September 26, 2014



in which time i’d already published another. at least the latter was better.

anyway! i came here to post a photo, but now there are words here, too. that’s the way life rolls, i suppose. that’s alright. with three recipes to try, one enlists the help of Lists (ooh look at that word play).


okay i really should begin on solution focused brief therapy. ciào!

p/s here’s an interesting read on the farewell

as i was saying

September 22, 2014

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Before my fingers stumbled and WordPress ate my almost-complete post; growl- I was saying, that I’d made two bowls of brinjal salad over the weekend, one deliciously, the other overenthusiastically, which meant overpowering spice and spiciness levels that makes my stomach acid feel as potent as English breakfast tea. With milk. meh. But the first bowl (above) was brilliant.

There are two recipes I’m looking to try in the coming week or the next; Possibly Burmese Chicken Stew, and char siew. I seem to know the stew, as if I’ve had it somewhere before. I can almost taste it. In any case, I’m going to have to acquire 220g of fresh is as fresh does ginger, ground turmeric, ground coriander, brown sugar (can I substitute this with honey?), and cornflour starch. mmm. The most costly item in this dish pound for pound will be ginger; it’s ridiculously expensive here in Perth. Why, I know not.

So yup, wait up for pictures! <3

Saving this for an emergency

September 17, 2014


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I have decided,

If ever at my wits’ end and most desparate,

I’ll make an applesauce pie

(I’ll adapt),

and chocolate date cake.

Or if I’m desperate but incompetent,

One bowl sour cream chocolate cake.

I’ll let you know if that day comes.

the selective 365- Day 3

September 17, 2014

while looking for a sad song i knew i had somewhere, i came across a question i’d answered re my thoughts for the coming year from the 25/09/13 – 25/09/14; with a start, i realised we were a week short of that one year mark. how time quickens, indeed.

in that post, i’d listed the upcoming wedding, the leaving of my home to his, his graduation and beginning of work, and perth. we’ve done and begun all; last september i ended my thoughts with this-

“we’ve been told change is stressful

i’ve listed two
when we’re done with those
while we’re doing those
we’ll be preparing to move to perth
for awhile
possibly in the same state while apart
i’m not sure how things will work out

but i hope it will be 365 days of
in our good God

then we’ll see what comes next”

If life was uncertain a year ago, it’s even more so now. what i don’t know: whether i’ll see him on skype tonight, whether i’ll see him this weekend; what’s going to happen next year- most of all, his posting- and where i’ll be after his posting. i don’t know if he’ll be posted to france, and if he’ll want me there or wish me to stay in singapore this time. completing the same question for 17/09/14 – 17/0915 would be much shorter- my hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 days, would be to be as near to my husband as possible. – i feel pathetic writing that.

but hey, there’s a place in the bible for pathetic people. look-

86 Bow down Thine ear, O Lord; hear me, for I am poor and needy.

Be merciful unto me, O Lord, for I cry unto Thee daily.

Make the soul of Thy servant rejoice, for unto Thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.

For Thou, Lord, art good and ready to forgive, and plenteous in mercy unto all them that call upon Thee.

Give ear, O Lord, unto my prayer; and attend to the voice of my supplications.

In the day of my trouble I will call upon Thee, for Thou wilt answer me.

So yeah. Pathetic people, unite. and while pathetic people are busy uniting under the banner of psalm 86, I shall attempt to answer Day 3. it’s probably not going to be the best or most robust answer, but the question fits the season (actually it’d fit every season).

Day 3: what you think your reason for being here is.

To support him, to teach me things.

And – it’s the better alternative to being apart.


(I did say it probably wasn’t going to be the most robust answer. It’s just the truest)

on solos and kefir

September 15, 2014


short post today! here’s a celebratory shot of the three of them; all covered in a mix of water, soy sauce, pepper and who knows what else. some ‘rite of passage’, he says. also, it strikes me i’ve never seen malcolm bedraggled. clearly there’s a first for everything.

kefir! if i manage to get some grains, i’ll make the stuff and post pictures. i’ve messaged a perthian lady; everyone hold breaths and pray <3


there we go. so if i ever rub honey and coconut onto my face, you know why. goes up there with some earlier post about going ‘poo-free. i don’t mind doing both actually, only inertia sits on me like an elephant so it’s not my fault i don’t have exclusively-kiwi manuka honey or extra virgin coconut oil; heck, i’ve never heard of extra virgin coconut oil, and i’m southeast asian. maybe the coconut met the olive and had a kid, or something. and yeah sheer force of habit compels me to wash my hair with gunk, every time.

spring means flowers, and spiders, and flies. i wonder why i only have the last in my room. i’d invite spiders in, except australia is a scary place with thingsies that kill human beans and spiders be one of them thingsies, well, some spiders anyway. and since i’m a complete blank with regard to fauna down under i won’t be ushering any spiders in my room anytime soon. an hour ago i armed myself with a post-it, then a dinner napkin, and hunted little flies. these flies are little and slow, so it was just a matter of pressing the murder weapon against the wall, leaving little black dotty imprints against the wall- slightly disturbing, but you’re welcome to offer advice- at one point i was moving atop the perimeter of my bed frame, trying to get the flies fellowshipping near the ceiling without falling off cuz that’d have resulted in a lot of pain. the next time the hubs is in the room i’ll get him to complete the job (if they don’t multiply exponentially by then and fly armageddon becomes impossible). i mean, he must be tall for a reason.

his first solo tomorrow! a new milestone, another inexorable push on the mill wheel; what’s the saying i have in my head? i don’t know where this will all lead to or add up, could i bear it if they were more of the same? i wished to type ‘buffering’; ‘burrefing’ emerged instead. so much of this, these days; what is wrong? what is wrong with everything?

some questions are not worth asking. for the record, if he makes it out this weekend, we’ll be at araluen (what a beautiful name), where the tulips are for a last weekend. i’ll see my flowers then.


a day after postscript: putting this link up makes it two tabs closed! you see i am so organised. minimalism, and few toys; that’s the life i see for my future kids. therefore, children, decide carefully if you want to be mine. /wink