didnt really want to write about tea again, but had to.
managed to get earl grey this time. comparing with the previous stuff i got, earl grey is pathetic. it’s weaker than darjeeling, with less soothing quality.
i tend to go either strong or .. er.. ‘weak’, just to put it in words. i now know what i want when i’m looking for strong tea, which would in the area of lapsang or russian caravan. basically strong tea is there to replace coffee.
also there are times where ‘weak’ tea is more appropriate, e.g. after ‘hard work’ (the strong tea was to be consumed before or in the middle of ‘hard work’). darjeeling was ok altho might be too fragrant-ish to my liking. but earl grey is definitely not my cup of t. still looking for something better than darjeeling , tho.
was talking to mom couple of days ago. she said one of my nephews got a birthmark just like mine, and i asked her what birthmark.
turned out that i got one in my arse… never knew that.
learn something new every day, indeed
found an old song by wannadies called ‘you and me song’. utubing lead me to another of their song, ’someone somewhere’. i used to hum this one alot back then.
also bobby mcferrin. saw the video with him, chick corea and bela fleck for the song “spain”. too intense, reminding me why i can’t really enjoy jazz club improvisation session regularly
the eggs made me flatulate
exaggerate
the heater made me sleepy
very
my most sportslike activity this week: chasing a stray balloon blown away by the wind (sideways. it wasn’t a helium balloon). wasn’t planning to but i was the closest to it and the kid who lost the balloon was crying. and the mother was a milf.
after some sort of not-quite-so-bizzare conversations on irc (ps@d), seemed like everyone agreed that we all need a cooking wench and a sex bot
woke up, remembering from a dream that a speaking tree (well, there was a voice and a tree) found on top of my old place told me to buy a new hat (which i just did)
also got my arse kicked by a girl in a game of street fighter iv. i think it was quite a close game or she was just having some mercy on me.
don’t underestimate the volume of a raw egg.
i planned to drill a hold on a stick bread, pour eggs and other ingridients, seal it with solid ingridients such as ham or salami, turn it upside down, and cook. turned out that the egg itself is quite volumey.
oh, and started eating (well, put into the same cooking pot more likely) more chilli. it helps with the winter i sppose.
and according to the who we’re officialy on a pandemic level of the swine flu. owell.
apparently india deemed australian as racist and burned an effigy of rudd, because a number of indian were ‘brutally attacked’. for once i can agree with andrew bolt, in that it’s actually a statistical number, e.g. 100 people were brutally attacked every month and 8 of them were of indian nationality, and the indian news made it sound like ‘indian nationalities are being brutally attacked’
and also while i was having an indian food, the guy before me who ordered the same thing got a whole lot more than me because he was indian and the guy who served him was indian as well. is that racism?
i don’t think i got that kind of service from the chinese as they’re all stingy by nature, regardless wheter you’re chinese or not.
always having problem trying to figure out how to handle ploughmans bread. all those extra dough on the top making it, well, hard to pick up the bread without cleaning the hands afterwards (by cleaning i meant rapping my hands to any clothlike substance available nearby).
well. not anymore, as it turned out that, you can fried the floury bit with or without oil, and it actually taste better, providing you eat it straightaway. i wonder if it’s the proper way of eating it and i’ve been doing it wrong all this time?