last time we spoke
Very late last night I suddenly got struck by a thought. "Hey, what happened to that new Joseph Arthur album he talked about when he was here?" I went to look at his site and was quite irked at myself to discover it had come out over a month ago and I had totally forgotten. Ordered the CD, got the digital download --- such a great idea, that --- and have been listening to it all day when I could.
Mmm. It's not grabbing me. But then none of his stuff since Nuclear Daydream has really made much of an impact. Still, you never know. Might click one day.
Today was a hugely frustrating day at work cos the technology gods decided to rain hell upon me. Thank fuck we have the nicest ops guys ever. Even I got sick of going in there but they didn't get irritated with me even once. And oh yeah, did I mention the new lady thawed out overnight and now she's all friendly and sweet with both me and the kooky American? Heh. I knew it.
I smell kinda fabulous today. Stoopid winter's been drying my skin out so badly that today I actually got out one of the almost-never-used body lotions and slathered it onto my arms. So all day I've been smelling like one of my favourite perfumes, J-Lo's Still. God, it's so lovely and still smells like the dream of old beloved books to me. I haven't told the Aunt, she might expire from the shock. She's only been telling me for sixteen years that I should moisturise and for sixteen years I've been flatly refusing. She calls it skincare, I call it obsession. If I actually ask her to suggest a good cheapish moisturiser, I'll never hear the end of it. Faugh!
And I met up with the Aquarian cuz-cuz after work for dinner at Mamak in Goulburn Street. Fantastic Malaysian food. A friend of hers had written out recommendations on a purple postit and we pretty much ordered every one except for the satay skewers cos I always reckon satay is a fucking waste of time. Prawn sambal, the buttery roti, the slow-cooked lamb curry, and rice. I had this great lime drink and then we shared a dessert called cendol which was shaved ice drizzled over with coconut milk and lurid green noodles. Boy, did I need that ice to cool my tongue down after the incredibly hot incredibly fantastic prawn sambal. The lamb was just wonderful ... I'm never one for lamb, too often it's made rather boring but god, when it's slow-cooked to that perfect shredded perfection, one of the best taste sensations.
The waiter tried to make a big deal about how spicy it was. It wasn't at all. *rolls eyes* Only he didn't warn us about the prawns and that seared a few tastebuds off my tongue, I swear. Fabulous. And the roti was heavier than the usual roti canai which was perfect. I rolled it up and told my cuz-cuz that her friend was marvellous and she wasn't white, was she? No, she's Chinese. Ha. I knew it. That degree of heat? Very rare on a white palate, especially in this beloved country. :p
We were totally blessed, man. Cos we just wandered in off the street and got given the last table near the kitchen, the whole place quite packed out. That was just before six. When we left an hour and a half later, the line was out the door and halfway down the block! And they hadn't even hurried us. I told my cuz-cuz we had picked the perfect time.
And I finally got to have some family fuss over my burn even though it totally looks worse than it feels cos it's all blistered up. The third knuckle looks rather black with striations of red. The side of my second finger has this slice of dark red. And my index knuckle has got the red striation thing. For someone who doesn't bruise like ever, this is quite intriguing to me. And it doesn't hurt at all. Hell, I forget about it for the whole day of typing until someone asks or I think to show it to someone. *lol*
Hilariously enough, my cuz-cuz said the exact same thing that occurred to me: "Would that affect your writing?" Ha! This is why I love her. We are so damned alike it actually makes me feel guilty when she agrees with me about things I kinda expect censure on. But we had a good chat and fuckgoddamnit I just realised I totally forgot to ask her about her ovarian surgery! Jesuschrist! Well, I knew it went well, no complications at all, but I still should have asked about the details. Damn it. Stoopid social maladjusted moron that I am.
Her sisters and the new niece are coming up in a few weeks. Both the Aunt and I have had the same dismayed reaction of "Oh god, why the child too?!" Well, the child is only four months old and kinda needs to be within easy reach of the mother, I suppose. God, I hope it's not a whiner. Like its father. The Aunt is going to be so thrilled if it is. *rolls eyes* It's still ugly.
Ooh, I have popcorn. I just realised.
*wanders off*
Mmm. It's not grabbing me. But then none of his stuff since Nuclear Daydream has really made much of an impact. Still, you never know. Might click one day.
Today was a hugely frustrating day at work cos the technology gods decided to rain hell upon me. Thank fuck we have the nicest ops guys ever. Even I got sick of going in there but they didn't get irritated with me even once. And oh yeah, did I mention the new lady thawed out overnight and now she's all friendly and sweet with both me and the kooky American? Heh. I knew it.
I smell kinda fabulous today. Stoopid winter's been drying my skin out so badly that today I actually got out one of the almost-never-used body lotions and slathered it onto my arms. So all day I've been smelling like one of my favourite perfumes, J-Lo's Still. God, it's so lovely and still smells like the dream of old beloved books to me. I haven't told the Aunt, she might expire from the shock. She's only been telling me for sixteen years that I should moisturise and for sixteen years I've been flatly refusing. She calls it skincare, I call it obsession. If I actually ask her to suggest a good cheapish moisturiser, I'll never hear the end of it. Faugh!
And I met up with the Aquarian cuz-cuz after work for dinner at Mamak in Goulburn Street. Fantastic Malaysian food. A friend of hers had written out recommendations on a purple postit and we pretty much ordered every one except for the satay skewers cos I always reckon satay is a fucking waste of time. Prawn sambal, the buttery roti, the slow-cooked lamb curry, and rice. I had this great lime drink and then we shared a dessert called cendol which was shaved ice drizzled over with coconut milk and lurid green noodles. Boy, did I need that ice to cool my tongue down after the incredibly hot incredibly fantastic prawn sambal. The lamb was just wonderful ... I'm never one for lamb, too often it's made rather boring but god, when it's slow-cooked to that perfect shredded perfection, one of the best taste sensations.
The waiter tried to make a big deal about how spicy it was. It wasn't at all. *rolls eyes* Only he didn't warn us about the prawns and that seared a few tastebuds off my tongue, I swear. Fabulous. And the roti was heavier than the usual roti canai which was perfect. I rolled it up and told my cuz-cuz that her friend was marvellous and she wasn't white, was she? No, she's Chinese. Ha. I knew it. That degree of heat? Very rare on a white palate, especially in this beloved country. :p
We were totally blessed, man. Cos we just wandered in off the street and got given the last table near the kitchen, the whole place quite packed out. That was just before six. When we left an hour and a half later, the line was out the door and halfway down the block! And they hadn't even hurried us. I told my cuz-cuz we had picked the perfect time.
And I finally got to have some family fuss over my burn even though it totally looks worse than it feels cos it's all blistered up. The third knuckle looks rather black with striations of red. The side of my second finger has this slice of dark red. And my index knuckle has got the red striation thing. For someone who doesn't bruise like ever, this is quite intriguing to me. And it doesn't hurt at all. Hell, I forget about it for the whole day of typing until someone asks or I think to show it to someone. *lol*
Hilariously enough, my cuz-cuz said the exact same thing that occurred to me: "Would that affect your writing?" Ha! This is why I love her. We are so damned alike it actually makes me feel guilty when she agrees with me about things I kinda expect censure on. But we had a good chat and fuckgoddamnit I just realised I totally forgot to ask her about her ovarian surgery! Jesuschrist! Well, I knew it went well, no complications at all, but I still should have asked about the details. Damn it. Stoopid social maladjusted moron that I am.
Her sisters and the new niece are coming up in a few weeks. Both the Aunt and I have had the same dismayed reaction of "Oh god, why the child too?!" Well, the child is only four months old and kinda needs to be within easy reach of the mother, I suppose. God, I hope it's not a whiner. Like its father. The Aunt is going to be so thrilled if it is. *rolls eyes* It's still ugly.
Ooh, I have popcorn. I just realised.
*wanders off*