It’s nearly one year on, and I’ve finally gotten round to uploading a bunch of shots we took of Washington, DC back in May 2008.
Better late than never, eh.
It’s nearly one year on, and I’ve finally gotten round to uploading a bunch of shots we took of Washington, DC back in May 2008.
Better late than never, eh.
Nasi Lemak, originally uploaded by framboise.
For $11.
1 That’s in Singapore dollars, which works out to US$0.66 or 50p at the current exchange rate. I can’t even get the cheapest taco for that!
And probably don’t exist anymore…
A real Kopi Tiam, with lau ah pek’s talking about horse racing at the top of their voices.
A true Hawker Centre, with ka-chuak crunching underfoot, where the food is served on colourful melamine plates that you throw in a big wash basin after you’re finished. Plastic chopsticks in a big ceramic pot on every round table with rigid, backless plastic stools cemented into the ground. And a lot of aunties tut-tutting waiting for your table. Oh sorry, THEIR table cos you shouldn’t take so long, you know… Typified by Newton Circus (probably razed to the ground now) and Lau Pa Sat (before gentrification).
A full-on seafood place on East Coast Parkway. Chilli crabs! I’d have gotten married in Singapore if they would have let me have it at a chilli crab craphouse. Yeah, fat luck.
You can keep your gourmet Michelin-starred gastropubs, fancy French bistros, and your air-conditioned “food courts”. I want the old-school open-air, fan-overhead, noisy, busy, rude, chaotic makan places of my nostalgia.
Time to switch on the Singlish, shock the husband, slap on the sunblock, and swan back into the country that threw me out1 a decade and a half ago.
1 They didn’t technically throw me out, but there was no future for me there.
aka How akatsukira would spend her last day on earth.
Breakfast:
Lunch:
Afternoon snack:
Dinner:
Supper:
Makan1! Then die happy…
1 Guess where I’m headed after a 12 year absence…
Academic research is pretty much funded by investigators panhandling, using the medium of grant applications. These suck up more than 50% of ones effort in times of poor funding. I’d like to propose a new method of grant applications: the 140 character limit Tweet.
Dear Funding Body, Plz gimme sum munny. My lab iz broke and we need dollahs to buy science. KTHXBAI.
Posting photos from Flickr to fill the gaping hole that is my blog.
@kcirtapu took over my camera, handed me the dog, and told me to take a hike. This is the result.
Unravel me, i missed a stitch, i’m now at the end of the row, a constant pain.
My first attempt at yarn-based crafts was an unmitigated disaster. Back when I was a wee lass, my mother gave me a crochet hook, some garish pink acrylic yarn, and told me to crochet up a round coaster. I ended up with a doll-sized beanie (but with no doll to put it on). Suffice to say, the bug did not bite (although the mosquitoes never stopped).
Then I started seeing chotda’s yarn stash on Flickr, and realised that even I could not knit or crochet to save my life, I could at least partake in yarn pr0n (and a bit of stroking on the side). This momentary infatuation (aka work-avoidance) will pass…
But in the meantime, I have joined Ravelry.com, and you can find me at my usual moniker if you’re a knit-wit too.
It’s 2 years to the Superbowl Sunday when we met Queen Kirinopolophagus. She was, and remains, a super-dominant, passive-aggressive, eternally-shedding, attention-seeking, loveable, loyal, luscious, ludicrous specimen of Canis lupus.
Here she is on her birthday:
And she’s knackered from chasing balls on the beach here:
Here’s her looking a little worried (she remains fearful of all cameras even when I’m holding her favourite chicken):
My dog is ginger, and I love her:
More gratuitous dog photos on Kirin’s Flickr set.
I’ve jabbered on about sukiyaki before, so here’s a quick run-down of the “how to”:
² I think it’s called “fu”, but don’t quote me on that one. I call it gluten-thingy. It’s not usually flower-shaped. I just bought that on a whim. I think the traditional style is tubular. The cookbook has “wheels” of fu. Or gluten-thingy.
³I will have to ask my Japanese colleagues about whether they really cook it Kanto vs Kansai style. But I know the answer will not be straight-forward. You know, it never is with scientists… We always have to give the objective answer.