*730 - portuguese egg tarts

They were fascinatingly cute (especially when they were rising like monster babies in the oven) but tasted like custardvanillasugar puff pastries (which isn't altogether a bad thing, if you expect them to taste like custardvanillasugar puff pastries) rather than portuguese egg tarts.

Odd. If anyone has a good egg tart recipe, do share!

*729 - by the stairs

Meet me by the stairs
Where a universe of people converge and collide
We will have no choice
But to accidentally bump into each other when you

Meet me by the stairs
Where a different universe of people float by
We can walk on water too
Across the belly of the river and up the other flight of stairs
Across the harbor and on to the other island
Across the ocean and across the international date line
Always travelling West to go back in time
Back and back and back
Reliving each moment until you

Meet me by the stairs
Where yet a different universe of people do not exist
Where you and I also do not exist
Though the ruffling winds remind us to breathe
(Because the relative warmth of the earth
Forces the cool breeze inland)
I will breathe, even though I do not exist
Neither do you, but will you?
Please

Meet me by the stairs
Where the stairs are irrelevant
Irrelevant!
Even if they decide to exist
We exist still more
We exist in blues and purples and every shade of black
We exist in and out, above and around, beside and beneath
We exist even on those irrelevant stairs
Irrelevantly spiraled, or pebbly, or marbled, or lumpy,
You will still
Meet me by the stairs
That makes them no less irrelevant
Because everything is irrelevant when you

Meet me by the stairs

*728 - wow!

I am going to have a sister-in-law! :D

*727 - exit

A lot of times, I don't understand why I do the things I do. One month back, a perfect situation, quick and unfussy - it could so easily have been an "EXIT, stage right" moment. But I chose to linger instead of doing a neat disappearing act; why? The brain said "GO!" and the heart said "go" (perhaps not as emphatically), so what possible remaining part of me spoke up and convinced the rest to stay instead of just go?

I don't think I made any promises I will have to break, though, so I'm still good, I'm still good.

*726 - white crane spreads its wings

Oh no now Erni knows all my little secrets!

There must be a rule: anything said under the influence of alcohol must remain unspoken. Hahaha.

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Feeling a little light-headed even now, because I slept at 4 am and my silly body clock woke me bright and early at 9 am. Shall take a nap later lest I fall asleep swimming this evening.

Consequence: Inability to form coherent sentences with ease.

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I guess I am a brat - I'm used to getting my way when I want it. Anyone who knows me well enough knows how I am when I set my heart upon something.

Yesterday I realised how I was baring my heart, making myself vulnerable, making myself ache - how very odd for someone who, on any other occasion, steels and hardens her heart and steps one step back as someone else steps one step forward, doing a curious little backwards salsa step 1 2 3 pause 5 6 7, and now the music ends thank you for the dance moving on please.

*725 - with wild abandon

Sometimes I just want to (metaphorically) roar "let's get going come on come on come on time to make a move move MOVE let's go let's goooo CHAAARGE" and then leap out of my seat, limbs a-flailing and sweat upon brow, and gallop off recklessly, flinging all cares to the wind, et cetera, et cetera! That would be very lovely.

So, let's go, shall we not?

*724 - brotz with xy!

Schwartzwalasdfjkl;hkiertorte and chuchochabcdwxyzkokuchen and mixed beers for dessert. Correct me if I'm wrong--I think I might have misspelled that (I'm pretty sure about "beers" though).

Good times <3

*723 - wedgie

In the midst of unglamorously checking my teeth and pulling a mild wedgie out of my ass in front of the mirror at the bathroom at work, I realized that I could see people walking along the corridors on the higher floors through the windows. Oops. No more teeth-picking or underwear-rearranging there for me.

*722 - sushi continuation

Proof that dinner two nights ago was not just a gluttony daydream that I cooked up in my mind. Omg, I made a pun.

And, what a difference a good camera makes! Look at that depth of field. I had no clue what I was doing, but half the pictures turned out drool-worthy anyway. (The other half were blurry heh heh.)

The beginnings of an inside-out California roll.


The middle.


The end!


We were disgruntled at how it wasn't "the Japanese aesthetic" to crowd the plates like so, but there wasn't enough space on our dining table for a million beautiful minimalistically-designed plates, so we had to be content with this arrangement.


The damned tempura that cost me my three fingers. Specifically, IT WAS THE LADY'S FINGER, asdfl;kjadf. (I am being overdramatic here--they are not even scarred, though they certainly are blistered and painful; at least, I hope they won't be.)


Best oyster omelette ever, seriously, no kiddin'. Look how juicily plump the oysters are.


The (yummy) anomaly: carpaccio.

*721 - walaharry

Hanging out with the boys on Fridays has been oddly pleasant. The type of pleasant that tugs gently at my memories of Back In Those Days When We Were Clothed In White (And Green For Me). The type of oddly that comes from the expectation of things being unpleasantly awkward because the circumstances have changed, heh, but there is not a touch of awkwardness in reality--at least, I am oblivious to it if it exists.

*720 - not dancing

It is odd not to be dancing a few hours every day.

Last semester was perhaps my easiest semester (in terms of being mentally challenged) but my worst (in terms of grades) because it was my busiest (in terms of hours and work) but it was my happiest (in terms of satisfaction).

It's one thing being in a dance team and getting the rush from dancing with friends and performing and putting up a fabulous show. (It is a great thing.) It is another thing studying dance and putting in hours of mental and physical work for noone apart from yourself, for no reason besides the fact that you love dance. (It is also a great thing.)

*719 - sashimi overload

Sequence of events:

1. Evelyn: "I should cook dinner some day."
2. Family: decides that a Japanese themed dinner would be fun.
3. Evelyn: decides to keep it simple--salad, sushi, teriyaki salmon, and tempura.
4. Parents: receive a little shopping list from Evelyn.
5. Parents: disregard Evelyn's shopping list and go wild shopping for ingredients. Buy hundreds of dollars worth of seafood and sashimi (including 4 kg of salmon for cooking, salmon sashimi, octopus tentacles, tuna, yellowtail, oysters, ...)
6. Evelyn: goes wild preparing dinner. Makes enough food to feed the five thousand.
7. Family: considers inviting the impoverished to partake of the feast. And seriously considers asking the neighbours over for dinner.



On the dinner table tonight:

- Light Japanese salad
- 7 different types of sushi
- 4 types of tempura
- 4 plates piled high with sashimi
- Pan seared teriyaki salmon
- Oyster omelette (think ohr lua, but even better--this may sound sacrilegious, but I think it trumped Chomp Chomp's!)
- yellowtail carpaccio (not Japanese, I know, but still very good)

... and three scalded and blistered fingers. Boiling oil from the tempura :( Very painful. On the bright side, this is teaching me ambidextrosity.

Apart from that: SUCCESS! I am very pleased. It was horribly fun to prepare and tasted fabulous. And I think it's time for a long, long jog.

*718 - nothing nothing nothinggg

Just for the record, my emo moments have got absolutely nothing to do with Friday at Wala. NOTHING. For real! The thought of Friday being anything more than plain, innocent fun is ... actually kind of disturbing. Yuck!

Just for the record :P