning is necessary. If you pierce the cake incorrectly, it may fail to cut across all sections. Piercing it harshly may also cause the cake to topple as it loses its balance. Aim for an area that will encompass as many flavors as possible for your first taste. After which, feel free to tackle each taste at a time. Bear in mind that cakes are surprising creatures and more often than not have tiny surprises inside that can burst and flow out uncontrollably.

Therefore, please do exercise caution with the first bite.