Taking the blue pill...

This is so going to hurt me in the long run.



Bought a new flat.

Welcome to 30 years of slavery.



Tried to have fun with Ikea's kitchen planner and not think about loan repayment. I am so glad there's an extra place in Melbourne for us so we could sell it in 5 years if things in 1984-ville get hairy.

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The reason why I prefer a Mac...

..is because I don't like my speed & performance questioned, especially when I've inserted my thumbdrive into some stranger's Windoze PC.

Never, never, ever do an insertion into strange orifices...

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deflating pompous grammar...

Taken from a website which proclaimed:

"A uniquely NUS tradition, the NUS Centennial Rag and Flag Day, is an annual charity event..."
(underlines mine, refer to definition below)


Screen capture from originating website

Link

Let's see now, where's my dictionary...

tradition
n.
1. A specific practice of long-standing.

centennial
adj.
1. Occuring once every 100 years.

annual
adj.
1. Occuring once every year.

Wow, didn't know that one can actually celebrate a 100th anniversary every year for the past 100 years...

Oh, and not forgetting:

pompous
adj.
1. Full of high-sounding phrases.

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what goes on in the female toilet...

Notice I've deliberately avoided using the term 'Ladies' because of certain class connotations that comes with that term...

...and this is a negative demonstration of what it is to be a 'Lady':


Photo from orgasmic hamster's blog

Link here

This is so very, very wrong...


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Food is heaven for the citizenry...

You know, it felt funny, and still does when I speak with my long-lost brother who grew up in KL. Circumstances had it that we were put into different households during our formative years. Wifey tells me that he initially thought I was stand-off-ish and angry with him. On the other hand, I didn't really know how to relate to him as an elder brother. I think we may have missed out on what every kid from larger families experienced: growing up together, sharing things, sibling rivalry etc. Maybe it was a blessing that we grew up far apart. It makes us appreciate the frailty of family relationships and also all the warts that come along with living closely.


Morning bak kut teh with wifey and bro at Tiong Bahru

Despite all that, one thing that connected us was the love of good food. We'd have conversation ranging from food prices, preparation, presentation and even where the best places are in KL, Sing and Melb.


bro showing us mere mortals what a real BBQ chef does

Wifey had friends who settled in Melbourne recently and we paid them a visit. Again, food was the common thread that bound us. This time, instead of Chinese, it was Indian. We were fortunate to have tasted things from 2 civilizations both with 5000 years of history behind them. Ironically in a relatively young nation Down Under.


Sonia making sure I had no room left in the stomach...

It was the first time I got up close with wifey's friend, Agnel & Sonia. What broke the ice was not talking about how they migrated there, found jobs and made new friends but, really, the food. Somehow it got me thinking. Maybe if everyone sat down over a nice meal, we wouldn't have all these hatred and war.


Pig trotters and belly stewed in black & sweet vinegar.

Well, let's hope more folks would put sense between their ears. It's not about the money, it's not about the pride, it's not even about WMD (What is it anyway? Wipe My Diapers?). As my high school Chinese teacher (whom I suspect is actually an incredibly tolerant under cover monkey-trainer, getting the lowest primates to pass CL2) puts it: 民以食为天

Food is indeed a form of heaven on earth. Peace, joy and love to y'all...


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