Had a nice IM chat with my brother Onk today. I miss that boy enough to make me feel a little homesick. Oh, mom’s in the hospital again. She has shingles. Shingles, known to Thais as “Ngu Sawad”, somewhat literally translated as snake’s lashes. Probably the progression of the rash looks like the mark snakes would make crawling away. I had it when I was in kindergarten and my body still bears the scar. Mine was wrapping around my right torso, making its way toward the middle of my back. In Thai belief, if the “snake” wraps around your body,...
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I’m on my second glass of wine of the evening.I had a hell of a day at work. A sugar high that started early was sustained through the day with all the goodies people brought to the dessert potluck. Here are some pictures of that. Loads of new registrations for the event I can barely keep up and I am fast approaching room maximum capacity. B and I had a miscommunication that was resolved later in the day. Yadayadayada… Then the bus was late. It was a good 30 minutes late coming up to town and picking me up and...
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*Ring, ring* “Hello?” “How did you like that pair of titties for breakfast?” *Hearty laugh* You know the cupcakes I made last night? Well, after an overnight in the fridge, the dusting of powdered sugar has faded. So when I put a pair of cupcakes on Brandon’s desk before I left this morning, the creamy white, perfectly rounded top cupcakes with red dot in the middle, left behind by my piping in the raspberry preserve, suddenly look like a pair of boobs. Tits. Just a pair of perfect Valentine’s Day presents for a dude. But may be not for the...
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Not only a baker eats her own creation to test the quality, she also has to suffer the sugar rush that follows. Hence, it’s 11 p.m. I’m tired as hell. But I can’t go to sleep. What did I make? I intended to make these: But I didn’t factor in the fact that my heart shape cookie cutter was as big as the cupcake itself…so I couldn’t really cut the shape out without destroying the cake. Doh! So I ended up piping the raspberry preserve INTO the cupcakes then I dusted them with powdered sugar. They look like jelly donuts....
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Here’s a photo of my grandfather I found online while doing a little bit of research. He’s the one saluting. And next to that, the border marker that in 1940-1942 defined the line between Thailand and Combodia. The correlation? My grandfather, General Mangkorn Phromyothi, saluted the prime minister at the time, P. Phibunsongkram during the French-Thai war of 1940. Wikipedia has a version of the full story, but essentially my grandfather kicked some French ass and got a piece of Cambodia back to our side. Hence, the removal of the markers which one is at my home and the other...
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The weekend came. And went. Where the fuck did it go?!?!?! *sigh*...
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