I made cold Soba noodles!

Not only are my hands still pink, healthy and unburnt, the cold Soba noodles actually tasted somewhat like the real thing! I was hungry but still trying to obey the one-pack-of-instant-noodles-per-week rule AND I happened to have all the ingredients (Bonito flakes, kelp, soy sauce, buckwheat noodles but no regular fucking white sugar, what the fuck?) so I decided to make cold Soba noodles. Preparation wasn't that hard, just a lot of sieving and praying required.

I tasted the dip just after it was made and it did not taste good so I had all the negative phrases ("in ancient Japan, you would be expected to commit seppuku for preparing a dish like this", "worst non-atomic Japan-related disaster ever") ready for blogging. However, chilling it in the freezer somehow made it taste so much less fucked up. The biggest problem ended up being the noodles, which ended up being a little undercooked. I'm sure you know how this is like, it's as if someone with a lot of time stuck cardboard strips into perfectly cooked noodles so they end up being a little harder in the centre.

Of course, I took a picture.





















Okay, that isn't exactly my photo but still, I made (decent) cold Soba noodles.

Worst Trip

The best time to listen to music is definitely when you're home after a nice night out. You're about to sleep and you just feel...good, you just feel content, as if all is well in your world. That's when you really notice every single instrument used in the creation of that piece of music. You smile in delight because of how pleasing it is. Then you zoom out and smile again because of how beautiful the combination of all the instruments is. Then you realise how down you must have looked. Okay, happy post, no mocking of retards.

Either that or it's because Worst Trip is a damn good song.

January blight

The title means absolutely nothing but I would hate to leave it blank because every other entry has a title. Maybe that's a form of OCD as well, the strange desire to have a title for every single blog entry. At least it's not an overwhelming urge to wipe a surface THE VERY moment a single molecule of water hits it. Even if its morning dew condensing on a banana leaf somewhere in Punggol, Jules will be there with a piece of tissue paper to wipe it dry. You should really work in F&B all your life, such dedication is hard to find.

I got a tarot card reading last Friday from a friend and it's always interesting to get things like that done. Be it palm reading, tarot card reading, tea leaves reading or intestinal reading, it's always interesting to have someone tell you about...you, because we all love talking about ourselves. (Which doesn't excuse the trend of companies adding a prefix of "i", "u" or "my" to their products' names, by the way.) Although I am leaning towards not believing in supernatural or occult-related subjects such as these, I can't say that I'm not intrigued by the accuracy of tarot card readings. I mean, I did pay US$5 for an online tarot card reading, didn't I?

Also, the intestinal reading part was not something totally made up and randomly created by me. There was a documentary on Discovery on this South-East Asian tribe (I didn't catch the whole thing) and they have witch doctors whose jobs are to inspect pigs' innards and make predictions based on that.

A prediction went something like this:

Doctor Jones: "Ahh, the part above this part looks like a coconut...which means... ... ... ...rain."
Assistant: "Ahh yes, rain. Good call, doc."
Doctor Jones: "Yes...rain indeed. Now that I have done my monthly prediction, where are my hos with free-hanging tits and hallucinogenic powder extracted from wild mushrooms?"

It might be a bit subtle but some parts were not actually part of the original conversation from the documentary.

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I wanted to blog about this yesterday but I forgot. I came home last night to a bag of sushi rolls in the fridge and of course, how could I have resisted them? However, I needed something to go along with all the rice so I poured myself a little bit of wine.

Yes, Sushi and wine for supper. I can be so pretentious sometimes. And the sushi was bought from NTUC. And I wouldn't be surprised if the wine was too.

Also, the idea of pairing those two friends together still sounds very wrong and politically incorrect, I still find it ridiculous and funny.