the Key Lime Pie @ Seah Street Deli...
... is quite possibly the most sinful dessert ever. I'm not sure if the picture quite does it justice; basically imagine a soft cookie with a lemon (cream? sauce?) centre. Then heap the world's supply of pure sugar icing on top and BBQ it with a lighter to get that funky caramelised effect.
Now I've never tried a KLP before (not sure if that makes me suaku or just sane) but suffice to say, this will be a regular addition to my gastronomical palate from now on.
Where "regular" means once a year. Or less. Kinda like what I said about Carl's Jr (once every six months!!), only with more discipline.
In a world where nothing's wrong (what's alright?)
Random thoughts
*Movies*
I wanna catch
The Summer of Love (movie, not some hippie party). Noone seems interested though... what's the world come to when even the words "Lesbians" + "Girls" + "Coming of age" can't draw an audience.
The Departed is freakin darn awesome. I especially love how it's pretty much a scene for scene remake of the HK original, but the tone is somehow entirely different. Both brilliant pics in their own way, and of course any movie featuring Jack Nicholson as himself earns an extra point in my book. Best black comedy since Fargo.
*Gigs*
I'm proud of my
Zoukout haul. From 2 people back in 2003, to 4, then 5, and finally 13 now. I should start charging Zouk commission next year.
I can't believe that
Peaches is playing at Zouk and I'm MISSING IT.
*Me*
I need a
fecking haircut. This whole long hair thing just ain't working for me.
*Music*
The new
All Star United album is my new guity pleasure of the year. So what if it's poppy and cheesy and track 7 is a ripoff of their own "Savior of my Universe"? It's cheesy and corny like only ASU know how.
*Geek*
Guitar Hero 2 and
Lumines 2 hit stores NEXT WEEK. Shit I'm excited. Just check out that tracklist for Lumines 2
Beck – “Black Tambourine”
Black Eyed Peas – “Pump It”
Chemical Brothers – “Star Guitar”
Fatboy Slim – “Gangster Trippin’”
The Go! Team – “Bottle Rocket”
Gwen Stefani – “Hollaback Girl”
Hoobastank – “Born to Lead”
Junior Senior – “Take My Time”
Missy Elliott – “Lose Control”
New Order – “Regret”
Junkie XL – “Breezer”
Stigmato Inc – “Reality Check”
Stinkers such as Pump It and Hoobastank aside, I'd piss my pants for the Beck track, Star Guitar and Regret alone.
I really wanna go for this, if only to be able to get Mitsuda-san to autograph my Chrono Cross soundtrack and bump the value up tenfold:
I've got your f**king failslip RIGHT HERE.
K, anecdote of the week.
Last Wednesday was IPPT day. The last thing someone said to me before that was "Good luck!" LUCK?! Pah, I said, luck's got nothing to do with it. Ready as I'll ever be. Never had I been more wrong (except for that time on Ophir when I was teasing someone about the total lack of leeches, then came plodding down 2 days later a leech pincushion.)
So having cleared the 4 static stations, we unsuspecting victims moved on to the treadmill for our 2.4 run. Yes, I use the treadmill for my IPPTs. Cue preferred excuse 1) I can't pace myself on the track these days 2) I'll die in the haze etc. Anyway after running for some 1.6km, the treadmill suddenly jerks to a halt -holy crap did I accidentally press the STOP button?!- I look around to find that the entire gym's been hit by a blackout, accompanied by a loud/tired chorus of SHIT/FUCK LAR/CHAOCHEEBYE!
The PTI, who's obviously been caught off guard, runs off to check on the power, and comes back sheepishly saying "ehhehheh, err sorry but I haven't got much choice here. Why don't you guys take a rest for about 30 minutes, and then try the run all over again? Alternatively you could go home and register for a whole retest another day." Now naturally, having come all the way to the gym just for the silly test, we weren't going to just pack up and go home (not happily at least). 30 minutes later, everything was up and running 2.4km again.
So there I was, staring at the reflection of the gym in the window -when you're running on the spot for 10 minutes, you tend to run out of things to look at really soon- counting down the time left to the end of the run... 10 minutes... 9... 7... halfway there (again!)...
and then.
SHIT/FUCK LAR/CHAOCHEEBYE (x10)!!
K, by this point, we'd already begun contemplating navigating our 3rd 2.4 run attempt, having already effectively run a total of 2.6km. What follows are excerpts of the conversation that follows between us gym monkeys and the PTI dude.
PTI dude: "OK that's it, I'm closing the gym for today. I can't let this go on anymore. I hope you all don't mind (that this was a totally wasted trip) but I'll requre you all to go home and register for a new test all over again."
Gym monkey A: "Er ok, but could we at least null the results?"
PTID: *checks with the admin private* "Er we think so. Except the computer can't seem to record it. So we'll just pass you a results slip saying that you failed ok? Then show it to us next time and we'll know what to do."
Gym monkey B (me!): "Would it be possible if you let those who still wanna run do it one more time? I don't really want to bother with coming back again, and it'll only take up 10 minutes of one of your PTI's time."
PTID: "Ahh... no. It may jeopardise your safety! And I can't let that happen." Er thanks.
Gym monkey C: "OK fine this sucks, but could we at least have our $2 gym deposit refunded?"
PTID: *checks with admin private* "Ah er. No. Cos it's already in the system you see. But er, show us your fail slip next time and we'll see what we can do."
Dejected, generally miffed and two dollars poorer, we trudge to the Admin Private to get our ICs back and proudly collect our "YOU HAVE FAILED" slips.
In the background, the PTID calls us back:
"Oh yeah, I hope you guys don't mind, but could you please fill in this survey form to let us know if you enjoyed today's session! Thanks!" *beams*
