Written 23rd Sept 2022
This is kind of alarming, because there have been multiple times when I told myself that I would write something on this here blog, and suddenly it’s a year since my last birthday post.
If you’re a fan of thematic repetition, I’m currently transferring files to my hard drive. (I was zipping files last year. You can literally just click the previous post button. I can’t be bothered.)
28 feels like a fuck closer to 30. Like those giant buckets at a water park that fill up so slowly.
Once these buckets of age tip over, BLAM! You’re youngish again at 30.
I’m slated to be part of this event called [REDACTED because it’s quite a unique name that is easily searchable] , held on the VRChat platform.
Basically, 10 Singaporean and 10 Korean artists were given 6 months to create world-based art / art-based worlds on the platform, and us at JUDE Studios are like the technological advisors or something?
Earlier in Jan, I even led a workshop for them to learn how to make worlds in VRChat, as well as how to use Unity.
Naturally, they all waited till this week to finish their projects, because they’re artists. And-
What? Oh.
Yes. I haven’t quit yet.
During ICT in Feb, everyone asked me the same thing.
“Eh I thought you were gonna quit last year?”
😡
I kept saying that I would, but…
30 minutes left. What a way to start 28.
1st Oct
It’s
21st Oct, Tiong Bahru MRT towards Clementi
It’s? What the fuck did I even want to write on the 1st?
I had gastric twice, once on Sept 22nd and once two weeks after.
I thought it was a stomach cramp, like a muscle spasm found its way into my daily routine.
This is a legit remedy: Potato Juice.
If you feel like someone decked you in the stomach, but the world froze at the decking part and the concave bean part of your stomach was wrapped around this flaming fist of pain, Potato Juice.
Not potato soup. Juice.
It works like this.
Potato Juice (1 pax)
Get at least 4 small potatoes or 2 large ones.
If in extreme pain, don’t worry about peeling them. Wash them and scrub them a little at least.
Now, dice them into manageable chunks, or strips, about a quarter thick of a chunky fry.
Throw these into a blender and blend them till you get a mush. That’s right. Raw Potato Juice.
Now, pour the slush into a sieve and strain this into a bowl or plate. Keep doing this, and pressing the slush into the sieve for more Juice, until the slush becomes dryish.
Here’s the hard part. Wait till the Juice settles. The level of cloudiness is up to you, but I don’t know what. The hard part is waiting while your stomach tries to contort itself into a fleshknot. Listen to my mother and don’t call the ambulance.
Done? Good. Now drink the clearer bit of the Potato Juice. You could drink the starch at the bottom if you want, but I don’t know what that does to or for you.
If everything is good, you should be at ease enough to stop leaking snot and tears into your family sofa, and be able to fetal position yourself to sleep in cold sweat.
Repeat the next day, first thing in the morning. Avoid sour or spicy food and coffee.
Anyway, the [REDACTED] event went well.
I was pretty annoyed when they anxiously came up to me, virtually, to do last minute (like literally, 15 mins before the event) changes.
I realised my mom’s own anxieties have inculcated this feeling of “I don’t want to be bothered by YOUR emotions” from me, because it’s become my main source of annoyance in other people.
28th of October, walking along National Gallery
One of the first few Fridays which I didn’t need to go for an event so I’m taking a walk in the city.
In hopes that I’ll finish this by today I have elected to use text to speech, wait no comma speech to text. There are issues of course, like having to correct myself in the middle of speaking to texting, but all in all it’s a lot more ellipsis… stream of consciousness?
I recently installed MyFitnessPal, which I saw up and down to not use because I told my mom that it was obsessive. However it turns out is easier to use and if I’m going to track my expenses I might as well track how much shit I’m putting in my body? Right?
Now this is going to sound a little, desperate, but hear me out. A lot of this desperation, comes from the idealism, of having a partner to be the one who has a bareback dress while you’re walking along the city streets. And by you I mean i.Then the question is, why am I trying to walk along the street to create situations where I get to walk into – – – – -? And framing the question like that really opens a whole can of worms because you know the answer is that you want an opportunity to tell her that you would like to go on a date with her.
The other answer is because the more you walk the more stupid shit you can put in your body . That’s what MyFitnessPal tells you anyway. You were so close to a deficit every single day and all it takes is to eat less shit. Who’d a thunk it?
30 Oct
Reading Either/Or by Elif Batuman.
Decided that if I wanted to write something interesting, I’d have to put this ancient draft down.
My opportunity to tell “her” that I want to go on a date is coming up. The idea is to not let it fall onto your lap, but to climb there in the first place.
See you guys in my next post!
P. S. I had gastric again yesterday; the solution is to buy Blackmores Stomach Settlers (1 pack of 15 for 15 dollars, but 2 packs for 20 at 7-11 now) and drink Teh Halia. Saved.
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