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and so a month later i find myself back in a place where you can cross the street without fear of being flattened by any one (or more) of twenty million motorbikes going in all different directions. it’s not quite the lovely wintery clime of sydney — though from what i hear, sydney’s heading the way of atlantis at the moment — but at least there’s plenty of air conditioned respite from 32 degrees of sticky humidity.

yes, back in singapore where my childhood bed seems even smaller than before, and the (unfinished) mural across the walls and ceiling (and sadly for resale value, splattered randomly across the floor) a reminder of teenage artistic folly. an excursion to the neighbourhood mall this afternoon resulted in a plate of roast duck noodles (i’d been wondering what my first chosen meal after vietnam would be; that it’s turned out to be RDN is completely unsurprising), a large cup of bandung, the milky, rose syrupy beverage… and holy crap! a hello kitty badge maker!

i’ve wanted a badge maker for years and years. of course it is pink. ragingyoghurt badges coming soon.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 18 May 2003 at 9:55 pm

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no killer virus yet. instead, over the last four days there have been: jackfruit blended ice shake; ice cream with stewed in syrup longans; extreme heat; extreme traffic; a church at sunset, flanked by two lifesize tableaux: mary’s grotto, in which mary is nestled in a manmade mounatin cave setting beneath a neon halo and a neon sign the says “ave maria”, and a crucifiction scene where at jesus's feet stand mary and mary gazing down at a second jesus, lying in state (thus proving by being in two places at the same time, that he *is* god); a very long wait amidst pushy shovy grannies for a mini bus ride to a bus station, a mini bus that is actually a tin of sardines; a five hour bus trip from saigon down to the mekong delta punctuated by many hawkers coming on board to sell things, including, spruiked by loudspeaker, a set of knives; soursop blended ice shake; extreme heat; a siesta; another soursop blended ice shake; a cantonese congregation temple; a khmer temple; another temple at which a delightful scene of miniature buddha and goddess of mercy statues are glued onto a small concrete mountain; another siesta; a crazy park with decorated staircase-based structures that one could pose on, surrounded by many concrete animals and dangerous merry-go-round rides; a slice of coconut flan; a sugar brioche filled with dollops of kaya; a dubbed-into-vietnamese tv show, which seemed to have been made in italy; a five a.m. awakening; a motor sampan along the mekong to a floating market; a bowl of spaghetti and sliced pork in a tangy pink soup, on the sampan, in the shade of a neighbouring boat; veggies tied to poles; five hours in the sun, in the slowest motor sampan in can tho, travelling through silty brown canals; a jackfruit blended ice shake; a siesta.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 20 April 2003 at 4:06 pm

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at nine o’clock last night, it struck me that my plane was scheduled to leave at 8 in the morning, and i hadn’t yet packed. or scrubbed down the kitchen, or laid out fresh new cockroach bait for the little bastards, so that they would be dead when i got back in two months. it filled me with a sense of urgency.

yes, i have decided to fly into the face(mask) of DSV, so to speak. right now it’s 7.30 and i’m sitting in the departure lounge of sydney airport. after a minor panic while eating a large brown pear that i had somehow forgotten to pack my camera (unfounded, but that’s what lying awake for four hours waiting for the alarm clock to go off does to you), all i have to worry about now is that maybe my backpack is way too small, and maybe i haven’t brought enough shirts, and then even if i did, there won’t be space in my pack for me to buy anything.

engh. it’s all gonna be bits of paper with pictures of exotic food printed on anyway.

so off i go. remind me to tell you about my popcorn chicken experience one day.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 16 April 2003 at 7:33 am

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Holey satisfying

According to an ad from the dairy board which pops up on teev every few years, a donut is about 20% fat. From this I deduced that if you ate five donuts in one sitting, it was like eating one donut that was composed entirely of fat.

Wobbly, yum.

Of course, even though I thought about this fact whenever I felt like a deep fried snacky cake, it rarely held me back.

One of my favourite donut experiences was several years ago when I visited my sister in Evanston, a university town near Chicago. We walked a half hour to get to a supermarket in search of some tasty treats. There was a Krispy Kreme stand in a clearing in the aisles, and nestled in some waxy paper was a sour cream donut. It’s not like it sounds. It wasn’t just a slather of sour cream sandwiched in a donut. The sour cream had been mixed into the batter before frying and sugar glazing, resulting in a sweet and tangy thing indeed.

I’ve held this memory in my head ever since, and a trip to Krispy Kreme has been mandatory the last two times I was back in the USA (u s a). The first time, they were out of sour cream donuts. The second time, this past May, it just wasn’t as good as I remember. Maybe it was because I had already had about four donuts already in that trip, and subconsciously I was seeing myself eating this fistful of fat. That’s nostalgia for ya.

Still, the news that Krispy Kreme will land its franchise in Sydney next year (sniffing the trail left by Starbucks, obviously) made me twitch momentarily in excitement and I briefly saw myself as that geeky teenage service industry guy in the Simpsons. That’s nostalgia for ya.

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before i had a “blog”, i used to write a sporadically updated letter on the front page of my website. this is one of them. i am consolidating it into these archives, because i can.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 26 August 2002 at 9:17 am

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16 bit GIFs make us dithered idiots.

In April, that maybe even makes us April fools.

Nonetheless, we packy a punch.

See, when you spend several weeks in Singapore, with your sister whom you haven’t seen for a year and a bit, and there are those picture booths, booths that might put you in an ad for strawberry chocolate covered pretzels, or superimpose your heads on a selection of deserts and spew them out as tiny stickers, things are bound to get a little out of hand.

There will be non stop maniacal laughter. There will be the invention of many new catchphrases. There may even be a selection of deserts and chocolate covered pretzels.

And the thing is, it will be so *SO* much fun, that it will happen all over again, in New York.

I thought that this year, after last year’s noise fest, that I would get heaps of everything I wanted to do last year but couldn’t find time for, done. Drawing, comics, painting my room, baking cakes… Instead I find myself traipsing around other countries that are full of distractions and amusing photo opportunities. I guess the thing with all this fun, is that time will fly, soon I will be back and good folk out there will be giving me money to draw pictures for them. ‘k?

Could it be this good? It’s gonna be wonderful.

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before i had a “blog”, i used to write a sporadically updated letter on the front page of my website. this is one of them. i am consolidating it into these archives, because i can.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 31 March 2002 at 10:29 pm

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Alright. Let’s call it late September. Anyway what do I care – in a couple of days I’ll be on a plane, playing SuperMario, eating what is technically a microwave dinner, and resisting the charms of the chubby aeroplane-shaped table clock (with blinking lights in 2 colours! only $ 49.95!) in the duty free magazine in the seat pocket in front of me.

Those of you who encountered the previous incarnation of this website may remember that what greeted you on arrival was a diabolically slow-loading animation of a depraved (and happy – let’s not forget insanely happy) tub of yoghurt, rocking energetically back and forth, shaking its fists in the air. These days the spirit lives on, and hey! I could try and learn Flash, or even revisit the GifBuilder thing, but really… no.

And now, if you will, gaze upon the toothy maniacal grin of our new RagingYoghurt mascot. Salivate at the thought of the creamy pink spurting out its head. Hold the gaze of its wild googly eye. Study, in particular, the sturdy bones of its jolly roger pose.

Are they not strong limbs? Do you not quake in your boots at their solidness? Do they not remind you of the wisdom tooth that this very afternoon was wrenched from the tenacious grip of my upper jaw bone?

Surely there is no better way to start the week than showing up at your dentist for a quickie to make sure everything’s all right before heading off into the mild blue yonder, and then having the nice lady tell you that your right upper wisdom tooth is coming in too far down and aggravating the exposed fleshy gum of your lower jaw every time you bite, and your two options are having the cusps filed down (but they’ll just keep growing down anyway), or the whole tooth extracted. Oh and by the way, when you get back from overseas you’ll probably need surgery to remove that other wisdom tooth that’s just begun poking its head? side? root?? through your lower gum.

Oh the vigourous tugging that ensued. Slippery little sucker needed several attempts with two types of pincer-tweezer-plier implements before one of them finally grabbed hold. Oh the strange creaky noises that I heard from the inside of my head.

It was pretty cool.

And it’s gonna be wonderful.

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before i had a “blog”, i used to write a sporadically updated letter on the front page of my website. this is one of them. i am consolidating it into these archives, because i can.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 25 September 2000 at 11:04 pm

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Oh hey! Howyagoin’?

Come on in. And excuse the mess. Yeah, it’s lookin’ pretty much the same – been kinda busy the last few weeks, getting back into work after that last vacation. Y’know…

Oh I went to Chicago to see my sister graduate. Yeah [haha] any excuse. Um and we found a cheap airfare on the ‘net so we made a little post-Grunge pilgrimage to Seattle. No, it was really good. All sunny and clean-smelling. But y’know what? That weekend Eddie Vedder was playing the Tibetan Freedom Concert in Chicago – actually, Wisconsin – so I kinda missed out on a random Vedder sighting.

Yeah, dem’s the breaks.

Um look, I’m still in the middle of tidying up a few bits of work, so d’ya just wanna hang out here for a while? I’ll have something to show you real soon. Oh and there’s some milk and chocolate cookies over there… yeah I made them. No, really! [haha] Just avoid the black ones ok?

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before i had a “blog”, i used to write a sporadically updated letter on the front page of my website. this is one of them. i am consolidating it into these archives, because i can.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 2 August 1999 at 3:33 pm

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