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Saturday, July 11th, 2009
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1) Dreamt about sex with a disembodied penis. Reading too much Sei Sou Tsui Dan Sha y/n?
2) Went horseriding today, for the first time in for-fucking-ever. Loved it to bits. Got my seat back, almost. Even cantered some. God, it is such a great sport.
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FREEEEEEDOM
now scrambling to do a million and one chores before I fly augh
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And got a twitter. evilstormgnat. It will not be in use, I don't think, I have lj for random messages to the world. I AM using it to follow 1) Stephen Fry 2) Stephen Colbert 3) Crispin Freeman, and, hilariously, 4) Astrobiology NAI. Huzzah.
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Two weird moments of intersection that happened recently:
1) Finding Hellsing fans on Stephen Colbert fansites. Who knew?
2) Realizing that the Iranian geek-revolutionaries who're DDOSing Ahmadinejad's and Khamenei's websites...are using scripts written by anonymous. Yeah, that one threw me briefly. It's BWRaep! Old friend!
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Saturday, June 13th, 2009
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| Time: | 12:16 pm. |
| Mood: |  utter delight. |
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I have found what is quite possibly the cutest music video ever:
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How you know that I'm a) close to exams and b) sleep-deprived:
The phrase "COX blocker" becomes disproportionately funny.
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They say that you can go 40 days without food; goddamn, I hope they're right, because I am in some serious calorie deficit at the moment.
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| Time: | 3:31 am. |
| Music: | MLK--U2. |
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Yah, I've been really bad at tracking food intake lately, because I've been SICK and have been royally off my feed. May 24 to 26 was pretty much one meal a day, of whatever I could get down; a surprising amount of grilled kangaroo and processed sausages (ew) went in, alongside rice and eggs. Small portions, though. 27-29 was better, but I've hardly cooked at all. Mostly one solid meal bought from outside, sometimes two, even.
May 30th was funny. One bowl of ramen for lunch. Nothing for dinner. Four standard drinks in rapid succession on an empty stomach (a watermelon martini, and...something with vodka and lime and mint and brown sugar). And I didn't lose control! Despite being decidedly tipsy in my head; brain got slow at processing visual input, balance consequently a bit fucked. I don't think I was noticeably affected, but, well, you never know? Still, no embarrassing moments, just got rather loquacious. Then there was a big whacking great supper of pigeon, noodle, pork, and craaaaaaab. (A LOT of crab.) Another standard drink (Frangelico, lime and soda). I think my body is trying to make up for lost stores--though what it's complaining about, I don't know, I've survived on less for longer. Probably just that I'm in a gorge phase now or something.
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| Time: | 11:34 pm. |
| Mood: | amused. |
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The doctor I went to to get an MC is apparently useless, because she failed to give me antibiotics even though I can see a BIG GREAT WHACKING white patch down the left side of my throat. Okay, perhaps it wasn't up yet yesterday, but I doubt that. In any case, I am now resorting to homemade antibacterial remedies, such as honey, vinegar, salt water...and whiskey. In fact, I am currently gargling and drinking a combination of honey and whiskey.
Salut!
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May 21: Only had dinner again. But it was a heavy dinner. Chicken and corn.
Chicken--douse in beer (it's not my fault beer goes with everything, apparently). Add basil, oregano, salt, pepper, onions, olive oil. Grill. It's missing something--the flavour's not quite dark enough. The recipe from my childhood had bay leaf in, maybe that's it.
Corn--oh, I like this one. Grill corn with cheese on so it's covered in melted cheese. After taking it out, add mayo and chilli flakes. Yes, it's cholesterol-riffic.
A bowl of S.R. (Shin Ramyun, if you haven't gotten the idea by now) and an egg for supper.
May 22: ...well, I fell ill. And my appetite died. So all I ate was a piece of salmon and a bowl of fish porridge that Veron and Joyce very very very very kindly brought up for me ♥♥♥♥.
May 23: My appetite may be backish? Idk. Had porridge (spring onions, tomato, an egg) and a four-egg tamago. Yes, lots of eggs. Also a bowl of Campbell's mushroom soup. Going to have another bowl of that, and some cocktail taters.
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Well done, me! Get horrifically sick two days before a quiz and two weeks before exams!
oh god oh god I'm going to die
Against all instinct, I think I really am going to have to get a medical certificate and skip Monday's tute and quiz. Which is not something I like doing--too much trouble with admin--but seriously I am incapacitated and incapable of studying or, indeed, of dragging my carcass out of the house atm.
Fuck I need to go to the market over the weekend for food
kill me now
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Wednesday, May 20th, 2009
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May 20: Dinner was salmon, baby asparagus, rice, and potatoes.
Salmon--score the salmon, stuff basil into the cuts. Add salt, pepper, lime juice, top with cheese. Grill at 180 degrees for...as long as it takes to be done.
Potatoes--boil'em, mash'em. Add salt, pepper, spring onions, a dash of vinegar. Put the salmon on the 'taters.
V.good, overall. I can't believe it's taken me this long to realize that salmon should be done at 180, not 240+. Yeah I suck.
Supper is two eggs (which I fail at boiling, because some of it's hardboiled and some of it's still raw) and Shin Ramyun. Oh, also two donuts, one with jam and one with nutella in. Mmm.
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| Time: | 12:08 am. |
| Mood: | amused. | | Music: | Miles Davis--Blue in Green (fr. Kind of Blue). |
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May 17: Had one meal. Dinner. I figured I'd use my ground beef, because you can do amazing things with ground beef (I must try a sloppy joe one of these days), and decided on sorta-patty things. Sorta. And I wanted to try it with beer! So I went out and grabbed a bottle of Hoegaarden Grand Cru. Thus, 200g (I think? Not sure quite how much it was, but it definitely wasn't less) ground beef, mixed with:
-Hoegaarden Grand Cru
-one egg
-one tomato
-onion
-chopped garlic
-cheddar cheese
-salt and pepper to taste
Mix, shape into patty things. At that point I looked at them--all four--and went "...may not be just a one-person meal, huh", and stuck it into the grill.
Later, looking at it again, I got the nagging feeling that it didn't quite seem like enough. Yeah, my stomach, it's insane. So I boiled three cocktail potatoes and grilled a bunch of baby asparagus (add lemon, salt, pepper, sugar, grill).
True enough, I ate everything except one patty-thing in one sitting. And I wasn't even properly full-up, I just decided to save the last one for when I got hungry again later. Which I did. About an hour later. And there were no survivors.
Then I got hungry a little later, again, and made a bowl of Shin Ramyun noodles. Mmm.
May 18: Despite that dinner, which was larger than I expected, I was ravenous next morning. So I actually had lunch, a beef-and-burgundy pie and an egg-and-bacon pie, and a handful of greens. Each pie was about three inches across. Not much.
Dinner was grilled tuna, rice, soup, and a two-egg attempt at tamago. Recipes (if you can call them that) below.
Tuna--mix olive oil, finely chopped garlic (optional), soy sauce, pepper, oregano, orange juice, lime juice. Marinade, grill.
Tamago--cribbed off someone on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) copperbadge's lj. I can't find the exact comment, but thanks to them anyway. Beat eggs, add soy sauce, sugar, mirin. I'm still fiddling with the precise amounts--put too much soy and mirin in this time--but I do know you need quite a lot of sugar. I used an entire sachet (the long ones you get in cafes).
Soup--stirfry onions, celery, and carrots in butter (lots of butter) until fragrant. Add water, drop in tomatoes, cover, boil. Add a bit of honey. Salt, pepper, lemon to taste. Actually tastes better chilled. I had about half of it anyway (roughly a small bowl's worth?).
May 19: Had lunch again! Amazing. A sammich. Not sure what was in it--I think it was turkey, berry sauce, spinach, mozzarella? Something like that. Decent size.
Dinner was had out, over very nice conversation with Veron. Claypot rice at Claypot King. Gong Bao claypot rice, two siew mai, some chicken soup, some...gui ling gao. I think I may be ending the gorge phase of my cycle--I didn't eat a lot of my rice. Sadface.
Though, I'm now hungry. This is what I get for looking at http://thisiswhyyourefat.com. Yes, I realize it's not meant to be a recipe site, but goddamn I'm going to use it as one.
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I HAVE ANOTHER DREAMWIDTH! Which is all Ril's fault. It will be a food log, recording my daily food intake. Yes. It's blackholekitty (how the bleeding hell does one link to dw on lj?), so named because I'm...a black hole and a cat. According to Ril. \o/
Everything will be crossposted to here, you're not missing anything if you stay on lj. Hee.
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I appear to be full of conundrums lately!
1) Should I go on that fucking choir tour or not? On the one hand, omghistoricalEuropetour, omgalotofsinging, OMGALOTOFSINGINGINHISTORICALEUROPEPLACES. On the other hand, three weeks with the same 70 people and no personal space? Not good for my mental health. Not good at all. Especially not with these people. I am at the moment strongly tending towards, don't go, it's not worth the risk--but conversely, I'll never get an opportunity like this again, I don't think. Bah.
2) MORE IMPORTANTLY, I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO FUCKING GO FOR MY RESEARCH YEAR. It's going to be either clinical or lab-based; clin has a greater chance of publishing a paper (like, really really good chance, if I pick the right units), but lab is...lab omg ♥. Publishing before I graduate would be all kinds of amazing, both personally and on a CV, but I think my heart really lies with labwork and not clin research. Because clin is a lot of, idk, questionnaires and talking to patients and all that, and what I really want to be doing is poking at tagged proteins or somesuch. (Someone else can do the "bench to bedside" move, I'm staying hunched over my centrifuges, kthx.) Re lab, it's probably going to be something like cancer or neuro. Cancer. Or. Neuro. Like. Are there words for how awesomely cool that is? I don't think there are. But yes, conundrum. I don't fucking know.
("The best advantage however, of completing your AMS year at Peter Mac, is that you will see how your project directly relates to the management of cancer, and in some cases, your project will directly lead to an application in the clinic, and perhaps change the lives of people with cancer." aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa massive squee)
SOLICITING ADVICE, EXCEPT a) from Ril and b) anything along the lines of "follow your heart", because yes thank you I know that but I still have to weigh up everything first.
On a final note, FUCK YEAH SINGAPORE.
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Christ, my reptilian hindbrain has been on overdrive lately. What the hell is it, the tiredness? My libido wakes up when I'm falling asleep? Actually, I could believe that, the will drops, the defenses drop, everything that is normally kicked into a corner tries to take a chance. Whatever, man.
That girl at the bar was really cute, though.
CAN HAS DREAMWIDTH, "sentienceimmutable". Don't laugh, I can't think of anything better at the moment. It serves my purpose.
Has anyone ever run across masochistic doms? Why have I only seen pain-inflicting doms and pain-receiving subs? Surely human nature is diverse enough for that to be flipped in some individuals. A dom who wants pain and a sub who is ordered to give it, in very specific amounts. Hrm.
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VIOLA, DANA, PIE: HONG KONG MEET-UP IS WHEN?
early July is the time good for me, and yourselves?
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| Time: | 4:00 pm. |
| Music: | Ash Wednesday--T.S. Eliot (yes, read by him). |
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CAN HAS DUNE MESSIAH, YES.
Now all I need is God-Emperor to complete the talisman set, hell yeah.
Parents here. I do love them, but it is an inescapable fact that they invariably seek to impose their will on mine--as is normal for parents and children, I suppose. But I am sensitive to such things now, perhaps overly so, and...yeah.
My father, I have learnt, is a textbook case for myocardial infarcts and their sequelae. It is very cool, or very disturbing, but mostly very cool. (He has a ridiculous reserve capacity--his heart rate hits 50 when lying down, which according to him always sets off the alarm if he happens to be in the wards for whatever reason--so, uh, fitter than me, I ain't fretting overmuch.)
The other day I actually noticed that the fucking Twilight tagline is "When you can live forever, what do you live for?", and had a moment of absolute cogdis. Because...yes, yes, excellent question, but the Twilight answer is oh god I don't know what, twu wub as exemplified by Edward sparkling Cullen, and if that juxtaposition isn't brain-breaking I don't know what is.
I leave you with a joke I heard yesterday:
Little Red Riding Hood was walking through the forest when the Big Bad Wolf jumped out at her. "Rar, I'm going to eat you!" he roared. "Eat, eat, eat," Red Riding Hood replied. "Doesn't anybody fuck anymore?"
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wry and angry.